The overpriced Makati carpark.
Well, I don’t know if you know about this 11-floor carpark which has been getting itself in the headlines lately but yes, IT REALLY IS OVERPRICED.
Mayor Junjun Binay said that this “carpark” is WORLD CLASS. Oh really? By the looks of it, I doubt that it is.
Senator Alan Peter Cayetano asked Mayor Junjun Binay, if I remember correctly, “What is world class?” But the mayor didn’t have anything to say. My thoughts exactly.
This is just a building, you might say? No, the senior citizens cake, the one they give out when a senior citizen celebrate their birthday, is overpriced too! The estimated amount is around 1,000PHP when it really is 2,000PHP. And the cakes aren’t as tasty as its supposed to be.
I don’t know about you but, I’m very happy—satisfied—with the Senate Hearing about this issue. Well, the Binays are now, for sure, scrambling to their feet, finding a way out of the hole they dug for themselves. I pity Mayor Junjun Binay, his father,VP Jojo Binay, created all this shit now he pays for it. Let’s see how this works out for them.
You don’t say goodbye not unless you need to.
You don’t say like not unless you like to.
You don’t say love not unless you love to.
I never wanted to love you, but I did anyway.
I feel the intensity of the crowd making me alive. My words fall carelessly with the beat of the drum. My vision blurred. Sweat drips all over my skin and at this rate, no one can kill me here.
If ever this lands on your feet, was handed over to your hands or falls on your face in whatever possible way, bear in mind that I’m so sure that I did not send you this.
It’s because I don’t want you to react.
I don’t even want to know that you read this.
And I don’t want to change a thing about us.
But I will be lying if I ask you any of those.
Though, I want to ask you these things:
I want you to be as soft as water that, at some point of your life, once were.
I want you to sing songs you fancy and belt them out as if no one really cares.
I want you to hop or skip one step when you are walking.
I want you to bathe yourself in the rain and feel the raindrops touch your face.
I want you to play in the puddles if you’d want that.
I want you to be, for once or twice a year, carefree because you are free.
I want you to stay happy.
I want you to feel that I miss you.
I want you to know that I love you, and that is present tense.
And I don’t really care if you say it back because that’s a human flaw.
To expect people to say the things you tell them back to you.
I didn’t want to write about other things other than the things that are so obvious that I’ll write about because those other things will stay in my heart and I will die with them.
So whatever happens, if this finds its way to you.
Delete it, burn it, forget it, your call.
I just wrote about you and the things that wanted you to know.