Skye was a bad baby last night. I had a hard time teaching him to write the word "orange". His letters were all wobbly and he was begging me to have a break so he could get his hands on his Gameboy. Tsk! Tsk! Kids today! My son knows the in's and out's of my cell and his Gameboy but just writing the word "orange" requires extensive practice and a visual of a belt in my hand.
As my son is in hot water because of writing a wobbly "orange", so is Pres. Spokesperson Ignacio Bunye for being too wobbly on his statements regarding the infamous "Hello Garci" cd. It was sad seeing him suffer the consequences of guarding the president's public appeal. Now that is a very hard job! Try dousing perfume over the stench of a decaying flesh. Get the point?
Suddenly, memories of my being a former Muntinlupa Little Mayor flooded my mind. It was way back 95, with me in glasses and pigtails and Bunye was still the city's Mayor. He was the absolute public official. Cool, composed, intelligent, and a public sweetheart. He taught me the basics of politics, all summed up in a week. He talked with the eloquence of a real politician, with intelligence and wit. He adored my singing which kept me in touch with him a few years and campaigns after. He told me I might have a future in politics - and that was the only thought of him that gave me the creeps. I summed up my life and was pleased with how it turned out - simple and very not political.
As my son is in hot water because of writing a wobbly "orange", so is Pres. Spokesperson Ignacio Bunye for being too wobbly on his statements regarding the infamous "Hello Garci" cd. It was sad seeing him suffer the consequences of guarding the president's public appeal. Now that is a very hard job! Try dousing perfume over the stench of a decaying flesh. Get the point?
Suddenly, memories of my being a former Muntinlupa Little Mayor flooded my mind. It was way back 95, with me in glasses and pigtails and Bunye was still the city's Mayor. He was the absolute public official. Cool, composed, intelligent, and a public sweetheart. He taught me the basics of politics, all summed up in a week. He talked with the eloquence of a real politician, with intelligence and wit. He adored my singing which kept me in touch with him a few years and campaigns after. He told me I might have a future in politics - and that was the only thought of him that gave me the creeps. I summed up my life and was pleased with how it turned out - simple and very not political.
I've had enough of lies and liars. I'm happy my job does not require me to be one.
Then Skye kissed me hard and said, "Mommy, wag na ko mag write. No assignment kami. Play lang daw sabi ni Teacher Babes!"
I looked at him hard and thought... oh no! My son has a future in Politics!
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