The Comfort Rooms

Prouder To Be A Filipino

I'm happy that I was able to vote. It was my first time to exercise my right as a Filipino citizen to choose who I think is the best leader for my country. Doesn't matter if the person I voted for would end up dead last in the polls, what's important is I was able to express my right to choose the best leader for my country. This is democracy at work and am thankful that the Philippines is a democratic country, no matter how immature our democracy is.

Though the poll precint was a pandemonium at best, it was the importance of the event that made things more comfortable for me. My black Giordano shirt was forming salt circles because of the heat. I felt almost like fainting at one time. I was uncomfortable, I was sweating like there ain't no sweating anymore for the rest of my life.

It was my right as a Filipino to elect my rightful leaders. For me, it was Gilbert Teodoro. Though the surveys have been largely against him, I'm still proud that a person like him chanced on becoming the country's president.

My indelible ink is cool. It is the coolest way to get inked!

Mabuhay tayong lahat!