For awhile I stopped reading the broadsheets because I was told that I started hating the government and being too vocal at that. I took it as a pleasant comment only to realize that days after not reading the paper, I have become too novice. Bad move, I thought. So this morning, I picked up some broadsheets and started reading them from back to front (yeah, back to front and not the otherwise).
Ah. Some old habits are hard to break.
Off I went to my room with a glass full of milk on my left hand and two broadsheets on my right, I know I was up for something that can boost certain interests - and to my dismay, Father Bossi's kidnapping situation is still yet to be solved, 12th Senator is still yet to be announced, Burgos is still missing, Former VP Guingona now sides with Erap, Jaworski is returning to PBA next season and thank heavens for comics strip.
Same old, same old.
But what concerns me so much is that those who are not even from this country are being slain and or captured. There was Campbell and now, Father Bossi - heaven knows that there are more others. They who has served this country without even asking for anything in return. They who even loved this country more than some of it's native.
It just breaks my heart so hard.
Oh well.
It seems hopeless but for as long as the sun rises and newborn babies cry, I know that God isn't done yet with the world.
Ah. Some old habits are hard to break.
Off I went to my room with a glass full of milk on my left hand and two broadsheets on my right, I know I was up for something that can boost certain interests - and to my dismay, Father Bossi's kidnapping situation is still yet to be solved, 12th Senator is still yet to be announced, Burgos is still missing, Former VP Guingona now sides with Erap, Jaworski is returning to PBA next season and thank heavens for comics strip.
Same old, same old.
But what concerns me so much is that those who are not even from this country are being slain and or captured. There was Campbell and now, Father Bossi - heaven knows that there are more others. They who has served this country without even asking for anything in return. They who even loved this country more than some of it's native.
It just breaks my heart so hard.
Oh well.
It seems hopeless but for as long as the sun rises and newborn babies cry, I know that God isn't done yet with the world.
