Fight, fight, fight!
I took a halfday leave today and went on over to my City Hall with my brother so we could register as voters; 2010 can not come soon enough. We were buoyed by my mom's encouragement that our City Hall is very citizen-friendly and that all we needed to register was one valid ID.
On our way, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the rest of this city (ok, I know, I'm extremely Alabang-centric) is very clean and well-maintained. There were traffic cops at every major intersection and people actually sought out pedestrian lanes when crossing the street. I was a proud, happy camper.
So it was doubly disappointing to be told at the City Hall that we can not, in fact, register there because registration happens somewhere else -- at Baywalk something-or-other. And that we need a goddamn police clearance before we can register. As my dad would say: sanamagan.
But you know what? This is not the end for this voter. Because I will vote, by the hammer of Thor. I'll find a time to go on leave again and find this Baywalk something-or-other and figure out what exactly I need to bring with me in order to get my name on that list of people who get to have a say on who runs this country. We fight! We fight!fight!fight!
I hope you're already registered. We need your good sense holding a ballot come 2010 because these are dark, dark times.
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