When Dinagyang season, from opening salvo to its highlight end, hits Iloilo City with sunheat and not with rain, I could not help but remember likewise to sing my favorite chorus but edited version of a song from Asin:
“Hindi na masamâ ang pag-unlad at malayô-layô na rin ang ating narating; Ngunit masdan mo ang tao sa syudad dati kulay-asul ngayo’y naging itim.”
Yes, Virginia, ‘kulay-asul,’ it’s because Ilonggos are long considered to be brave and compassionate, without and within, a hallmark of true royal blooded but humble men and women. ‘Naging itim,’ it’s because of the Dinagyang organizers’ automatic road closure starting in the morning, people are forced to walk half of the city under their skin which the glaring sun would consequently inconsiderately blacken.
But who can argue with success? Dinagyang means gross riches. Riches from taxes, that is. But our paid tax, where is? Well, the price to pay—not in check or in cash—for progress naturally includes that. But until FOI is passed, no way we can ever trace that hardly paid tax. Again, where do our taxes go? This is where our taxes go: They say a big bulk go to some senators and such senators’ schemer, others go to their co-conspirators, bogus roads or foundations and a bridge to nowhere.
So, c’mon, taxpayers, this quarter, pay again your taxes. Together as one, we will fill again those thieves’ pockets. And come next election time, let us mindlessly vote for these senators again, so that when the ghosts of crooks past ask us if we’ve learned something, we can proudly say, “Never again!”
Never again, like the beautiful Maria Sharapova’s fate in this year’s Australian Open. I nearly wept with the dazed and confused dame after she lost the third set where she was badly beaten. No one can blame me for religiously rooting for her in any Grand Slam event. I’ve been following Maria and her grunt and swing like I do the sound of music since she was fourteen.
And speaking of fourteen, it was so frustrating too seeing Rafael Nadal failing last night to nail his Grand Slam Number Fourteen. It would have tied the Spaniard with the American great Pete Sampras for that magic number and inch closer to Federer with that win. But alas, his Swiss opponent was as sharp as a Swiss knife and so prepared obviously in denying Rafa another stab to history. Wawrinka’s balls were like laser-guided missiles in accuracy that his game-long brilliance melted whatever left in the World Number One player’s invincibility.
Well, the same with this thing called circle of life. We can never have it all, all of the time. The thing is, we should learn to acknowledge our God whether we’re on top of the world or half-buried in the ground. Just like the Apostle Paul who knew so well the highs and lows of life, showing his flexibility, knowing both how to be abased and how to abound (Philippians 4:12).
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