I sometimes think that Ortigas, for all its failings and flaws, looks prettier when it’s empty; when the only traces of light come from the few cars that whiz by, when there are no employees shuffling from building to building, when there’s no traffic, when there’s no one there. I guess the only way I could appreciate Ortigas so much from a misanthropic point of view is when there’s no one there.
Having no people around gives me a man-alone feeling that I almost always enjoy. Perhaps Armstrong had the same feeling when he first walked on the moon. Or the blissful feeling Amundsen felt when he reached the South Pole. There’s no one there, or there could be someone there… we just don’t know. I guess that you can never fully appreciate the beauty of a place when there’s nothing there but place.
OK, what follows will be a rather offending rant.
Alexander Lacson, the author of “12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do To Help Our Country,” wrote a commentary piece for today’s Inquirer. While I’m not one to deprive Mr. Alex Lacson of an opinion, I am afraid I must offer a dissenting one. My belief is that Filipino pride is rested on prejudices; that while we Filipinos should be proud of the Philippines, we should be embarrassed at the way things are going.
I don’t know how to top Sparks’ entry regarding that commentary piece, but I do offer this paraphrase. I think that in my own little way, I can frame the anger and the disdain that I have personally experienced over the past year. It is by no means a pedantic, self-righteous sense of anger, but a subjective sense of it; a personal feeling of being wronged and deceived.
Please pardon – and take heed to – my paraphrase of your piece, Mr. Lacson. – Marocharim