I'm Pinoy no matter what

I don't cry over lovers.  I rarely cry for my friends. 

But I cry for my country.  All the time.  Actually, the best way to make me cry is to make me listen to anything patriotic - from the Philippine National Anthem to Mig Ayesa's United as One.  Even the old TV commercial of the Philippine Airlines made me cry first time I saw it on YouTube.  And now, hahaha, I have new tearjerkers! 

Even this makes me teary-eyed!  Hahaha!

Why do I cry over my country?  Because, even if Buddha says I should take away passions in my life to achieve peace, I find peace in the struggle for a better nation.  I hate a lot in it, but I also love a lot of things in it.  The Philippines is a country of a strong and creative people.  I really believe in the Filipino spirit that conquers the odds.  We are not the best, no one is. 

A lot of people say Filipinos are better people outside the Philippines.  I find that true.  Because you take out the shit - Catholic illusions largely of holiness in poverty and piety and God-destined lives of "moral" hardship - you see the light in Filipinos.  The talent shines, the creativity shines, the genius breaks through.  We have now amongst us, heroes, but we can't live off on heroes alone.   I can go on and on about this topic so let me just end in a celebratory mood to start my day.

I'll take you to the Philippines.  But listen, more than the country, we'd like to welcome you to the Filipino. 

Mabuhay Pilipinas!