For the first time, I can, without hesitation, declare that I
am proud of my country. I can’t remember a day I did not complain whenever I drove out of the despicable conditions of what I saw around me, but today, I have only awe-inspiring admiration for the changes I saw.
I used to grumble about how driving through the Pantar Bridge that divides Lanao del Sur and Lanao del Norte was like driving through two different worlds; one side with well-paved roads while the other side was puck marked with manholes as if you were suddenly sucked into a wormhole-bridge to the moon.
If you have driven of late from the New CDO Laguindingan Airport to Marawi City
or vice versa, you would have noticed that life is better, and on a sunny
afternoon…life could even be good.
Because of the food left over from New Year’s Eve, we decided to drive to Tagaytay City on the spur of the moment. Driving from
Maharlika Village via Alabang /Cavite to Tagaytay City gave me a feeling of
cruising through what the country could be its show-case of development: a smooth,
tidy, and wide expanse of highways, soaring skyscrapers, malls, new subdivisions
with beautiful, expensive homes and of course, classy, expensive cuisines;
testament to Filipinos’ obsession with food and the good life. Many Filipinos must
be really rich, or who will buy condo units from the skyscrapers randomly sprouting everywhere and build homes at the new subdivisions like pleasant critters crawling towards the countryside, not to mention malls and hypermarkets that normally follow new population centers?
Regardless of what the Aquino haters think, I have no complaints, and I feel proud of my country for the first time.
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