Tomorrow is President-Elect Noy's induction into the Office of the President. It is official. Starting tomorrow.

It will be the start of change. For good or bad, we will still have to see. But it IS change.

I did not think myself to be someone who would be affected with the result as to who will win the elections, or be interested in politics per se. I was just your normal, apathetic non-citizen who just lives in his own shell, unconcerned with what happens outside his comfort zone. But ever since I went to make myself be counted and registered for the 2010 Elections, change happened. I became concerned. I felt that my opinion mattered. I actually have a voice. My decision will have an effect on how my country will be run for the next six years.

Other changes happened in me too. I began to see things in a different light. I began to appreciate people around me more, things that I valued before started to loose their glitter. It is not just because I registered for the Elections that made me aware of these things magically, but I have just realized that all these changes in me have become more apparent ever since my decision to be part of something that is truly worthwhile. It was MY decision to have a voice. MY initiative. (Although I do have to give credit to my dad and sister Bing for prodding me in the right direction, but they know that if I didn't want to do it, I really would not budge an inch)

It seemed that at the age of 26, I was slowly becoming an adult.

Elections came and went, and to cut the long story short, my bet did NOT win. Although a lot of people believed in him, a lot more were enamored with the thought that Noy would save us all. From what, I do not know, but in the end, the Yellow Army won.

I was hurt. Still am. I am hurt because this is the first time that I was able to let my voice be heard, and yet it was still drowned out. I was hurt because I honestly believed that my bet will be able to do his best to bring GOOD change despite all the shit that this country is neck deep in. But being bitter about it will not be helpful, so I will desist. But I will never stop believing in that one person who made me believe.

Which brings us to a point that not all things happen the way you hoped it would be. I probably will not get that dream job no matter how much I wish on shooting stars and mass produce my resume. I will probably stay single forever even though I have tried my best to be pleasant in my umpteenth coffee date. I will most likely be fat for the rest of my life despite all the diets I go through. I know all these things.

But what is the point in wallowing on my own (or this country's) sorrows? Wouldn't it be healthier if I just get my ass off the ground, dust myself off, and try again? Easier said than done.

Eventually, we will all have to move forward. Eventually we will all have to get on with our lives. Eventually I will, too. For now, though, I will have to try very hard to get up from this shithole I'm in because wallowing in all the anger and resentment and bitterness feels so good.

Tomorrow is President-Elect Noy's induction into the Office of the President.

I will drink to his success, with my eyes trained on him like a hawk eying prey. I will wish him good luck, for he will need all that he can get.

Noy's change will begin tomorrow. My change has already begun.