So the registrations for the the 2010 National Elections ended last October 31, and here I am — unwittingly and disgracefully unregistered. Haha! I’ve never liked politics so much ever since birth and I grew mindless of the political issues that plague our land. Call it civil irresponsibility. If that’s what it is. 
But do not get me wrong. I care about the future of the country the same way that I care for myself and for the people I love (and secretly the ones who love me but I do not know, haha) as well those unfortunate people I see on TV who battle the vagaries of life every now and then who all live in this politically-devastated country. I am not politically ignorant to assume that the leadership of the people wouldn’t have immense effects on the way that I could live my life in the next few years.
I’ve learned from school that in this democratic country, an individual who turns eighteen is considered mature enough to decide and participate in setting the political direction of his own country. He is granted the power of suffrage—the ability to select the people whom he choose to follow and put his trust to in carrying out the political affairs, that in varied ways, foreseen and unforeseen, would shape his own pursuit of happiness.
