Claire grabs the remote
    control, a dictator of channels,
    away from her brother
    who is a Lebron fan.

    Disgusted with the NBA-dom
    on the screen, she nails her
    vision to the television after
    switching channels like
    changing clothes. It is the State
    of the Nation Address. PNoy
    must be proud of his achievements
    (more of a child bragging about
    his new rubber shoes). It must be
    too difficult to wear his shoes,
    Claire thought.

    When her father joins in, he invites
    her with a bowl of popcorn. They both knew they would soon be watching a bestselling drama.

    “No, thanks,” Claire said, “I have
    to take down notes. Tomorrow
    we have a quiz about it.”

    “Quiz? It is not yet written in
    History books, ain’t it?”

    Claire shrugged.

    PNoy’s litany of achievements
    bores them when Claire’s
    bestfriend texted, “I’ve lost
    my wallet.” She remembers
    the demolition last month,
    a tug-of-war between the
    police and the mob as she
    switches to another channel.
    Same news.

    The booming economy is just
    a digit flashed on the screen.
    Her father sings, “Politics is such
    a lonely world. Everyone is so
    untrue.” She hides a smile.

    For an hour, she struggles to keep
    her eyes open and to digest
    the inedible details about
    the regime’s triumph
    over corruption.

    “PNoy must be living in a
    different country,” she
    found in a Facebook status
    as she browses her phone.
    Another status update says
    that the rhetorics behind
    the SONA is impeccable
    but we must remember
    that rhetorics must be
    anchored on the


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