I’m sleepy from staying up all night watching Barack Obama’s inauguration live on television. That night, I can hardly keep my eyes on the laptop screen while typing my article which is due the next morning. I stayed glued to the history that is unfolding before me, before millions of people around the world. The next day, I just can’t help watching and listening again to Obama’s speeches being replayed on You tube while I struggle to keep my heavy head from falling into my laptop’s keyboard. (I also have to finish the article that I have set aside the previous night) But a never to be repeated history was being made late Tuesday (Manila time, Wednesday in Washington), and staying up till 3 am seems a small price to pay to be a part of it. I’m not much into politics, but Barack Obama incites something in me that I can’t quite explain… He’s only 48 and his speech reverberates with the voice of a lost generation, effervescent with optimism and pulsating with promise. Even though ...
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