The presidential elections are drawing near and I'm rather dreading it. Comme d'habitude, I'm the last person you could interest in politics. Peut-être the reason why I'm so engrossed with modern art is its very stubborn desire to be disassociated with politics. I'd rather get myself busy with other things like read something by Jean Genet or Georges Bataille, test driving a Panamera (parce que I can't afford one) or smoke a pack of Marlboro Reds. If in the uneventfulness of things, someone I do not fancy ends up in the presidential seat I could only wish to have the means to pull off a Marie Ndiaye. This little story about the Prix Goncourt winning author is a very inspiring one. A few years ago when Sarkozy became president, she fled Paris and moved to Berlin to show her bold gesture of dislike to the individual in power. And in my case, I really dislike seeing political propaganda worsening the way Manille looks- posters here and there of the most uncanny of faces and tons of false promises. I'm so sick of Philippine politics. Quoi de neuf? Political killings with its culprit acquitted, the never will be solved issue of corruption, political dynasties (bof!), and the decadence of the nouveau riche (which is really disgusting). There is no any other new story but something dug from Pandora's box. Dit-moi, could anything get worse?