Friday, May 7, 2010

Street Party

Friday, May 7, 2010

It was my first time to wander around the neighborhood at that time of the night when my sister, who’s been staying with me this school break, and I decided to check out the campaign rally of one of the presidential aspirants happening across the street. And I’m glad we did, because it felt like there’s a street party going on. The crowd, oblivious to rerouted vehicles furiously honking their horns in frustration and motorbikes slinking and snaking their way out of the area, paid scant attention to the series of ho-hum-we’ve-already-heard-that-before posturing of the candidates and went alive only when a celebrity goes up on stage. Food stalls were everywhere: popcorn, peanuts, yakult, pork barbecue, bottled water, fishballs, taho, sago’t gulaman, and ice cream made up the gustatory delights of the evening. Fireworks were lit up several times, adding sparkles to that festive night. Lulled by the false exuberance of that street party, I almost believed in the frothy assurances uttered by each candidate. Almost, but not quite.

5 comments:

unstranger said...

Good one you Angeli. Politicians can only lie, truth is nowhere to be heard from them. It's universal.

Artemis said...

Filipinos certainly love the fiesta atmosphere!

Kayni said...

i'd actually be more interested in eating fishballs than listening to politicians...lol.

Anonymous said...

politician is actually a navajo indian word meaning "dances with wolves".

Angeli said...

@kayni: hay naku, tama ka. i went there for the food. hahah

@anonymous: really? i didn't know that. or is that a joke? :)

@artemis: basta adda ti pabuya, why not diba? hahaha

@unstranger: some speak the truth but they're the ones who never get elected. that's the irony of it.

 
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