Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Ten Hours

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

When you just came from a grueling bus ride that is supposed to take only six hours but took more than ten because of snarled traffic caused by heavy flooding in several parts of Metro Manila that resulted from poorly constructed drainage systems whose budget was diverted to somebody’s pocket and further congested by the accumulated debris of poverty and you see her smiling on TV, won't it feel so good to wipe that smug look off her face? Her carefully chosen statistics and eloquent speech merely gave an appearance of solidity to pure wind, sheer humbug and absolute hubris. Six extended to ten exhausting hours spent in the dark, stuck deep in a flood of disarray and frustration, without any idea where the Hades you are or where the bus is taking you, and not knowing if it will ever end. Doesn’t it sound like the years the country has had under her?


Anonymous said...

if you ask zeus he will know where the hades you are. if there is water poseidon will surely know. :)

Angeli said...

why ask those two? shouldn't i go straight to Hades (a.k.a. Pluto), the ruler of the underworld, himself? :)

Anonymous said...

I'd hate to have had to endure that journey.

Kayni said...

oh yes, sounds familiar. my trip from sagada to kalinga became 12 hours instead of 7 it was frustrating.

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