Wish ko lang

Wish ko lang?  Host a sleep-in for the Gapan City mayor, vice mayor and the entire city council in my rundown house, so they'll realize what misery City Hall has once again brought to the normally peaceful residential area around the city plaza at this time of the year.

The fourth Gapan cityhood anniversary will be marked on August 25. Like last year and the couple of years before that, as early as the first week of July, City Hall has allowed the setting up of a mini-perhayan featuring blaring videoke machines on a vacant lot owned by the mayor across the city park.

Again as in previous fiestas -- Gapan, by the way, has a total of THREE each year -- my neighbors and I are assaulted by loud, off-key singing by wannabe-but-canneverbe singers at any time of the day up to near midnight. Whatever lull there is in the early morning or evening  is taken over by loud music at the city plaza, ostensibly for park promenaders, compliments of City Hall.

Alas, none of the city officials -- except for one councilor -- lives anywhere near the city plaza. None, save for that one, has any idea what hell we, City Hall neighbors, have to endure day and night.

Sure, the peryahan will finally leave, but that will be sometime in September, only to return before All Saints Day for an even longer stay until well past Christmas and the January 6 fiesta. In the meantime, my neighbors and I will just have to grin/grit and bear it.

As I  write this, I'm startled by the bright flash of lighting immediately followed by deafening thunder.  It's directly overhead. Divine retribution!

I rush upstairs to open the window facing the city park.

No, City Hall has not been reduced to rubble; the peryahan is no smoldering heap of smashed videoke machines.

Retribution, divine or otherwise, will come. Maybe not now and not in the spectacular manner as I imagine it, but it will come.

Next local elections, perhaps?

[July 31, 2005]