legions of scantily-clad modelicious babes gathered on top of the plateau with willie revillame. each take their designated place like marionettes controlled by an enormous hand with hundreds of fingers. they all looked the same, like they do when they appear on tv. even the main girls of the host (usually mariel rodroguez, precious lara quigaman and valerie concepcion) almost look like the other girls, if not for the yellow ribbons they wore on their heads.
people flocked the foot of the plateau despite the incessant biting of the afternoon sun. they lined up on both sides of the dust-covered road clearing a path for what appeared to be a grand entrance of a very important figure. then, not long after the crowd has settled, i witnessed the march of the most disturbing family i have ever seen. fidel ramos, holding hands with gloria arroyo, was guiding what appeared to be a shrunken imelda marcos. the crowd cheered as they slowly parade their way to the road. although a voice inside me told me that something’s not right, the milieu dictated the event to be true, and at all cost, real. as people rejoiced, confetti rained over the place while the legion of willie danced in the tune of a novelty song that i have just heard. thundering claps dominated heaven and earth. imagine people power in the mountains, with all sorts of people making all sorts of noise as if it was new year’s eve happening in midday.
as the family made their way up the plateau, willie chanted words beyond my comprehension. soon, the people followed, then i saw the largest novelty ensemble ever. then willie raised tha arms of gloria, fidel and imelda. all the people followed.
then they declared the wowowee republic.