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It's been my dream to run a campaign in which my BFF (Best Friend Ferdie) runs for mayor under the Parti Party. We considered doing this and fielding the most unforgettable assembly of nuisance candidates ever, made up mostly of artists and other local vagabonds. The entire campaign would be a string of performances! But then we were overcome by the fear that BFF could actually win. And then what would we do? Also, it would be quite a challenge to raise funds for all the 'batchered' pigs and tapuy that every Parti Party appearance would require. So forget that. But I can still wish for it...

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Mayumi Masaya said…
kaya yan! bit of media savvy, a few financial backers (exhibit to raise funds!), a farm for all the pigs plus homemade tapuey timed for the occasion, made in batches.....
padma said…
Hmmmm. Next elections? Mwahahahaaa! But what if people buy it and actually vote for Parti Party candidates? That'd be bizarre. Then we'd be saddled with responsibility and thrown to the trapo lions.
Mayumi Masaya said…
pinag usapan na ata namin to dati ah... may mga mangagampanya na tayong mga artista... hahaha tanong mo kay ferdie. kaya niya yan. step up to the plate, kung baga. pogi points pa sya. plus at that point, all the trapos kids will be running na. perhaps some won't be as bad as the last. just being positive.
padma said…
Yep, this dream has been circulating among friends for several years now. I for one, first heard this idea from tito Santi, who wanted to run for the presidency! It's just a matter of time hahahaa!
The Nashman said…
I want to run under the party list group "Alyansa para palaguhin mga Bading na nagbebenta ng taba ng talangka sa Baguio city Market."

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