An F-YOU to all the politics-haters out there

Politics is supposed to be a positive tool. In its barest form, its intention is to aid us. So the sooner you bloggers quit magnifying every fucking slip there is, the sooner we can get this snail of a country back on its feet. I'm just so fucking sick of all the unsubstantiated whining I read in blogs and newspapers these days.

Hehehe. I miss blogging.

Happy New Year!

Re: post below, I really couldn't resist to post a tiny rant about this. To the Pangandamans, it pretty much looks like it has boiled down on breeding and, foolishly enough, you still had a chance to keep whatever's left of it in you days ago-- Haha it's apparent now on who has it and who doesn't, huh.

I think they should really get used to the biting sarcasms of people who have heard this 'cause Lord knows they haven't heard the last of the bunch.

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they're with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn't give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head..."Sorry na po, sorry na po...tama na...tama na po..." With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: "Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!" And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He's the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He's the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He's a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: "Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta'y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?"

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, "Tatandaan kita!" And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother's bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he's dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face "they're beating my father up and you want me to stop?!" I pull at his shirt--I don't let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn't even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino's right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor's bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. "Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila...Maam...umalis na po kayo please..."

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn't do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn't it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother's ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

Collect calls abroad, relative visits, and good ol' FF (family fun). I love it. 'Tis the reason I love this season (woohoo rhyme unintended haha). To hell with the fact that gifts get tinier and lesser every year. Nevermind, too, the electric bill costs that come with leaving on Christmas Lights for a month or so. MERRY CHRISTMAS!:)

Gosh I'm so happy it's annoying ;)) Falalalala-lalalala

I'm about a weekend late on starting my primero Christmas break entry and about 2 days early on starting a Christmas entry. A combo of laziness and anxiety-- Go figure.

Talking about the weather seems like such a humdrum thing to do but 'ey, the title's just apt for the holidays and it's the only thing i could think of to collectively label recent happenings haha. Since I'm in no mood to think about coherent paragraphs and shit, I'll do the ol' numbered thinger.

1. Christmas Shopping. Despite my dire attempts to avoid the reason why shopping may be called a 'contact sport' (hello Quito Nitura!), this season just really calls for all the lazy nitwits to do last minute gift shopping (me included :|). This is what I call 'frightful weather'-- In the form of a mass of people.
   
2. Red Cup. Since last year, I promised myself to avoid Starbucks during Christmas (Yes, even if Starbucks delightfully beams with Christmas-ness). I do it because I'd always end up with a number of planner cards that I know I'll never use (I learned that powerbooks planners are better hahaha yum). Of course, those times when someone could claim my sticker are exceptions to this case. So yeah, that explains why I'm at coffeebean all the time (I'm at coffeebean now! Haha). Connection to weather? Coffee and cold weather... Haha whatev!
   
3. Real Weather. It's drizzling now at Greenbelt-- And it was drizzling here yesterday, too... And the day before that. So much for weather updates
   
4. Umbrellas. I can't live without them but I'm exceptionally irresponsible with them. I lost my 4th umbrella to date a few weeks ago and I hope I won't lose my new one this time. I hate it-- I loved that umbrella :( (a/n: Hello Dennis Tan! He requested that he be mentioned here 'cause he absolutely hates bringing umbrellas haha!)
5. Knitwear. I love them. 3 pull overs, 4 button down pull overs, 2 vests and a beret will prove that sentiment. It's just sad that I threw away my sense of variety 'cause they all came from one place hahahahahah
6. Fat. Yeah well, 'tis the season to be jolly hoho. (the official starting mark of this was when I had the now annual 'fancy dinner' with my friends. YUM)
   

My psych prof pointed at the list I was making on my planner during last Friday's class and commented on how my list was very Frontal Lobe-y. The list was written with empty check boxes before each reminder and all of them were placed under Saturday (Yeah it's my anti- crammer self which fails to prevail nowadays)