Archive for December, 2008

  • Mga Trapo Sa Gobyerno at Work: Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., & Company

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    Gawd, this is just horrible. Heard about this story from friends @ plurk, and reposted the whole thing from the victim’sblog. Obviously, I am siding with the De La Paz Family because whatever altercations encountered, whether in the golf course, the grocery, or your neighborhood beauty parlor, does not merit beating up people. 
    I am sooo ashamed to call them our Government Officials. TRAPO. TRAPO. TRAPO. 
    Other news articles about the story:
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    The world has gone crazy.

    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.

  • Merry Christmas!!!

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    Our dog Pam just gave birth this evening to 5 adorable puppies! 5! that’s a lot! (and i witnessed it first hand and it was… eww).

    pam-and-her-5-puppies

    I guess, after Wendy died, the All Mighty wanted to compensate by giving us blessings in the form of 5 puppies and 6 baby birds! Hurray!

    Merry Christmas to Everyone!

  • IncrediBOL Week

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    It’s been an incredible week I tell you. 

    After being so down in the dumps the last few weeks – existential/career issues y’all(kids who can’t wait to grow up? WAIT.) and resolving to just settle issues after Christmas, the All Mighty One decided to sprinkle pixie dust my way and wadayaknow? I have something awesome and exciting waiting for me this thursday! whoopee. I can’t really say anything as of now coz I’m still tied up to certain situations. In the meantime, let’s keep it at this – I’ll be playing my favorite game more often these days – and no, not mind games. 

    Cell, Drei & I went to the Ice Cream Bar in Joya Tower, Rockwell the other week and tried to conquer the ice cream buffet. Cell, the ever chismoso, asked the waiter just how much scoops has anyone been able to consume and he answered 19. Now, with all our might, empty stomachs, and 2 hours of eating, we tried to beat the record but came up short – drei had 12, cell had…10/11, I had 9. Drei says you gotta be mentally prepared. My guess is that the record holder was depressed.

    and the winner is.... andrei!

    Although Christmas starts when the BER months come in, it didn’t officially start for me up until the Berks Xmas Party. W00T! Taking a cue from Kuya Germs’ That’s Entertainment, we decided to use the names of the various talents of Kuya Germs as codes for our babies. I got Chuckie Dreyfuss – who turned out to be JC, and I turned out to be Lotlot de Leon. Guess who Ramon Christopher was? Drei of course. Love team forever! woo! More pictures at my multiply site.

    It’s been a good week – I’m looking forward to greater days to close 2008. Hope you’re done Christmas Shopping!:)

  • Happy Birthday Toni Aure!

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    This is an edited copy of my letter to toni aure on her special day 5 years ago.

    Who would think that a loudmouth im-not-a-friggin-girl-im-not-even-a-woman would be friends with a relatively new, extremely-shy-inside-but-loud-outside-girl-sometimes-a-boy-in-a-wrongly-sewn-uniform? Well, that’s highschool life for me. Senior year would not be complete without me wondering what the hell tadpole meant in her life.. since I was naive in terms of the other worlds.. pink/blue/black/white and that banana language would have boggled me to death if not for the guru in Toni Aure. It was because of her that I studied in DLSU since I thought – heck maybe we’d be even closer when we step into college – and close we were (and she did a bit of cajoling actually) and besides, I did like the com arts program which would later prove a futile attempt since we did not major together…

    The first two years of my college life – filled with laughter, tears, numerous crushes, curvas, debuts(Gaaad forgive my booboo during nikki’s debut and let us not bring that up whenever we have new guys around…)and endless love songs…(i cringe when i think of the crushes).. Even if she had so many friends(she hasn’t changed since highschool), with her endless appointments with different people, she never fails to write a letter to me. However short, we exchange letters almost everyday even if we were just a seat away from each other. I still have the post-it with the words “jebenemobonon! anjan na sha! be still my heart!” but I still remain firm that I would like to forget that part of my life – i only kept it because of the sender. It was until i majored that we sorta lost a bit of the closeness we once shared.

    She says that I never actually knew how she felt, but I guess I haven’t made it clear that I was actually lonely without her! No more noisy classes for me, no more teachers ganging up on us, no more gaylords, no more moralists seething with anger everytime she cursed.. how boring. It was all serious shit from then on.. can u believe? venneth who once cried (pathetic attempt at drama) because of this stupid gay teacher who kept on ganging up the three ”maria’s”, was to be without a partner for the rest of her remaining college life?

    WAWA naman.

    But all ends well since I was able to graduate FINALLY after another gaylord tried to destroy my life.. and now.. though this sounds like a eulogy(which it isnt!!!), she’s in the US as an OFW (though she doesn’t really send any dollars so can we still classify her as OFW??? ), terrorizing a lot of American kids… and I hope she’s still befriending people like she used to… her friends miss her terribly as I do too.. and since it’s her bday today dec 17 (yuck gurangis), I would like to greet tonio a happy happy happy happy birthday! I hope she does not remain the same and she marries a mexican so they can curse all they want and have no moralists at her neck all the time… I will forever treasure her and i will never forget her since she apparently hasn’t forgotten about me :)

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    A few things have  changed – our boobs got bigger, we got a bit fatter in the middle, and well.. we’re both wearing heels now, although she wears it more often than I do – but I guess the rest remains the same. She still curses, I still love boys, and she still loves…haHahaHa.

    I love you toni! and to everyone who’s reading this, I hope you’re as lucky as I am to find a friend who’s as awesome as her :)

    Happy Birthday Toni Aure from ven santos on Vimeo.

  • 3B Friday – Brainy, Beauty, Bizarre.

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    …then  I’d be throwing snowballs with no less than this guy!(i wissssh) 

    *sigh* I think I maybe turning into an Obama Girl Clone, Pinoy Style. Next thing you know, I have my own YouTube channel. He harnesses the “elevation” in me. Let’s just hope I’m not wrong – or let’s say, most of the American people weren’t wrong in their choice for president. Abangan!! 

    RIP Betty Paige.

    Although I only knew you from a song…”she’s got.. Betty Davis Eyes..”, and most of what I know about you I only read today, I’d like to thank you for everything you’ve done to set the stage for the 1960s sexual revolution. Bondage people, bondage!(I’m a not-so-closet-”bond”-girl). She was amazing and she will be missed.

    This freaked me out.

    Have a great weekend everyone!!!

     

    Betty Paige c/o AP

    Obama Pic

    Steve Buscemi

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