One cannot please everybody.

I cannot please everybody.

Those who cannot be impressed plainly don't matter.

I can only impress people who matter.

*sends his resume to companies that matter*

ayan...

Blog na blog na ako about this thinggy na nadiscover ko sa Baguio. Although I know what to say in an organized manner already, I still won't blog it. Heres a clue, the sign board when you enter the city holds one of the biggest lies I have ever read lol! And its not about Baguio being the cleanest and greenest city evar (but to some extent, it is still green). I don't want a libel case before I march you know D:

ayun.

I always referred Baguio as a cold hell since the first day I stepped inside this wretched pile of dirt. On all my works (artsy fartsy or serious), Baguio was never depicted in a positive light.

However, it is inevitable. I worked so hard for a Diploma for the past years already its pretty impractical for me to give up at this very moment where I am faltering. I feel like an orphan who has a magic bank account which is his life line at the same time. Only a few things keep me sane, but ironically playing games is not helping.

I want to go home. now na. as in now na. I want to hold the people that really matter to me. Seeing and hearing them isn't enough for me at this point. Everything in Baguio is plastic, even I am plastic.

I only become real over coffee, cake, and on the phone with the ones that matter.

Emo much? sobrang sabog ng pagkakasulat? Pwes, ganun din kasabog ang utak ko.

It really hurts if a class would pin me down till the 20th.

Since I am in station 168 to check some photos, this will be short for now.

Putang ina, may dumukot sa camera ko.

I don't know how I will tell my parents but I'll come clean later in the afternoon. Its the only way out.

May mga trabaho ako dun na di ko pa nasusubmit sa office. Anak ng kagaw naman itong Panagbenga na ito oh.

Oo nga pala, may pictures din dun na artsy fartsy at masayang tingnan na di ko pa nauupload (that includes the pictures nung Chinese New Year parade, Anime_HQ picnic, at yung 2 ko pang paintings).

Demmet.

PS:
I'll just suck up lahat ng sasabihin ng parents ko sa akin. I'll be doomed as doomed would be.

Malapit na siya.

I can feel it.

;_;

Is currently struggling with:

-The feature about Brent. Gawd, super research  and I don't think Gabe and I can barge in for an interview <_< Dapat planado and dead line would probably be on friday.

-Org stuff. Need I say more? Sige for the record, everyone isn't working but me and Leah tapos lalayas na si Aldwin. God demmeht

-Physics 11 exam. Hindi ako pinayagan ni sir to take the exam on Monday kahit may coverage kay John Lloyd tapos isusulat pa namin on the same day. I would probably swim through over 9000 people kasi malalate ako. Mabilis naman ako magsulat though, so kakayanin.

-Hindi pa siya dumadating pero ang demands ng groupmates ko sa BC132 would probably burn me out.

-Yung FA project ko. sobrang sabaw niya. I know.

ayun

At nagparamdam ulit ang larong Dragonica after over 9000 months na kakahintay!

I love it!

Power level uppppppp!! go go go go go !!!

At last, more things to keep me from being burnt out.

It is my weekend starting on friday :D

*BGM = Perfect Day*

I'll list down thinggies that I really want to write about. Too bad hunger and fatigue always gets in the way.

hunger + fatigue = a mental block

This post is for my dear loyal fans. You know, there is something that actually happens in my life. Tinatamad lang talaga ako because there are some stimuli around me that just won't let me think in a write-sy manner.

List of thinggies I could have blogged about:

-Going home next week. AT LAST! A day with my fam, a day with Dale, and a day in the Inquirer office :p. Will not attend Physics class. Its the class' fault for sticking out like a sore thumb in my sched. (the sorest thumb in my sched is BC132 though. 5:30PM - 7:00 PM? Bleargh!)

-My life up here and how a little discipline goes a long way

-How much I miss important people in my life (family and partner, basically)

-The small bit of hope I see in the org and how it touched me. Yeah, I didn't know everyone liked me as their leader and the latter meeting just proves it.

-How my heartstrings are tugged by my humanity about executing the two org members who are in the list of kickage.

-The thread of destiny during the "member regent" draw thinggy. Eizy and Loren are the people am rooting for talaga.

-The last challenges up here. My last hurrah for being a student.

-The anxiety on getting a job. And not just getting any job, I really want to get the right job asap. I'll do away with my 4 month rest period after graduation. I am receiving ample encouragement from everyone, but I always believe that it boils down to your luck. Good luck to me then. Am pretty much optimistic while keeping my feet on the ground though.

-The stupid mendecant who spat on my thesis! Yeah its true. Miraculously, I kept my cool and plainly walked out. Yeah, thats true too!

-Panagbenga thinggies and my quest for a Venus Flytrap (or any other carnivorous plant sans the boring pitcher plants)

-Journ113 (online journalism) blog entries flooding my inbox (and loving it!). Am quite annoyed at preposterous people who won't read between the lines and delete my comments. Nagkusang loob akong magbasa at magcomment pffft lol! I think comments could affect your grade. Sa Journ113 namin ganun din.

-How much I hate Baguio from freshy to senior years. Di ko to lugar. I don't belong here

-My dead power level (as in otaku power level). I used to have a lot of it but there are many factors why its pretty much dead already. NO! Di ako quitter no. After all am still the chairperson of the only otaku org up here. Anywho, one of the reasons for the dry spell of otaku-ism is that am using my power level to manage the org and initiate the change it needs. Am expecting na babalik sa dati yan pag release ng dragonica at pag may pera na ako para makapagcosplay ng bonggang bongga (and yes, I still want to cosplay Lorch Furholden).

-How my friends and boyfriend help me keep myself in one piece. They also help me keep my cool.

-My final project for FA101 (art theory) which is something ill use to express every relief I have from leaving this wretched city forever! Am planning to give it to Dale though so I'll try to be as aesthetic as I can. I think it would be cubist, surreal, and expressive. I can't create definite, real life figures with a brush though. I'll try using water colors because am up for a challenge.

-How Leah and Alyssa showed up in the front page of Plurk :D hehe cool huh!

-Kopi Roti and the reason why its way better than Starbucks for me. A lot of special thinggies happened there too :D

-How much I miss Wasabi ice cream from Elfav. I really want to try the Yakult ice cream and theyre prolly concocting a new flavor.

-The stuff I learned from my thesis and a note of thanks to Sir Amor.

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Thats that my fans :)

I really want to devote a blog entry for each but my sched is too hectic.

But then again, this blog entry is pretty coherent naman kahit papano.

Buryong buryo na ako sa mga taong umaabuso sa google translate (or babel fish or any other translating engine sa internet).

Grabe feeling nila ang cocool ata ng tatalino nila dahil nakakapagsalita sila sa ibang wika.

Idagdag mo pa yung mga super emotero na kung magblog or magpost ng bulletin ginoogle translate.

Nung una isang tao lang gumagawa kaya keber lang.

Pero lately sobrang dami nang mga pseudo-intellectuals and pseudo-intellectuals na emo, at mga pa-emo ang nagpopost ng galing sa google translate.

Mahilig pa sila sa misleading titles.

Hay nako...

gimme a break !

I think am on the verge of burning out, but there are many means to save my mental and emotional well being. Heres a list of people and thinggies that will help me alleviate all the excess baggage.

My Real Mom

-I really miss my mommy so much. I want to have the usual time with her. Have lunch at charbroiled, then having some snacks in Pergola. Spending a day with her would really fire me up again. If you haven't noticed, konti na lang mabuburn out na ako dito.

Dale

-I am very very very thankful for that he is around. Having regular phone calls every night is something I look forward to everyday. Hearing the way he is alright, it just purges everything negative that happens during the daily grind. How I wish I could spend another cup of kopi and  a stroll around the park in the middle of the semester. Although the chances of going home is fairly slim, my life partner is always worth the wait. I love you Dale :D

Prince Pao Pao

-Sa hitsura niyang yun, mabuburn out ka pa ba ? He is a lovely "son". Kung si Mommy ay merong Marco, kami ni Dale ay merong Pao Pao. :D

Jelly

-There is something in her borderline nature that is really comforting. I can't wait to have another round of shopping with my sis :) Mapa simpleng ruins lang or bonggang bonggang mall.

Leah

-Makapagkape lang ulit tayo it will really help me cope up with all this! Pag parehas kaming haggard haggard at stressed, sharing each other's baggages would let me stay sane for another month.

Dragonica or Ghost X (asa naman sa Ghost X)

-Yeeeessszzz. Playing a game would help me keep sane and stable for the day. Sobrang tagal na akong di nakakalaro at nakakagawa ng mga bagay na may kinalaman sa hobbies ko (liban na lang sa org). Pag dating sa hobbies, ang puso ko talaga nasa games eh. Imagine, wala akong malarong matino for over a year.


So ayun :D

Napansin niyo na ang ultimate thinggy para humaba ng bongga ang mitsa ko ay umuwi ng Maynila.

Since I I had my first breath of the fresh Baguio air, I am carrying this pail inside my head. Everyday, stuff that happens in UP fills it up. Yeah, it includes the you-know-whos and the people I can't mention because they are so great at enduring paddles. It also includes those who are close to me and what not. Everyday, this pail gets filled up and I stretch its build to accomodate more bleargh. But one day, I'll pour it all out. I'll purge everything not worth remembering. I'll do it in a pasabog way or kakalimutan ko na lang siya basta (I prefer the latter. Kay Jelly o kay Leah na lang ako magrarant if ever buwahahaha xD)

You might ask kung di ba ako nagsasawa sa kakarant at kakareklamo? Ang sagot ko hindi. As long as am up here, my life is 2 steps away from miserable. Am really thankful for those people who keep me sane. My school is very bogus. They say it is free but they stuff opinions down your throat. It is also a breeding ground for compulsive liers, cheaters, thieves, and bullies. Ewan ko ba, pero ganun na lang talaga siya. (Pero in fairness di naman lahat. Malas malas lang siguro ako at naeencounter ko sila on a daily basis. I know the I am so MU with my enemies and the people who don't like me in general. And wag niyo kong pipilosopohin na hate ko sila kasi ganun din ako. Excuse me! Wag po tayng magpaka pseudo-intellectual!)

Today, I'll share something that am so annoyed at.

Nope! This isn't about words, am talking about tangible stuff. Nakakainis na siya promise

I have these two orgmates (of course I'll not name them) whom I want to end being friends with. Its a pretty good thing that the conflict only circulates in their faction but it just leaked out on a silver platter to ruin everyone's lives.

You know my group. My group loves hobbies :D Its supposed to be fun. I changed how the way it works but still, people are having fun naman! Pero, when the hobby turns into a competition and the competition turns into a peeing contest, it becomes really destructive if both people in the contest are just plain immature.

Let me get to this straight. Both parties are lying, cheating, backstabbing, mudslinging, and stealing from each other and (insert doom sound here. dun dun DUUUUUUUUHHHNN!) the other people's moneys!  Nakakabanas siya. So nagkakandagutom-gutom ako dito to do my job as I cover up for the stolen money and maintain the course of everything. Good thing Aldwin is here to feed me once things goes horribly wrong and I can always have a bongga meal at John Hay and put the tab to my dad (who is going to pay my meal with the free consumable credit he receives :D hurrah!).

But today, am at the end of my resolve.

I really want to frank the two of them and get them kicked out but I just can't. We are following a set of rules here which includes a guideline for kickage. Terminating friendships are hard, but if theyre chunks of cardboard will continue to have a mind of its own, then it should be done.

Why do they have to lie, cheat, back stab, mud sling, and steal from everyone? I got a veeeeeeeeeeery good hypothesis for this one.

They think their lives are miserable. One being the utusan-ng-bayan when he is in Manila and one who is just a huge jerk who can't earn his own money so he steals. I thank the latter a lot for ruining my trust! I covered him up when my best bud Jasper accused him of stealing his phone. All evidences points to you but now you have done this, I can't help but reduce my trust (buti nga pinagkakatiwalaan kita konti because I can't single you out and you are still a part of me to some extent).

Oooooh, I can't buy this and that. But everyone has this and that. So i'll buy this and that and just worry about eating later. Oh my gawd! I don't have moneys to buy food with, so what should I dooooo~ D: Boooohooo!

I know ! Steal from everyone else! Buwahahaha! Brilliant!

And now here I am, thankful that my mom sent me my allowance in advance ; so I don't have to tighten my belt. I don't want to let my people down. Its ok if am the only person who is in this but no. I have been babying my people for the past months. Everything is going smooth until the moneys magically made it way to Mr. Cheat M. Ensteal who also ruined the fund raising drives by giving away free stuff for crying out loud!  Sobrang manhid niya at di niya nakikita na naghihirap ako at ang super BFF ko sa ginagawa niya. Nahihirapan kami!

Now lets move on to Mr.Emo! All he does is be emo about everything without doing anything at all. Apparently, he started everything when he started the stealing cardboard chunks from everyone who has them. He probably thinks he is not stealing paper notes and metal coins so kebs lang sa kaniya. WRONG!!

Tapos he has the guts to make utang from everyone and act like this poor little kid who can't buy himself a meal. Hello! Its your fault kung bakit ka nagkaganiyan! The thing is mali din kami eh. We tolerated youre behavior but we will never tolerate it already. Sana pala di na ako nagpakabait sa iyo in the first place kung magiging ganiyan ka lang.

Ang magnanakaw, galit sa kapwa magnanakaw. Pero please lang wag mo kaming idamay.

Ay oo nga pala Mister Emo. Yung laptop nga pala ni Aldwin, matapos mo siyang sirain di mo man lang inayos o gawan man lang ng paraan! Tama ba yun? Naalala mo rin nung ginalit mo ng bonggang bongga ang BFF ko last year? Although resolved na yun, syempre bumaba ang tingin ko sa iyo nun.

And to top it all off, what are your solutions for this brouhaha?

Eh di umiwas kay Nico! Kasi sisingilin nanaman niya ako nung sa perang tinakbo ko! Nakakirita talaga si Nico. Ang kulit kulit niyang maningil.

Magaling magaling magaling.

Natanong ko kay Aldwin, ano ba ang pinakamalaking kakulangan ko sa pagiging leader.
"Youre biggest flaw is you let other people trample on you."

Ayun door mat ako.

At magpapaka-door mat ako ulit.

Please clean up the mess you have caused...

and I would really appreciate it if you give us back our money.

Hindi ko pera yun, di din yun pera ni Leah, ni Aldwin, o kung sino man ang kaclose ko. Pera nating lahat yun. Ari-arian namin ang lahat ng pinagnananakaw niyo.

At this point, I have decided to be friends with two stealing cheats because I still have faith in their humanity. But that won't stop me from being annoyed. After all, I forgive seventy times seven.


*In before grammar errors and mispelled words. Some errors are intentional*

PS:
Am smiling right now. Although I still choose to be friends with them, I will not tolerate what they did and I'll consider what will happen to them as long as the clique is concerned.

PPS:
Uuuuy! In fairness di ako masyadong nagmura ! nyahahaha xD

I have a lot of thigns to blog but am just dead tired from hasing the city admin around Baguio. Me and Cha (my fellow intern) ended up getting everything from the vice mayor D: great!

So ayun, another blocked blog entry.

Would rather save my writing juices for writing the story tomorrow D:

Leave a comment here and I'll--

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with a song / movie.
3. Tell a random fact about you.
4. Tell a first memory about you.
5. Associate you with an animal / fruit.
6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7. In return, you must spread this disease post this in your own Multiply.

Yeah, naudlot nanaman itong blog entry na to tunkol sa mga JJs na muntik nang manira ng araw ko lol.

Letseng plurk yan!

I think am loosing my connections to myself because I haven't done anything which is connected to the things I really like.

I am currently taking life way too serious at this point.

Gawd, I really need to have fun soon. Hopefully, I can bring people-who-matter with me.

Its always work, get money, impress most people (if not everyone). All of the family's expectations are just way too heavy for now and am not neurotic.

When was the last time I cosplayed?

When was the last time I owned a gaming console?

When was the last time I went to an event and actually participated in it?

*sigh* The diploma and everything connected with it is just way too precious.

I was doing a blog post about my plans for this stage of my life and how badly I want to get it. That includes plans for me, my family, my friends, and my relationship.

Too bad the laptop has to hang and multiply didn't save a word from my blog post

HURRRAAAH!

needs to have fun.

Not just fun with my family, friend, or boyfriend alone

I want to have fun with all of the above at the same time...

or at least sunod-sunod siya.

Ayun

I am having the negative vibes and I don't want that to ruin the new year.

Oh snap -_-

No, Grand Chase is not helping

Everyone is having their holiday blog posts as my machine gun sits quietly in cyber space. Its loaded with stuff and there are a whole lot of hopes and dreams to shoot at.

Apparently am aiming but I refuse to fire the trigger at anything.

Parang ayoko munang makipagsagupaan sa mga iniisip ng mga tao.

All that brouhaha post and pseudo-intellectualism is something I want to read lang. I'll just sit here, posting comments, reading bleargh but am not writing a lot.

I'll go rant some other time na lang.

Once again, sorry fans ;p

Do not underestimate the relevance of blogs.

Yesterday afternoon(dec. 26,2008) , the 56 year old father and 14 year old brother of blogger Bambee dela Paz was beaten up by Mayor Nasser Pangandaman Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur.

Everyone, if you have a blog, a plurk, or whatever online journal or micro-journal, please repost this incident.

It's better to get it straight as it is before it gets fabricated or altered by those under higher power.

This is a matter of proving that justice still exists in our system. PLEASE REPOST.

Leaders like this do not deserve the support of their people who gave them their position. Disturbing and improper acts, especially by a politician who serves our country and implements laws, must not be tolerated.


JUSTICE.


Below this, in full quote, is Bambee's entry regarding the incident in her journal.

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The world has gone crazy.
Bambee dela Paz

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.

Do not underestimate the relevance of blogs.

Yesterday afternoon(dec. 26,2008) , the 56 year old father and 14 year old brother of blogger Bambee dela Paz was beaten up by Mayor Nasser Pangandaman Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur.

Everyone, if you have a blog, a plurk, or whatever online journal or micro-journal, please repost this incident.

It's better to get it straight as it is before it gets fabricated or altered by those under higher power.

This is a matter of proving that justice still exists in our system. PLEASE REPOST.

Leaders like this do not deserve the support of their people who gave them their position. Disturbing and improper acts, especially by a politician who serves our country and implements laws, must not be tolerated.


JUSTICE.


Below this, in full quote, is Bambee's entry regarding the incident in her journal.

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The world has gone crazy.
Bambee dela Paz

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.

Its a bit rare to hear about me having no money. It is because even if we really dont have any money, I always get to save for a rainy day to prevent my tummy from acting up again due to its sheer acidity. (read: hunger). But Christmas plus graduation is really getting on my nerves. Heres the low down on whats bugging me lately:

The taken-for-granted labandera and all the guilt that came from taking her for granted:

Yeah, I know I should be thankful for having a labandera who goes to my place to get my clothes and return them after a few days. Not all students up here has a person to wash clothes for them. But the thing is, I treated her like this magic laundry fairy. I would leave dirty clothes outside my room on a monday and after three to four days, my clothes are magically cleaned and pressed.

Then came school work and everything else that I find more important than my laundry, (Ex: school, friends and important personal relationships, scarlet weather rhapsody, overnight game sesions, animoo marathons, the org, and blah blah blah my needs) I began to leave nothing for her to pick up during the monday and sometimes the tuesday after that unfortunate monday. But she still religiously picks my clothes up, wash and press them, and give them back to me in good condition (she makes mistakes sometimes but not really fatal ones).

All is well until she began to ask about the bill for her services. It stumped me. I asked my mom about it and blames it all to me. The bayad for the labandera is supposed to be in my weekly bank deposit. But the thing is, my mom didnt tell me about it so I continue to spend the monthly one thousand pesos to other stuffies. Grrrr!

What makes me even more guilty is my labandera's really long patience. She reminds me every now and then but she has yet to blow her steam off.

I'll pay her tomorrow but not without tightening my belt.

*to be continued*