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From: http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-fucked-up.html

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.

PLEASE FORWARD THIS!!!

Mas gusto ko talaga magblog sa blogger. Siguro dahil mas gusto ko na yung comments ay nasa blogger din, at hindi sa kung saan saang blog.

Anyway, eto ang link ko:

http://bringmetosanity.blogspot.com

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yun lang.

Yes at last! I'm in the mood to blog. I'm even on the mood to make a new layout for my blogger, and make links for my past layouts so people could see the old versions I made. I also want to edit the css of my livejournal, multiply, and friendster. I want to search for images and edit it in photoshop to make good backgrounds for my sites. I want to be a computer freak again. =p But of course, I still can't do those things. =( Give me a 20 GB hard disk please! I'm fine with that amount of space. Could you imagine having only two 4 GB hard disks on your PC? Then imagine how I survived those. Accepting donations. or pamasko. =p

This is about Reming, the super typhoon which I thought would again destroy the streets of Manila, make billboards, posts, and trees fall, and cause a week-blackout in our place. But the thing is, it didn't hit us, and I was sad about that. I expected that I'd feel the storm signal #2 here. And I was so disappointed that winds just blew hard, but not scary and only for a short time, and there was no hard rain. It's not even a signal #1 for me. But on hearing the news on how the storm destroyed lives in albay, I felt so guilty that I even wished to feel the storm. We were lucky enough in our place that Reming didn't pass by and made a flood that would kill hundreds of people. We were really lucky that our families would still be complete this Christmas. So please don't make jokes on how we prepared so for the storm. Please don't pass those stupid messages about Reming. Think about the lives lost. Imagine if that happened to us. Be guilty people. Be guilty. Please also pray for the people who lost their loved ones, their homes, their lands, and their business. And if you could help, then help.

I used to do things before that I am not doing now. And I'm doing things now that I'm not doing before. Maybe I gained a few years on my age, let some of the past be past, and learned how to accept the future and discover new things. And because of that, I know I'm not my old self, but someone new, someone who would mistakenly be described by my highschool or elementary batchmates. Change is inevitable, I know, and it's not bad either. I have nothing against being the new me, but once in your life, you gather thoughts, memories, look back on the road you traversed, remember how things used to be perfect, or imperfect. It's either you regret the past, or if you're tired with your current life, you would want to get back to the way how things were. And I? I'm on the verge of wanting to get back to the past, but holding on to what I am now. Yes, this is my emo mode. I want life to be ideal, not perfect. Being ideal means accepting the imperfect side, and being happy though there are lots of reasons to be sad. It's not being plastic with yourself and others. It is being yourself and placing yourself in the shoes of others. Wanting an ideal life is not about lifting all to God, and let Him do all the things for you. This is about doing something, being the first to move if no one moves, having the initiative, then lifting it up to Him, hoping, praying, and trusting Him that your effort would be something that changes lives, especially your own life. Now this is why I'm on the emo mode. Things changed, and somehow I wanted to solve things and get them back to the way how they were good as new before. And I do not know what to do , I don't have the initiative, and I don't know what to change. I'm on the borderline. Going through the past makes me think that it's my fault anyway, but I'm not sure. And I don't care. All I wanted now is to be ideal...

Sa wakas, tapos na rin ang sem. At wala na ring finals. Sa tanang buhay ko sa bio, ngayon lang talaga ako nagfinals kahit na alam kong nag-effort naman ako. Sabagay, ang effort na yun ay worth lang ng 2.5 na grade, e 2.0 ang exemption. Hay, buhay. Wag na nga yan. GC na tuloy ako. Basta pasado, nakaraos na, masaya na ako. Isang sem na lang ang ititiis ko sa bio. Tapos ibang mundo na naman. Sa totoo lang nagsasawa na ako sa bio. Parang kinuha ko lang tong course na to para lang masabing nagcollege ako. Paano kaya kung may interview before college, tapos tinanong ako kung bakit gusto ko mag-bio? Hmm.. Siguro sasabihin ko, "Because I think this is the best pre-med course." Minahal ko ba ang bio? Sa tingin ko hindi, ginamit ko lang siya. Kaya tuloy ngayon, atat na atat na akong umalis. Pagod na ako, at parang ayoko nang balikan pa ang mga paghihirap ko sa bio. At habang tumatagal ako sa bio, naiisip kong hindi ito ang "best course" para sa med. Dahil doon, nawalan na ako ng gana, at tuluyan ngang hindi ko na minahal ang bio. Ang masama rito, nag-aaral ako hindi para matuto kundi para lang pumasa. Kaya nga hindi talaga ako karapat-dapat mabigyan ng matataas na grado. Buti nga pumapasa pa.

Sa tingin ko kasi, pagbubutihin mo naman kung gusto mo yung ginagawa mo e. Kung hindi mo gusto, siguro gagawin mo pero napipilitan ka lang. At kung napipilitan ka lang, you're not at your best.

O baka naman kasi mahirap lang talaga sa UP kaya ako nagkakaganito.

Ah basta. Ang alam ko, gusto ko magmed. Siguro naman, pagbubutihin ko na pag med na ako.

Oh, it's me. I mean, I have a post. yey!

This is my very first post in LJ.
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Countdown before end of sem: Ends in 3, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1,...

(pirated)

*insane*