Mayor Asshole Rules The Golf Course.

Everyone and their mother has blogged about Mayor Nasser Pangandaman Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao Del Sur and his bodyguards kicking the crap out of this old guy and his son on an Antipolo golf course, but I felt the need to add an extra (obnoxious) voice to his chorus of haters.

I hate politics and everything to do with it, but even I had to step up after reading daughter Bambee's blog entry about what happened: http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-fucked-up.html

They got the shit kicked out of them on a golf course the day after Christmas, for God's sake. What kind of asshole does that? :(

According to Reynz's follow-up, aside from the almighty Mayor and his brother kicking ass, his bodyguards Paysal Abdulaa, Mohammed Hussein, Abdan Pacasuna, Rene Maglaque, and Arnel Astacio also joined in the "fun".

All these men against a 56 year old guy and his 14 year old son?

We only have the dela Paz family's side of the story for now, of course, but unless the kid was hopped up on some serious spider-man juice and his dad was secretly from Krypton, I don't see how the politicians could possibly spin this tale to make a fair fight seem plausible.

Of course, the famed Filipino "we-don't-see-nuthin-oh-god-don't-hurt-us" mentality has also ensured that the golf course staff is shutting up about the entire altercation, and Mayor "Asshole" Pangandaman Jr will probably never see the inside of a prison cell.

I'm hoping this is because he ends up comitting suicide like a good little disgraced politician, but then, I think I'm in the wrong country for that. :(

If you're a Filipino blogger (or anyone who gives a shit about the Philippines), please help spread Bambee's entry. Making noise is probably the only thing people have the power to do, so let's make sure we're good and loud.

Happy Holidays! :|

Related articles of note:
http://www.pinoypress.net/2008/12/28/the-warlord-of-masiu/
(An interesting look at how politicians from Mindanao operate.)
http://www.filipinovoices.com/of-golf-the-internet-and-elites
(A very sane response to the opinion that the crazy middle class bloggers are getting their panties in a twist over nothing.)

A Christmas Fashion Poem by Lizzeh the Poet

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a piece of fashion was found, not even a blouse
The children were sleeping, the parents were sound,
On the far wall stood a chimney, where socks could be found

Inside little Jenny's sock was a stuffed rabbit toy,
Inside little Johnny's sock was a metal pip boy
Under the tree stood mommy's red gift,
All gift-wrapped and bow-tied and inside was a shift
Daddy's box was purple and green,
Inside was a tie that was not fit to be seen

Little Johnny woke first when the clock struck twelve,
So happy, so dapper, into the chimney Santa would delve!
There was a sound, loud and long-- now Jenny got up
OMG, here's Santa! Johnny be quiet, shut up!

They snuck down and found, much to their dismay,
A long-legged woman with hair the color of hay,
With her bright pink lips she smiled and said,
"Your mom's shift sucks and your dad's tie deserves to be dead!"

"Didn't anyone tell you that fashion is for all?
Not just the super rich (like me!) should heed its call!
Purple doesn't go with green unless you played Day of the Tentacle,
And back in the 70s when it was quite a cool spectacle."

"You're young and you're six, you shouldn't be this dumb,
So grab that tie and chuck it out, don't stand there saying "Um..."
This shift for your mom is red and it's out,
Who'd wear that? Not me, not even a lout!"

"Gucci for dad and mum's Prada, without a doubt,
Brands are of course what it's all about!
Never mind the Chinese kids all slaving away,
Sweating in mills and crying all day."

"Christmas is about the commercial approach,
Kids like work, I swear, we don't encroach,
On their lives, civil service, whatever, no one cares!
Shoot the cows for leather, fur from the bears!"

With a flourish she waved her hand, the presents were replaced,
The children gasped--with LV and CK they were suddenly faced
"Haha," she cried, "Now you know the truth, bad fashion you'll cease,
Or else I'll come next year and grab you, for I'm the Fashion Police!"

With a toss of her mane, she blew them a kiss,
With her fashion advice, now no one would diss
"So fierce," she cried, before in her limo she rode away,
And that was how Paris Hilton saved Christmas day.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, everyone!

xoxox,
Lizz

Here, Have Some Food.

Yes, it's time for another food post. I've been getting better at cooking in general, though apparently Lamb is to be the bane of my existence. It looks fantastic, but my god it tasted horrible. (Too much salt). Thus, I have bought another tray and will attempt it for my winter solstice celebration meal (I refuse to say Christmas), tomorrow.

Lamb with buttered vegetables and mashed potatoes. Mmm. Not.

Chocolate chip pancakes topped with frozen yogurt and mixed fruits. This was awesome.

X-Men: Origins, oh my!

Perhaps the only other movie rivaling my fangirly interest in Star Trek this summer is X-Men: Origins, and that isn't because I'm a Hugh Jackman fan. (I've always steered towards the Scott Summers/Luke Skywalker types, haha). No, it's the veritable slew of legendary names they're putting into this baby, not the least of which is one of my all-time favourite X-men: Gambit.

Remy Lebeau has always been attached to Rogue, but when they turned her into a kid (in the original X-Men movie), it somehow didn't seem fitting to have the thief from New Orleans come in and be her love interest. In any case, Gambit's brief scene in the trailer with the cards and his staff made my eyes go wide. If this movie goes well, perhaps a Gambit spin-off is in the cards. Cards, get it? :D

The other sight for sore eyes is none other than the Queen of Diamonds herself, Emma Frost.

As the current leader of the X-Men, bad girl-turned-head mistress Emma Frost is perhaps one of the more complex characters in the X-Men. Previously a member of the Hellfire Club, she now resides as Headmistress and Girlfriend of Headmaster Scott Summers. Professor X has been depowered and kicked out (gee, thanks for the gratitude, Scott!), and thus the school is run by this new-age power couple.

I like Emma a lot because she's a snappy, evil bitch, and she's the woman everyone loves to hate. Pair her up with eternal good boy Scott and you've got a hell of a story. I still miss Jean, though, who is currently still dead in the Marvel Universe. (Will they bring her back after Secret Invasion? I think Phoenix should save the heroes from the Skrulls, though. LOL)

The Emma in the movie looks quite young though, and since she's in her 30's during present day and Wolverine lives forevah, I suppose it fits that she looks like she's 16. Either way, she's going to kick so much ass.

This summer = Star Trek and X-Men. Fangirl heaven, omg.

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Christmas = BAH HUMBUG!

Normally, nothing gets me happier than the Holidays. There's lots of food, pretty lights, and yay!presents. This year, though, I'm feeling mighty scrooge-like. This is my first Christmas in my new place back home, (2007 saw me living in Tokyo, and my brother came to visit and promptly got food poisoning from bad yakiniku), and I can't even bring myself to decorate.

I was looking at the trees and ornaments at the mall the other day, and all I could think about was that no matter what I put up, I'd have to take it down again. Yesterday I spent 45 minutes on Ortigas trying to get across Edsa to Greenhills, and by the time I got to the Unitarian Universalist Christmas party, I was in a horrible mood. I hate Christmas lines, I hate Christmas traffic, and I hate having to shop for Christmas presents at the last minute.

In point of fact, the only good thing I can think of that happens during Christmas is this:

The yearly University of the Philippines Oblation Run, (where frat boys run around campus with their dangly bits showing), is bound to cheer any gloomy sister up. Looks like I'll be going back to my alma mater on December 17 (Wednesday next), for the Run + the Lantern Parade! :D

Yay Twilight Was The Best Movie EVAR!! ...not.

Finally had the chance to catch Twilight tonight with my brother and two of his lovely friends, and I am sad to inform that it hardly lives up to the hype.

I went into it knowing that it was adapted from a book catering to the Young Adult section, but the knowledge hardly prepared me for the actual inanity of the dialogue. It was almost as if they expected the actors to keep the movie going with nothing but sheer good looks and molten stares, and that whoever adapted the dialogue (or was it this bad in the book as well?) phoned in the script.

As someone who used to thrive on the Sweet Valley books as a child, I fully expected to be touched, or at the very least, mildly nostalgic when I watched Twilight. It was, after all, textbook formula young adult romance.

But all I felt after watching it was distaste and a vague sense of disappointment. Most ironically was the fact that I was disappointed not in the movie, but in myself for not being able to appreciate it even a little.

It’s a somewhat emo take on the typical dark fairy tale romance, after all, and what self-respecting Sweet Valley/Babysitters Club/Insert-YA-book-of-choice-here reader can’t like that?

Me, apparently. How sad is it that I’ve become so jaded and cynical at the ripe old age of 25? I remember being 17 myself, of course, and I remember what being in love so young was like. It’s a powerful feeling partly because you’re so new at the love thing, and mostly because you don’t know what the hell you’re doing.

But whenever Bella spouted lines such as “I want to be with you forever” or “Never leave my side”, I felt like throwing my shoe at the screen and yelling “What about your career? No one can get a BA in LOVE!!”

Edward, on the other hand, all of 108 years old (but with the physical age of 17), was hardly any better. “I’ve waited my whole life for you,” says he, “Vomit,” says I.

Real people don’t talk like that, and if they do, it’s because they’re:

1) Drunk
2) Trying to get laid
3) All of the above

Real love isn’t lyrical, it’s not pretty, and it will *never* be forever.

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…I really need to get a hamster.