I can understand being brazen and daring—and maybe adventurous when it comes to sexual encounters. But to be so reckless that after some time it pops out of nowhere? That’s called being uber-irresponsible.
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~ I’ve always looked at challenges as opportunities to learn but I also understand and acknowledge that some things simply suit others better than they do me.
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One of my greatest pet peeves is hearing people mispronounce this particular breed of dog’s name. The Dachshund. It’s not dash-yand! It’s not das-shund! And it’s NOT dutch-hound for crying out loud!
I’m a true-blue dog lover. I have a purebred German Shepherd Dog named Sasha. She’s 11 months old. I also have 2 adult mongrels and 1 mongrel pup. Ever since I was a kid, I have always had a dog. My father wasn’t exactly into purebreds but we’ve always had dogs of mixed breed in the house.
Last year, I was invited (they didn’t have a choice! I was always in the vet clinic!) to join a local canine club. They needed an extra pair of hands to help organize their dog show, that’s why. I was bored and I wanted to see the dogs in the city gathered in one place so I readily agreed! I prepared the program, the certificates, the awards and what-nots. Baptism of fire! And all in less than one week! I also had to be the emcee. Now, I’m a behind-the-scenes person. I hate being in the spotlight, much less talking on a microphone, with people who don’t know me. Perhaps it’s because I get the kick out of laughing at people’s mistakes when they do the thing that I was supposed to do then. Well, don’t we all have guilty pleasures? It’s easier to see other people’s mistakes, right? Come on, admit it! Get real! LOL.
But I had a mission. I wanted to let people know how Dachshund is pronounced. I asked one of the vets in the clinic where I used to hang out how he pronounces Dachshund and he told me that he didn’t use it because people would always look at him funny every time he did. So he opted to just use the more popular way of pronouncing it—which is really not doing anybody any good!
Not a single doxie was pre-registered. But I was really hoping that on the day itself, there’d be walk-in registrants. To my utter dismay, none of them came.
So I hope I can still rectify whatever errors in pronunciation we have when it comes to this cute doggies by blogging all about it. We owe it to them. Really! As I said in one of my older posts, the best way to show respect is to pronounce one’s name correctly—or in this case, its breed’s name.
dachshund — dak sund; däks-ˌhu̇nd DAHKS-hund
It is an Anglicized German word. According to Merriam-Webster, it comes from the German words: Dachs (pronounced as Daks) and Hund (pronounced as Hund, like gunned, stunned). Dachs means badger. Hund means dog.
Spread the word! If people look at you funny and you are not comfortable in being the object of such, just say Doxie!
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So the verdict’s out, at least from Valley Golf and Country Club. Delfin Dela Paz expelled, young Pangandamans banned, and Department of Agrarian Reform Secretary Nasser Pangandaman Sr. suspended for two years. Apparently, the management, after having conducted a thorough internal investigation found out that it was indeed Delfin Dela Paz who started the ruckus when he poked Nasser Jr. with his folded umbrella, one which was open when the heated argument started, by the way.
Ok, I’ve heard so many people side with the dela Pazes after having read Bambee dela Paz’s heartwrenching blog entry. Can’t blame them. Even Ms. Lea Salonga apologized for jumping to conclusions right away “in fanning the flames without objectivity and the open ear to hear all sides of the story.”
I don’t want to discount the possibility that there were some powerplay in the process of the investigation. There will be people who will think that way automatically. The people involved in the scuffle will also try to save face to their public.
With this, a multitude of lawsuits will fly from one side to the other. But I guess we can now leave it to the (i pray!) incorruptible justice system. We can probably refocus now on more important issues at hand, such as the RH bill, perhaps? Or the Cha-Cha?
Perhaps, the most important lesson here is that we should never be too quick to judge. Whatever the race, religion, sociopolitical and economic status, every person deserves his/her day in court.
Another thing to consider is the fact that blogging is very powerful. While we do have the freedom to express ourselves, it’s best to exercise caution when we talk about other people. It’s so easy to get heady in hitting those keys.
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The first time I caught a glimpse of the Colt45 ad, I did a double take. A woman in a two-piece swimsuit is admired by the guys in the beach but one of their friends say she would’ve looked better had she chosen different colors or something like that. And then his friends look at him funny and a big beer bottle lands on him from nowhere and I guess it’s safe to assume that he gets buried in the sand.
My niece, who saw my reaction and understood what I was thinking, told me there’s another one from Colt45, and that one was worse. Indeed!
Four (not sure if there’s 4 of them) men are watching a game on TV when one of the guys’ phone rings, he goes out to take it and says he missed whoever is calling in a cooing manner. And then the big beer bottle does its thing again.
Ok, let me think it over. Who the hell came up with the concept? Who, in this age of sexual revolution, gender sensitivity and call for equality, came up with an ad that makes people take a 360-degree turn? I know all about classical conditioning and the power of the media. It may sound frivolous but it’s very powerful. Reminds me so much of the Marlboro Man. You know how its subtle depiction of a man–a cowboy romanticized–has influenced the smoking habits of millions of people? I mean, it’s subtle but it’s there. You can’t miss it. And now this?
I have a close friend who is a kick-ass graphics guy. He knows magenta, teal, burgundy, mauve and those other colors in between. He can name them all better than I can. And he can be the worst critic in the land when it comes to hairstyles, clothes and makeup. I have news for you, he’s no softie. But does that mean he’s not acting the way real men should?
As a woman, I would always want a guy who can say he loves me any time and be all cheesy every now and then. I’m sure all women could relate to that “want”. I’m not one of those who like to torment their men by asking them to say i-love-yous over the phone loud enough for their friends and family to hear to test if they’re “proud” of the feeling or if they honestly love them. No, that’s overboard. That’s so juvenile.
Colt45, the beer, is strong. Well, for me, at least. It’s the kind of beer that you can drink a lot of when nothing else is on stock, on one of those drinking sessions with friends, and get a really bad hangover the morning after. I mean, I’m speaking for myself but I know quite a few who feel the same.
If it wants to sport a macho look, I get it. But they could’ve done something better. Why go this low?
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I wonder why people jump to conclusions far too quickly. I first read about the melee at a golf course in Antipolo that the Secretary of the Department of Agrarian Reform Nasser Pangandaman figured in from a tabloid. Yep, I read the tabloids because I like my news unsanitized. There’s something about this kind of journalism that pumps my blood. But that’s another story.
So, I read, well, more of scanned, the story. I wasn’t particularly interested in people fighting in some fancy place when there are lots of more interesting stories to read about, like Hayden Kho’s homemade porn story for one–err–well, yeah, and a lot more. Indeed the news about a DAR bigwig’s son who happens to be a mayor of a town in Mindanao accused of mauling someone in a clubhouse was a tad too distracting–not the kind of distraction that one would most likely appreciate on a holiday where everything is splashed with a frenzy of eating, catching up and lazing away.
Where was I? Oh, the messy golf fight. And I thought they only do those messy ones in clubs not entirely related to golf. Oh well. So, I scanned the story. And I figured, yeah, the Pangandamans did it. Why? They’re powerful. They had bodyguards. They had guns. They did it. They’re Muslims after all.
Then I see Mr. Delfin dela Paz sporting a seemingly rehearsed agonized look on TV every newsflash or two. I cringe. There’s something about this guy and with what he has been saying that simply don’t add up.
Then I see another glimpse of Sec. Pangandaman and his son. Glimpse. Because they didn’t really stay that long in front of the cameras. Something about them made me want to know the three sides of the story: that of the Dela Pazes, that of the Pangandamans, and the truth.
So I read Bambee dela Paz’s heartwrenching blog entry.
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 [sic]. 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.
Pretty telenovelaisc huh. It sounds very persuasive. So true. So real.
There’s something about too much drama that puts me off, really.
Now, the other side of the story. As the writer of the blog entry said,
I am posting the incident that happened at the south course of Valley Golf and Country Club that fateful day of December 26, 2008 between the families of Pangandaman and dela Paz. But this is not Delfin’s and his children’s side; I am retelling the details of the incident here on behalf of the Pangandamans.
Not a first-hand account. Not really reliable but it provided a significant piece of the puzzle.
Look, I’m guilty of jumping into conclusions because the Pangandamans are moneyed, in power and Muslims. I have always been quick to object when people tend to generalize Muslims as evil, bad and ill-mannered. I come from a place where they live peacefully as traders. In grade school, I was friends with kids who taught me languages that amused my parents at home. We may have drifted apart because we lost contact through the years but I have none in my memory lane that can support the idea that they are not good people. I have learned to respect those who are different from I am. But whether we admit it or not, we have been marred by society’s prejudice. And so every now and then, I unconsciously succumb to the same prejudiced thinking. I don’t want to justify it but we are not entirely blameworthy. The exploits of the Abu Sayyaf, the September 11 bombings in the US and all others are not really helping, are they? But trust me, it’s not something that I am proud of and every time I can, I try to work on it because deep inside me I know that they do not have the monopoly of being bad.
Having said that, I believe we have just judged the Pangandamans right away because of that. I’m sure no one would admit so. I would. I’m sure in one of those unguarded moments, most of us have either uttered or thought of something about them being guilty because they are Muslims. Because Muslims can be really fierce–as if non-Muslims don’t get ferocious and reckless in the heat of the moment as well.
I’m not saying that they are not guilty. But knowing that they have guns, small ones and big ones, and the fact that they practically outnumbered the dela Pazes, I can only surmise that the restraint that they summoned at that time is way beyond commendable. I mean, let’s face it. If they wanted to hurt the dela Pazes, they could have done more damage than what has been reported. And if they wanted to hurt the dela Pazes, why did Hussein, Nasser Pangandaman Sr.’s other son suffer serious injuries as well? They were obviously with their so-called goons. So why didn’t they let them do the dirty work? I was moved at the fact that he got involved in the scuffle when the older dela Paz poked his brother with an umbrella.
Come to think of it, the 14-year-old dela Paz hit Hussein with a driver. If it were in defense, it wouldn’t have fractured the latter’s hand. And this Bambee girl who has become an overnight sensation because of her tearjerker of a blog entry, didn’t she figure in the fight as well? Yeah, she defended her dad but how come they never asked the people around them for help? Or just pull her dad out with all her might? Or shield him with her own body? Come on, the normal first move for someone’s companion who has been allegedly mauled is to try to stop the fight, scream or even go between the assailant and the loved one. Something simply does not add up. And her story, albeit really poignant the first time you read it, has far too many holes in it.
I am annoyed at how the ages of the older dela Paz and his son are seemingly used to portray them as the underdog. A 14-year old kid with a good swing is not entirely incapable of doing any damage. We’ve heard of 8 year olds and 11 year olds who go on shooting frenzy and kill many of their friends in school in cold blood. I have 8 nephews and nieces. I know what kids younger than 14 can do. My mom’s 71. She still kicks my ass in a lot of things. My dad, at 74, in his paralyzed condition can still make me feel bad about a million and one things. And 5-10 years ago, he was still a “terror” in some ways.
But really, what did the golf course’s security people and management do? I’m sure they didn’t expect such a ruckus to ensue but hey, in this day and age, anything can happen, like wives in their housedresses who storm in with knives from the other side of the fence, for instance.
It’s so easy to say that the Pangandamans have the moral ascendancy because they are public figures. The same way we look disapprovingly at celebrities who do not smile at their fans after a long day of film shoot, or get annoyed at paparazzi. The same way we look disapprovingly at clergymen who show some weaker human sides. Just because they have certain labels and positions in public does not mean they have lost their humanity. Of course hurting other people is bad, whether one is a public figure or not. All I’m saying is, nobody’s perfect and as much as we want everybody to be close to perfection, there are certain reactions and stimuli that we simply can’t control all the time.
I want to know the truth. I may lean towards the Pangandamans now but I still want to know what really happened. And when the dust clears, I want to see the right thing done.
Yeah, I got hooked on this sappy melodrama as well. And no, it doesn’t really affect me directly. However, the idea that every now and then I jump into conclusions because of my own biases or whatnots bothers me a whole lot. It tells me of the kind of influence my surroundings has on me. And looking at it from a different angle, it really doesn’t look too nice.
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I always encourage my nephews and nieces and any kid that I get to talk to to read. I am pretty sure it’s the only sure route to a million and one destination. I have always been a voracious reader. There’s something about a book that makes me really happy. I’m talking about the good old book that feels really good to the hands. While I read electronic versions of Harry Potter and controversial pieces, there’s something really romantic about the hardcover books, or even the paperbacks. So where am I leading? Conspiracy theories that’s what. Reading far too many of them has somehow made me really cynical about life. Well, in some respects, I think it has also awakened the realist in me but let’s go back to conspiracy theories, assassinations, doubles, espionage, charades, staged events and whatchamacallits.
Still vague, huh?
Well, I’ve been following the Ces Drilon and company drama ever since it was just whispered in some small circles here and there. And with the media coverage that it’s been getting (hello! That’s Ces Drilon!), I couldn’t help but watch the events unfold. I must admit, I never really doubted its authenticity when it first rolled but I got really turned off by the unabashed politicking that squeezed the life out of the story. I was breathless when Angelo Valderama, the assistant camera guy, was released although I thought it was weird that they had to make people believe that it was him who was huddled in that car with the lady vice governor when it wasn’t him. The swagger of the two Isnajis was a major flipper. Their involvement, notwithstanding the fact that their proximity made it their game, really got me thinking about a lot of things. And then when Ces and Jimmy Encarnacion, her cameraman, were released with Jimmy wearing a Love ko Si Mayor pink shirt, I got all the more cut. Of all the shirts that he could have been made to borrow!
And now the rumor mills are at it again. People say it was a farce. That it was staged! Are we that low now?
And is Loren Legarda that big a negotiator for her to add the Drilon and Company kidnapping incident to her list of feats? Not to mention she did this last in the comforts of her office in Luzon? Well, she did have a few people down south to do the legwork for her. But still!
Look, I’m not pointing fingers at anybody. I’m sure you couldn’t fake grief. I feel for their families. Going through something like that is never a breeze. One thing’s for sure. Drilon said so herself. There’s something about the place where they were held captive that drives people to do what they do. The government really has to do something about it. On top of graft and corruption, rice crisis, inflation, gas madness and whatever the hell else.
Let this be a reminder to everyone of us. Nothing is worth risking our lives for. Nothing. And definitely nothing is worth risking other people’s lives for.
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