Welcome to the land of election related violence.
It was around 4 o'clock in the morning. I woke up to a large bang with the purr of a motor vehicle roaring away to the north. Our house was along the national highway. I was ready to shake it off as a big avocado that fell on the roof with a really loud thud. Rhys was fast asleep beside me. I thought my sister alongside Rhys didn't hear a thing.
So i sleep again.
Then came Homer, knocking at our door asking what it was and where mama was.
I and my sister quickly went out of the room to deliberate on what that sound was. Homer was positive that it was a gun shot, saying it was a small gun, probably a 9mm or .45cal.
My sister all along, contrary to what i thought, heard the sound and was processing what happened before Homer's knocking. She was not sure if someone threw a stone at us or if it was a fire cracker or a gun.
And so i and you as well, may have realized how unintelligent my earlier Avocado conclusion was. Mama received a hand written death threat written in short bond paper with permanent black ink placed in a short mailing envelope last week. She also received a subtle threat from a high ranking official we don't know of.
We decided to call my mom, who went out of the house at exactly 2 am, thank God so much. Then we called the police.
So i changed clothes without washing my face nor brushing my teeth and my sister complained on why i was wearing a tank top and short shorts all of a sudden. I said it was an emergency situation.
So two policemen came. They stopped in front of the gate and just stood there, looking so roused from a good night's sleep by a very paranoid caller. They asked what happened, so we described the gun shot. They didn't bother getting past the gate, by the way. After a few explanations, they told us 'We'll record it.' I walked towards the house when they started towards the police car when i noticed a small piece of glass near our front door.
I quickly told my sister to call them back. Then there it was, a broken window pane with a nice little hole on the steel frame evidently caused by a bullet. It was the window at the left side of the main door.
So the two policemen checked. We looked around for the slug or the shell, whatever. We didn't find any. My sister started sweeping the shards of glass on the floor and i asked her why. She was destroying evidence! She laughed and said she was asked to. The two policemen told us to look for the bullet when the sun's up before they went back to the station.
That morning we found another bullet mark on the wall next to the window on the other side of the house forming a right angle to where the broken window was. There was a bullet skid (?) mark on the glass. The chief of police with the same two policemen paid us another visit and we showed him the other bullet entry point. They stayed for a few minutes and we served them coffee and buttered toast.
We, er, they looked all morning for the bullet and we found nothing. My mom, was by then, calling every 20 or so minutes checking on us. A police escort was already with her and she was scared about what those crazy people might do next. She gave an ultimatum that by 3pm we should be out of Bauang already.
Well, too much for my excitement on the day i will vote for Mr. Sobrepena as Caba mayor, who lost, according to my aunt, by the way. We voted, visited my lola and went up here in Baguio.
Please do pray for my family, especially my mom who is in La Union.
At ang masasabi ko,
ANG MAGTRABAHO NANG MARANGAL, HINDI FOUL
KAYA HINDI DAPAT ITIGIL
ANG TAKUTIN ANG ISANG BIYUDANG 53 YEARS OLD NA, FOUL
YON ANG DAPAT ITIGIL.
KASI NAKAKAHIYA KAYO.
SANA ANG MANALO, YUNG KARAPAT DAPAT.
AT YUNG MGA TAONG AKALA MO KAIBIGAN
NA MAKITID PALA ANG UTAK AT NAMPAPAHAMAK PA SA YO,
May 15, 2007
Welcome to the land of election related violence.
May 11, 2007
Okay hindi ito Java or C program na una kong natutunan sa DISCS sa Ateneo.
Antagaaal ko nang hindi nagsulat, antagal hindi nagbasa ng kaso at komentaryo, antagal hindi nagagagawa ang aking araw araw na paglalakad, antagal nang hindi tumataas sa isang libo ang perang hawak ko na masasabi kong akin.
Pero masaya ako. Binabasa ko yung 'Your Best Life Now' sa orihinal na bersiyon. Iniisip at iniintindi ko rin ang iba't ibang estilo ng pangangampanya ng mga politiko. At idol ko si Abe Purugganan para Congressman sa La Union. Napaka epektibo kasi kahit nakabibingi minsan ang kanyang kantang hango sa temang kanta ng Palibhasa Lalake. Pati pamangkin ko e biglaang kinakanta kanta ito kung naaalala niya. Pati yung komunikasyon niya ng kanyang plataporma at kwalipikasyon (haay) e nasa komiks. Naaalala ko pa yung banda na parang ganito.
'O, bakit kailangan mo pang mag aral ng Masters?'
'A, tinatapos ko lang naman ang MBA ko sa Ateneo de Manila, etc...'
Pati ang pagkadakip sa kanya noon dahil sa pagsapi sa mga kudeta noong bandang 1989 e isinama niya. Nakalagay sa komiks yung headline noon ng inquirer. Oo nga naman di ba. Kaya imbes na negatibo sana e pinagmamalaki niya ang pakikipaglaban nila noon para sa pagbabago.
At gusto ko rin si Russel Sobrepena para maging Mayor sa amin. Kasi naging undersecretary siya ng Department of Tourism noon, maraming koneksiyon at kung anu ano pa. At sana naman maging instrumento siya para makahikayat ng kapital para sa Caba. Kahit na siguro totoo yung sinabi ng kaibigan ko na nag a alcohol siya basta nakikipagkamay at kahit hindi marunong ng Ilocano.
Last weekend, i 'toured' Lem here in Baguio. My ate and Homer were laughing and kinda worried how i would manage to, since i always get lost in this city. Haha. Well, at least i knew where the public market was when he wanted to buy some vegetables. Although i took the longer cut and blurted out he was brat in front of the vendor, haha.
And i started getting anxious when he told me he read the codal on Evidence already. I promised myself i'd do that after the elections.
Enjoy muna no. Yeah, yaya muna. At least malamig dito sa Baguio.
Posted by gonewiththewave at 2:47 PM