Election-related sickness
These are not-well-taken-shots-but-hey of the Harry Potter refrigerator magnets we brought last Friday night. They’re 10 and all, and the first set features magical objects like a Golden Snitch and the Hogwarts Train at Platform nine and three quarters. The second set is of the Hogwarts Houses - Griffyndor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
They all cost of P180 at the Mirriam and Webster Bookstore at that small mall in Tandang Sora where there’s also a Yellow Cab restaurant (yeah, yeah, we ate a pizza a day after I had a major tooth extraction. Big tooth. The words ‘gum separator’ still gives me the willies; but I had a craving and chewed on the left side).
Anyways,to those who are interested in getting the same magnets, I think there are at least 20 more boxes of them in the store.
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Countdown to HP7 - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. Kim scored a soft copy (most likely an illegal release) of the book and started reading it. Being as excitable as a child with a new toy, he kept gasping and exclaiming after every two pages and blurting out new discoveries. It was all I could do to keep from bludgeoning him. He also scrolled to the very last chapter (!!!) and told me that
Wait, nevermind. Not fair to tell you guys that the characters who died were
Hahahaha!
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I’m almost done with the new CenPeg book ‘Oligarchic Politics’ and its a most interesting read. Made my blood pressure shoot up besides helping me gain a more history-based understanding of how the party-system in the Philippines works (it doesn’t; the Boy Scouts are better- at least they believe in some worthy principles…)
Will write a longer review next time as am rushing this.
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I am, like, so disgusted with mainstream politics. I feel so middle-class right now - angry and fed up with all the lies and the fraud and the violence that accompanied the May 2007 elections. Every election year it gets like this, ever since the democratic mass movement could involved in the party-list system and the polls. Grrrr. Before (pre-Bayan Muna in 2001), elections would be just another glitch in my awareness and I would wait out the results while tsk-tsk-tsking over all the reports of election related violence and the fraud. Now it’s a totally different set of experiences because we are direct victims of fraud.
Not that I’m surprised or anything. I’m not. I expected it. But hell if I’m not pissed off all the same.
It’s a little funny how angry the foreign observers are over what they witnessed during their fact-finding mission and observance of the electoral process in the various regions. They were all sputtering with indignation and shock at what they saw: AFP troops practically sitting on the ballot boxes; poll volunteers of Team Unity candidates and contenders for local posts giving out money; soldiers campaigning for butcher Jovito Palparan’s Bantay party-list.
Parang hindi nila matanggap ang mga nakita nila.
"And the government calls this a democratic exercise?!"
I haven’t been feeling well this last week. There’s a sharp pain in my left arm near my elbow that isn’t going away. There’s no bruise, no swelling, no visible signs of damage or disease. Kim says it’s most likely psychosomatic. The stress choosing weak parts of my body to express itself.
Election-related sickness. Nakakainis.
