Personalan ang debate rine!
I was watching on late-night TV the ‘debate’ between the two mayoral candidates here in Quezon City, Sonny Belmonte and Mel Mathay. Belmonte is the incumbent mayor, who was only elected last 2001. He claims that under his administration, QC was turned from being a bankrupt city to a city with a billion peso worth of surplus in revenue. Mel Mathay was a former mayor, who sat at the chief seat at city hall for nine consecutive years. Well, he didn’t deny that the city was bankrupt under his administration, but he claims that he has done a lot more others for the people.

AHAHAH! It was HILARIOUS!! Both mayoral candidates were shouting at each other in their arguments amidst the riot of a cheering their supporters were making. It was entertaining, really! Every whip by each candidate was cheered on by their own mobs, even before they finished their statements. It’s silly and annoying. Do they even think of what their candidates were saying? I don’t think so!
I was particularly annoyed with how Mel Mathay and his supporters were arguing. It was very typical of statements of support between traditional politician-provider and ignorant constituent-receiver. Ang sarap pagbabatukan! Arnel Ignacio (entertainer): Si Mel Mathay lang ang tumulong sa pagpapalibing ng mahihirap! Ara Mina (actress): Si Lolo Mel lang ang may puso para sa maralita!
In any case, former mayor Mel Mathay didn’t even answer directly the accusations by incumbent mayor Belmonte based on facts and figures.
It’s sad too. The debate itself was not a debate, it was a popularity contest with celebrities and entertainers supporting their own bets. Supporters cheered every word their candidate spoke, whatever the candidate said. It was more of, whose statement sounded better (or LOUDER), or which candidate helped them (financially) the most. It’s depressing! Such is a part of traditional politics in the Philippines. It’s a riot.
I went with my mom to her physical therapy yesterday afternoon at the Heart Center. The rehabiitation center there has this track oval where all sorts of patients walk and use to… rehabilitate themselves. While my mom was doing her walk around the oval, there was this group of heart-operated patients doing some exercises in the middle of the oval. The exercise music they were using was really creepy. It sounded happy, sure. But a lot of horror movies use happy music to creep the hell out of audiences. The patients were like dancing to some computer game-like music with their limp limbs. The music even has a short part imitating the rhythm of the heart… slowly dying. Thug… thug thug… thug…thug…*silence* Creepy!! Yeah, I’m just weird I guess.
Last Sunday, my mom asked me to prepare mango graham freeze again, this time with my brother. It was… okay but it wasn’t too good. There was too much cream compared to the sweetened condensed milk. But still there was too little cream to make the thing soggy enough. There was too much grahams too. As a result, it tasted like ice cream with graham crackers (and mango). Oh, and we made a mistake by letting it stay overnight in the freezer. Hurts my teeth!
I followed instructions from the recipe (by myself) except that I did two layers. Crackers, mangoes, cream mix, crackers, mangoes, cream mix with crushed grahams. Oh, and I used two packs of all-purpose cream (instead of one), so it’d be extra creamy. Wasn’t too hard. Nothing to be proud of. I got most tired with beating the cream with the mechanical whisk.
