talk about good parenting...

i'll try to recall the lost entry (dated november 3)... haay... it's still not as good (vivid) as the original post... CURSES!

'twas just another typical november 1 until my 5-year-old naughty nephew got himself to trouble. a really big one...

he was playing with a girl that looks a year older than him. they were running after an RC moster truck controlled by the girl's father when he thew dirt on the poor girl's face. her dad snapped! he grabbed my nephew, bambam by his arm and dragged the defenseless kid to our tent. the irate guy shouted,

"kaninong anak tong *$^(&% bata na to?! tingnan nyo ginawa sa anak ko, pinakain ng lupa! &$*%*^"
my cousin (the sister of the boy's mom) answered back, "wala yung nanay nyan, ako tita. bakit?"

"bakla ba yang pamangkin mo? tingnan mo nga, pumapatol sa babae!"
"pagpasensyahan nyo na po. bata naman yan e."
"&(*^$%^!! anong bata? walang bata-bata. kita mo nga't umiiyak na anak ko!!"

(quickly approaching us is the girl's similarly furious mother)
"hindi nyo ba tinuturuan yang bata na yan?" the mother screamed with all the veins in her neck showing.
"hala, pagantihin mo yung anak natin"
"anak, sapakin mo yang baklang yan! sige, ako bahala sayo! gantihan mo!"

WHAT THE HECK?!?!

"teka naman, hayaan nyo na yan. bata lang naman e." a spectator said.
"(*%^($! bakit ba nakikialam pa kayo?" the father said carrying an aura similar to that of a war-monger.

"sige anak, banat!"

the crying girl didn't do anying. (whew!) if that girl lay her hands on bam, i myself will pounce to protect him.

"teka, namumukaan ko kayo a... tiga j. rizal kayo diba?" the mother said.
"oo bakit?"

"(grunts) kaya pala. hindi nyo ba alam na taong j. rizal din ako? kilala nyo si bobby?"
(a name of a notorious guy in our place)
"hindi"
"hmpf..."

knowing that nothing's gonna happen if they continue their verbal assault and keep on blabbing, they angrily left our tent.
peace at last!

i could still see the guy with his eyebrows meeting end to end as he told his older son to punch my nephew in place of his little sister.

THE NERVE!!

luckily, the fruit fell way-off the tree. the boy ran towards the opposite direction.

minutes later, i saw them packing their things. as they left the cemetery, i swear i saw the father looking towards our direction, eyebrows still together. haha! what an ass!

i took a peek at their gravemarker. i will forever remember their family name... (enter thunderbolt followed by a coyote's howl) they could have at least look at our niche's tombstone. if they did, i'm sure they wouldn't act that way. haaaay... i could imagine myself commanding our 30+ macho kargadors to hunt them down. LOL they messed with the wrong family.