I love it. So many are so convinced
that they've figured out my personality. And they do it so
meticulously...with a complete profile comparing me to various
individuals of historical precedence and even what I'm going to
think tomorrow! The truth is, sometimes I don't even know
what I'm saying. I'm a woman and it's called mood swings.
When I write things, I often come back and say, "Huh?!? What
the hell was I thinking when I said that?"
Sometimes I say things that obviously doesn't apply to everyone
and I wish to take back since it offends a few people. But
blogging integrity insists that they stay as they are. And
so they do. Over time, those individuals will come
back...and they will read what I wrote again...and it will haunt
them. Later they will write to me again stating that they
wanted to apologize for trying to stop me from expressing myself.
As I've always said, I'm not here to make friends. I'm here
to speak the truth to the best of my ability. I don't expect
everyone to love me. In fact, I expect most closed minded
individuals to hate me and wish to shut me down or up...whatever
the case may be. Luckily, most people who disagree do so
graciously, accepting the fact that opinions may vary, and don't
necessarily affect the molding of an opinion against someone.
Politics are politics. I hate the fact that Filipinas have
to work as GRO's to pay for their parents' 12 kids in the
provinces. Keep it in your pants pare and give your
daughter a chance.. I hate the fact that there's a
guy sitting outside of the brand-spankin'-new 1322 high-rise in
shorts with 3 pesos in his hand and 5 teeth in his mouth who can't
even get a job sweeping the sidewalk since the guards will hit him
with a billy-club if he approaches a convenience store.
That's life here. For all of you people who think that
socialist programs can solve the problems in this country, you can
all kiss my ass. Taxes support socialism, and only the
success of capitalism can generate your taxes. If the amount
of taxes only cover the interest on our debts, where will we get
the money to pay for our programs? If our taxes are too
high, how will we attract foreign investors? You all can
have your opposing political viewpoints, but until you get your
Dorito-stuffed-fat-1st-world-ass off of your computer chair and
set foot onto my cock-roach infested soil and "WALK THE WALK"
for more than 2 weeks instead of touring the city and chasing bar
girls, I don't want to hear your mouth. Shut your hole
before I stick my foot into it. I'm small but I'm
strong...don't try me tubby.
I can count my friends on one hand and I
prefer to keep it that way. Don't think that you all can
save the world while playing arm-chair politician and don't think
that I'll bow down and kiss your ass "over coffee" (I prefer beer)
just to hear your silly scheme for whatever you have in mind.
I don't need you as a friend or a sponsor. Save it
for the provincial sucker-girls who chase your Dollars. I'm
not your powder-puff Filipina cheerleader who will rah-rah your
every attempt to show me what you bought on credit.
Broke bastard. The bank owns you....you own
nothing. That's the only thing that separates the 1st
world from the 3rd world...your good credit. Keep
that in mind next time you try to impress us Filipinas from the
city...we're on to you.
May 14th, 2005
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