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| she has nothing to do with this, i just find her attractive. lol |
Isn’t it how funny how we Filipinos
love to be Posh and be so maarte, yet we’re all walking round-and-round,
endlessly, in this slum crated by those filthy politicians and demi-gods. We
try so hard to act like somewhat cool or a high-class vagrants and vagabonds.
We pretend so much that we forgot that we are descendants of Negroes and not
from Mark Anthony nor from any Alexander the Great to be that noble as we
pretend to be. You see, this mentality is a cancer in our society that kills us
silently. It eats up our souls and pride that we crave for it too much, I mean,
we came from an ancestors of barefooted dim witted mongoliods, yet were so ARTE
to walk even a short distance, our roots are from some barbaric morons that has
been cast out from other nearby island, still, we act like phoneys at heart, the
reason, cause were so high-class squatters and someone might see us and it’s a
humiliating scene. They might think that were POOR, indigent as one may say,
and this thoughts bother us so much that no matter what, we will try are best
to be, sophisticated as we can be. It sickens me to think, that this mentality
has engulf our personalities and we care none too polish this great err of
ours. Slowly, we Filipinos lean towards an idealism of an arse kisser whom we
all hate deep inside.
Try walking on our street, choose
the time, and you’ll get dazed due to the thick horde of street vendors and
paupers. No one cares anymore on the silent art of walk and conversation. We
are mentally focused on our cell phones that we have neglected the essence of
our friends presence in this little journey called going home.
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| kasya pa lima! |
Have you ever rode a PUJ or A PUB where a fucking-aristocrat is
present, this are those great-human-being that doesn’t care for others, they
wouldn’t even give you a snip when you say “paabot po ng bayad”, cause your money
is so dirty that it sickens them to get a touch of it. Sorry for you and your
fare, you’re being degraded right before your eyes. Isn’t this scene a bitch? I
mean, grow up puny-gods, It’s a PUBLIC-UTILITY-VEHICLE, not a private car that
you owned to snub other heed to pass their fare towards manong driver. Or
maybe, rent your own taxi, assholes.
Try going to Lucban, Quezon, and order
a pancit-habhab, let’s see how you will dig the food. And for starters out
there, pancit-habhab is a noodle food that is intended to be eaten
barbarically. No chopstic or fork, just you, the noodles and you mouth.
I don’t how things are done in the
big city, but here in the rural, everything must be done with a posh. I’m in a
town where past Filipinos “those that have forgotten that they are pinoys due
to leaving in other countries for too long”, loves to tell how well those
countries that they had been. They will relentlessly assault our country with
words of onslaught just to tell you that they have great dough’s in their
pockets I’m in a town where puny-gods uses fork on a sandwich and loves to
complain on how hot this country is. I’m in a province that has many tourist
attractions that I haven’t been to, the reason; it’s only for the demi-gods who
can afford the price. I’m in a country where public-officials are lavishly
seated in an air-conditioned room, where on the other hand, the tax-payers,
wait-in-line for hours with a sweated armpit, isn’t fun?
As I said in my past blogs, one of
the major causes of our traffic jams is due to those “filipinos-feeling-demi-gods”
that hates to walk even a small pace. They hate it so much that they will do
anything to not get off from their respective rides in the right unloading
zone, to hell with this attitude of ours, not to mention our “katamaran and
kabalasubasan” you see, we have perfected the art called “ late” that all
around the world it has been altered to Filipino time.
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| poverty? nope, photography. |
Ahh, Filipino time, I’d been foul of
this one to many. This mentality goes
back to Spaniard colonialism days were members of the upper class loves to be
late on gatherings to be somewhat special, and here we are, 100yrs after, we
are being eaten alive by this stupid arrogance of our fore-fathers. Insolent
fools. Maybe you can do this if your one of those puny demi-gods of the
country, unless your surname is Ayala, Sy, Zobel or Tan, you don’t have the
right to act like you’re somewhat special, and seriously, I think no one should
act to be one.
More than being a “tamad-at-heart”,
we pretentiously love to be a classy third-world-country. I mean, what the heck
man, where no Italy or Australia nor any civilized country for us to raise our
head so much. This country produces world-class delusional and pretenders that
they hate this country more than their stinking selves.
After years of riding vehicles, fog
eyes and dreams due to immense smoke produce by this four-wheeled-monsters, the
government of Europe comes to a decision to lessen all gasoline means
transportation in their country and campaign what us, human have forgotten due
to years of laziness, walking. From highways and big roads for vehicles, they
slowly rehabilitate this to walk-ways were pedestrians can walk-and talk long
hours without being hassled by vigorous drivers of larger vehicles. They tear
down old buildings so they could put up flea markets for passer-by, it was a
drastic move, but it paid really well. Slowly, the old busy streets, are gone,
no more foggy eyes, and noisy roads due to drivers honking their horns
relentlessly to avoid the traffic jams.
Few days ago, me and a fellow
workmate was talking about our bike, I told him that, having a bike is a
disease that robs our pocket diligently. On what ground, he says. I told him
this, “at first all you do is walk around, then you’ll see a person on a bike,
you tried so hard to have one, and now you have your own, but contentment is a
word that would never exist for the like of us, tell me, don’t you get envious
when you see other bike that are much more powerful than yours? Bike that stand
among the rest?” end of our small talk, I made a point; he knows that I’m
right.
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| contentment. |
Dream is for everyone, even paupers
have one, but believe me, envy and contentment are words that contrast with
each other. They will forever live worlds apart, yet they will always light the
imaginations in our hearts to dream. We Filipinos will continue to dream to be
somewhat peer-of-the-eye. It’s a trend that we go gaga from time-to-time. How
long must we dwell in this chaotic dream of false aristocracy, how long must we
live in this world of pretentious bitches that loves to gracefully stoop down
on us? grow up Philippines, we’re a third world country, nothing more, nothing
less.
