Of Psychos And Sluts

 

Words are dying to spill out of my mouth. I want to be blunt. I want to be heard. But I can't without being a bitch, a monster; without going to be the melodrama antagonist, the action villain. And of course, everybody's going to hate me for being insensitive and inconsiderate; for scarring people's feelings. So I'm keeping mum. But I have my blog. And the truth will always hurt.

A certain Sicko told me that he changed his profile picture (into a white male whom he Googled) in FB because he and Teaser are going to make the latter's white FB pals jealous. Okay. I smell desperation. And isn't that what you call KSP? The mere fact that some of Teaser's white egocentric male friends would call her a type of monkey and still continue being friends with them is just downright pathetic. I mean, what did they even do for you? You don't need them. You don't even friggin' know most of them!

I remember a research I once had about mail-order brides. Their lives, fate, and stories were all heartbreaking. Emotions of pity and anxiety would overpower anyone. They had no other options. No freedom of choice. And after hearing some of Teaser's stories, I was kind of concerned that she might be one. Well, she isn't. She only developed an inclination towards Caucasians. More of a fetish, I guess. And that is obviously her choice. A really eccentric choice.

The truth is, if you're seen with a white guy, it's either you're a slut or some kind of slut. Prejudices are always prevalent no matter how decent or tacky you are. And it doesn't hurt to care. It doesn't hurt to know what people might actually think. It doesn't hurt to be attentive to your surroundings. It doesn't hurt to have a little life outside the Internet. It doesn't hurt to listen and be vigilant. It doesn't hurt to be a little conservative. It doesn't hurt to not flirt all the time. It doesn't hurt to have a little pride. It doesn't hurt to be less apathetic. Above all, it doesn't hurt to do something about it. It doesn't fucking hurt!

So Sicko asked me why can't I be supportive of a friend. Plain and simple: I don't conform to the idea, period. I don't want to be happy for someone who's happiness is based on the wrong reasons. I don't support a person who gives herself to someone whom she barely even knew. I dislike tackiness. It's not even funny to be called a monkey. It's degrading. And until Teaser decides to live in the real world and not in cyberlandia, I'll never be a fan. I doubt if I ever will be.

As for Sicko, I think you're such a waste. You're clever but you're crazy. You and Teaser's weird interests can drive people nuts. And just because I don't agree with your views doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'm entitled to mine, and if you can't accept or realize that then you're the stupid one.

As for Teaser, I don't know if I should even feel sorry for you. Maybe you'll have your yacht someday. Maybe.

There I've said it.

 

Random 25

 

I decided to join the bandwagon since Facebook is full of this crap, but I opted to post it here instead. For the simple reasons of reviving my dormant blog posts and the effortless task of not tagging anyone to read it. So, here are the 25 random things about me:

1. People's first impressions of me are always mataray, suplada, maldita, unapproachable, and intimidating. Always.

2. I don't eat street food, and no one can make me.

3. I'm not a very sociable person. In fact, I hate socializing. I think it's pure plastikan.

4. I had a nanny up until I graduated from high school.

5. I'm a food junkie at heart. No doubt about it.

6. I'm pessimistic, and I worry too much.

7. Like some other gifted people, I'm also a leftie. But I'm not gifted.

8. I'm Christian but my actions aren't, so help me God.

9. I tried smoking pot.

10. I'm no smoker. Drinker, yes.

11. I only learned how to seriously drink two years ago; from soda-like alcopops to homemade punches to fancy cocktails to strong beers to hard liquor.

12. I'm an impulsive shopper.

13. My mom and I are BFFs. We have extreme fights, as bad as one can imagine, but I still love her to death.

14. I like traveling but the idea of packing and unpacking hinders me.

15. I wish I could travel Europe before I die.

16. I hope I could spend New Year's Eve/New Year's Day at Times Square in New York City someday.

17. I love dogs. Their unconditional love is unparalleled.

18. I quite have a long patience, so it would be suicidal for anyone to even blow it.

19. Red is my favorite color.

20. Most people take me for granted. It's either I'm kind or just stupid. Or maybe they're just ungratefully opportunistic.

21. It turns me off when people write in an SMS or artsy-fartsy (big and small caps combined) manner. Not only is it hard to read, it's also irritating.

22. My dream cars are a Mini Cooper, a new Volkswagon Beetle, and a convertible Mercedes Benz, all in fiery red.

23. I tend to joke with sarcasm. I prefer subtle attacks.

24. I still want to be a social worker and a zoo keeper.

25. I want to have fuckloads of money so I can buy whatever I want and go wherever I wish.