because english is not language enough for my pissed off state

Andale

Ako naman eh may preno pa-minsan minsan, no. Minsan naman eh kahit pikon na pikon na pikon na ako nagagawa ko parin mag-pigil. But no.

Abusado talaga.

Tama bang tignan ang boyfriend ko na parang balak mo pang insultuhin? Tama bang hiritan sya na parang ka-pantay mo sya?

Excuse me. Baka gusto mong i-lugar ang yabang mo. Baka nakakalimutan mo kung sino ang kasama ng niyayabangan mo.

You are not now, nor have you ever been, and I highly doubt you ever in your miserable lifetime will be, my boyfriend’s equal.

You equate coolness with shades on top of your head pa-metro cool-dude swaggering while bumming cigarettes from people who can afford to buy cigarettes and bumming food from people who actually pay for their food. The not having cash on hand thing worked for JFK Jr.. It doesn’t work for you. As far as the people you were bumming shit from are concerned, you were just this loser who thought (actually from what I saw still thinks) he was the coolest dude ever to walk the halls of Malcolm.

I don’t care how many cigarettes you bum off of people. I don’t care how many pizza slices you never paid for you can stuff down your throat.

I do care that apparently your arrogance extends to trying to put my boyfriend and other people down to feel better about yourself.

Please lang. Do you have any idea how in comparison to you Jones is a freakin’ god? Hindi nya kailangan mang-impress ng tao. He has accomplished in his life what I doubt you could ever hope to accomplish, even if you lived a hundred more miserable years.

Eh ano ngayon kung hindi sya kasing tangkad mo? Eh ano ngayon if di sya ma-porma? Excuse me lang. Hindi na nya kailangan.

He manages to be a bigger and better human being than you are, just by existing. And I love everything about him.

At hindi ko kailangan ng ma-porma o matangkad. Lalong lalo na na hindi ko kailangan ng mga trying hard na wala naman.

At habang andun na tayo sa usapan ng trying hard. Pwede ba. “You got yourself a Raymundo sister!” ?!?!?!?!?

Hoy, chong. Hindi kami mahilig sa ubod nga ng gwapo, ubod nga ng porma, ubod nga ng whatever, eh bobo naman (at please lang. you are not at all as hot as you think you are.). Minsan minsan eh nagkakamali kami no, sa pagpili ng kaibigan o ng boyfriend. Pero hindi naman un dahil superficial ang hanap namin.

May reasonable requirement naman ng coherency and intelligence and wit no.
And my boyfriend more than satisfies those requirements. Eh ikaw?

Can you say in all honesty that you will ever manage to get over your over-inflated self long enough to look at yourself and see the loser that people see when they look at you?

Ang yabang yabang mo. Wow pare. Buti sana if may right ka. Eh wala ka naman. Kung nagkasabay siguro tayo ng high school ikaw ung tipong person na pinagtatawanan namin. Ikaw ung guy na nakaupo lang sa tabi umiiyak sa mommy nya kasi wawa naman sya at supot sya.

And you were actually threatening me na pagbubuhatan mo ko ng kamay? Manly man much? I’d like to see you try it, bitch. You forget that I don’t need anyone to defend me.

I’d knee you in the balls if I could actually find them. If you actually had them.

Napagsabihan ako na wag ka patulan. And maybe I did descend to your level ng humirit na ko. Pero like I told Jones, I’m not one to allow idiots to puff themselves up at my expense. Or the expense of someone I love.

My boyfriend is a better person than I am. He certainly won’t exert any effort to let you know how much of a loser he thinks you are. But, warning lang. I am not like him. Sa susunod na humirit ka about him, or about me, na hindi ko magustuhan, malalaman mo exactly why I’m “a Raymundo sister.”


They don’t call me a bitch for nothing.