…so for this anti-Filipino post from a brainless, piece of shit who’s too fucked up that you can’t fuck her anymore, I really am loading my gun with all the curses I can muster. (Trust me, she’s getting all the hate messages on Tumblr). Since she expressed all her opinions in the wrong way, I think I am also licensed to talk shit about her posts.
Eto yung post niya:
The reason why the 1986 People Power Revolution was bloodless.
Answer, and then reblog.
Reason: Neglect of education. Expect more of that if there will be a cut (btw, i like to call it slash) in te budget for education. However, I think to avoid disappointment, we should all refrain from depending on the government (welfare and relief are bullshit). WE BECOME SLAVES OF THE GOVERNMENT WHEN WE ALWAYS DEPEND ON THEM. PASULONG!
Wearing that number and getting a little sleep the night before, I braved the challenge to run a five kilometer distance on the 19th of June. (It was the same day that the Mayan race celebrated Dr Jose P Rizal Day, and the whole world, Father’s Day).
The 10K run would have been a better challenge (something that would grant you bragging rights to your friends when you finish), but @thecoffeestick, jeffrey (who should really get a tumblr real soon) and I decided to leave that for the professionals (a.k.a. the only bunch that would be game for the longest run).
I never thought everyone would forget Filipino time (See also: Late commence). The plaza was actually looking like this:
when we arrived. The camera dude was there, the hosts were talking about the Millenium Development Goals, the runners were pinning their numbers (I pinned my number at the wrong side of my shirt). After that, we took out positions…
Before the race, we had to chose from eight colors. Each MDG had a corresponding color. I chose the second goal: ACHIEVE UNIVERSAL PRIMARY EDUCATION. My ribbon color was red. @thecoffeestick and jeffrey chose green for environment (I would have chosen green, too. The reason why I didn’t is still a mystery to me).
What I got from the Fun Run: 1) the fun that it promised; 2) a certificate that I finished; 3) a plastic that I asked for from a sari-sari store where I kept the camera and my cellphone because it was raining; 4) aching legs. This is not the last of it. I’m joining again next year!
I can’t really confirm that, I’m still working on it. INVESTIGATION MODE!