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Filipina, Jeepney, Manila, Quiapo, Romance, Sex Scandal, Video Scandal
I wouldn’t want to create a blog that will offer readers a wayward culture of that was once a timid Filipina woman. I am a Filipina, and I am somewhat crazy. If being crazy affects your view of me, then I don’t care because I don’t like to waste time viewing the kind of person you are.
If being in love is being crazy, then being crazy feels so good. I have had enough of men cheating on women or men wooing women to bed then never calls her and texts her again. I hate men publishing scandals, those are done by wimpy men whose trophy is the woman who went to bed with him, these men are not winners, how can you be a winner when you have a victim.
I am fond of Manila. I will not leave Manila for money nor for first world, developed countries’ luxury. Its food, its wildness, happiness and faux pas makes it an interesting habitat for the raucous, happy person in me.
Then came love, which seems to be shut when I am in bed with a man and opens up when I am sober and hearing that melodramatic slow alternative rock. I am love, for I love my family, my friends, and I always smile at everyone, in the jeepney, at the vendors in Quiapo, the bartenders and flirts at Makati bars, the cashier and gift wrapping personnel at SM stores, at everyone.
A smile can light up somebody else’s day. And pick the fairest one who will smile back.