I’m gonna dedicate this post to the cesspit of the third world I call home, aka the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives. God knows the last time I offered my services to the community but here goes.
#1 – What’s up with the Philippine Postal System? My ever so fabulous best friend/silent right hand Miss Eunice, sent another batch of 100 "I *heart* Bryanboy" sticker packets to people all over the world earlier this afternoon and the damn counter bitch at the Alabang Post Office didn’t issue a receipt! This is the 2nd time it happened. Fuck me bad once, shame on you, fuck me bad twice shame on the government!
According to Miss Eunice, she gave all the envelopes to the counter bitch, who then weighed each and every one of them before letting it pass through the franking machine. The postal lady gave Miss Eunice a total figure, which she obviously paid.
Anyway, I specifically told Eunice to ASK FOR A RECEIPT this time because she didn’t get one the last time. I know postage costs vary depending on the destination and the weight of each envelope. I have absolutely NO idea how the receipt system works at Post Office but I know in the USA, everything is computerized and you get a receipt with EACH item listed, destinations, amounts and all.
When the lady gave Miss Eunice her change, Eunice asked the counter bitch for a receipt. The lady then told her "we don’t issue receipts."
WHAT THE FUCK?
I am so going to the Post Office sometime this week and I’ll PERSONALLY mail more sticker packets. I’m gonna put on a bitch fit and take a shitload of pictures and I’ll shame them all to the rest of the world if they don’t give me an ITEMISED receipt.
This is absolutely ridiculous. And to think, we don’t even get to see the amount printed by the franking machine on the envelope. Who the hell knows if we’re getting charged more than we should have or where our money goes? How do I even know if my envelopes are gonna be delivered?
I’m paying a shitload of money on postage and I don’t even get a teeny, tiny piece of paper?
GOTTA LOVE THE THIRD WORLD. THIS COUNTRY IS SOOO FUCKING PRIMITIVE.
#2 – I was about to go to sleep earlier this morning when an acquaintance (who I haven’t talked to in ages) sent me a text message telling me to read an articl online. I told myself I’ll do it as soon as I get up.
Seven hours of sleep later, I went to the Philippine Daily Inquirer‘s website (which is the top broadsheet in the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives) to read the article entitled "Don we now our gay apparel" by Isagani Cruz. That piece got published last Saturday. Like what I said many, many times before, I barely have the time to take care of myself let alone read newspapers.
I read and re-read his piece several times and I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not this man is serious. I even made the effort to read some of his previous articles to figure out his writing style. These days, it’s easy to trash something/someone/whatever and then say "don’t take me seriously. I was just being sarcastic/tongue-in-cheek/whatever." Case in point: ME!
I shared the article to some of my HETEROSEXUAL friends and asked what THEY thought of the article. I wanted to hear what they have to say before I fully make a judgment. I wanted to think this old man is just being sarcastic, but for some strange reason, I’m convinced that he’s for real.
A Brit even told me, "this guy must be well be in his 80s if he was at school in the 30s and obviously has no idea of what he is talking about, using one cliche after the other, not to mention his barely hidden insults."
If that’s the case, I demand a first-class invitation printed on Mrs. John L. Strong stationery to this bigot’s funeral reception. I’ll show up in vintage Alaia, Vivier shoes and fabulous Revillon furs and lay a wreath made out of the finest pink carnations on this guy’s tombstone. Let us bury this already rotting corpse of a human being and fumigate his remains so they don’t infest the environment with harmful, homophobic carcinogens. Times are definitely changing and there shouldn’t be space for dilapidated bigots…
Good luck to me though because you know what they say… bad grass NEVER die so expect him to be around for a long… very long time.
Oh I really don’t know what to say.
I say live and let live. Never in the history of mankind that people have more freedom to do what they want and be what they are. If anything, NOW is the right time to celebrate one’s individuality and character, without the fear of being ostracised by conservative bigoted twats with George W. Bush centerfolds in their closets.
So what if freedom complicated certain boundaries? People should NEVER be bogged down to conform to a predefined personality or sexuality. Human beings are complex… intricate and fascinating. Modern society demands a reformation of classic beliefs that are misfits to today’s more sensible ideas and perceptions. Other people are other people. They have personal autonomy, the right to choose their life and what they want to do with it, so let them be if they are not harmful to you.
Enough bollocking from me. I don’t even know if I’m making any sense. Isagani is a well-educated man with nice education and a shitload of experience. Maybe his article was written in jest? What do I know in the first place?
Shit, I have this feeling I’m gonna get flamed big time for publicly sharing what I feel but what the hell.
[LATEST EDIT: 08/15/06 8:13PM- OH MY GOD, I’VE BEEN TOLD ISAGANI. A. CRUZ IS A RETIRED SUPREME COURT JUSTICE. I AM SOOOOO GONNA GO TO HELL FOR THIS. IF YOU DON’T SEE ANY UPDATES FROM ME ASSUME SOMETHING WENT WRONG AND I WENT TO JAIL. I’M SOOOO SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!]
On that profound note, all I have left to say is… everyday is a fashion show…
… and hating me won’t make you look pretty.
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PPSS. Bryanboy loves cute Canadian babies. I hope to have an infant of my own someday. I’ll dress them up in Gucci, Pucci, even Lalucci, and we’ll stroll around parks and flirt with all those cute male dogwalkers. You know how gay men use their dogs to meet other guys in the parks? Well, I want to use babies!!!
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