Open Letter to anyone guilty (Warning! Too much ranting!) (2.25.10)
Dear (Despicable) You, You know what? I hate you. Well, not exactly you. I hate what you just did. You are pathetic. Smiling with that 5 inch thick makeup of yours and that curly hair. How dare you laugh. Have you forgotten that a minute ago you overtly thrown that frappe of yours on the pavement? And you, yes you seatmate. Don't you have a pocket? Or why not in that backpack of yours? Why can't you put that bus ticket of yours there and not on the slits of the seat or windows? What, too heavy for you? Look at you. That huge bulk of yours and can't even keep a piece of paper on your pocket. Oh stop. Whining why is there a line here in the Ayala footbridge. So you think it's much more civilized we all huddle there and see who gets first? I pity you and your friends. You and your bright ideas. If all of you can't understand something as elementary as that why don't you just all repeat school?! Or even just ask your mom for Pete's sake. No you don't....