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I'm starting to develop a complex...
Posted by The Red Devil
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Thursday, July 23, 2009
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Death upon me,
Funny,
Jaded and broken,
my insecurities
I've changed my name on Facebook. For those of you who can't keep up with my status changes (Yes, Del...I can hear you saying that I change it every hour...) the reason for such a change is that I've gotten to my tipping point when it comes to explaining to people - strangers, if you may, that I am indeed a woman. A REAL woman and not a "woman".
As I have stated previously, I sometimes love my name in all its masculinity but there are times that it just pisses the hell out of me that it makes me want to physically maim someone and render them incapable of even lifting a finger to scratch their own nose.
It also doesn't help that I am not endowed with breasts that are bigger than a cup A.
However, here's the clincher: I finish taping today and went over to Del's place for a little de-stressing activity. Going back, I took a cab to which the driver immediately says "Saan po tayo, bossing?" (Where to, bossing? Bossing is usually used as an urban lingo counterpart of "sir") I ignore that comment and tell him where I wanted to go. About 20 minutes later, he says "Tramo po ba tayo or Mia Road, chief?" (Do we take Mia Road or Tramo, chief? Again, chief is usually used for men) I tell him to take Mia road. About another 10 minutes pass and he goes "Lalampas po ba tayo ng Zapote, sir?" (Do we go beyond Zapote, sir?)
It was at that point that I looked at the rear view mirror just to check how I look like to him. I saw that I still had the same clothes as I had when I left Del's place: A green halter top, make up, dangling green sparkly earrings and jeans. I'm pretty sure I didn't look like a man. Then it dawned on me...the fucking driver probably thought I was a tranny! I was ready to give him a piece of my mind and a few choice words when I again realized that he was running through every pot hole and speed bump on the way like they were put there as an after thought. Either the driver was suffering from night blindness or he's just doing that on purpose because he's a freaking homophobic bat. Either way, he was grating on my nerves and he was starting to rearrange my internal organs. I started giving him a terse reminder if there was a speed bump or a pothole. "Speed Bump" I'd say, or "Butas" (Pot hole. I swear I was close to changing the word pot into another three letter word)
Oh, but the killer was when I finally got home. I finally paid the dude and was more than ecstatic to leave his vehicle when he said "Salamat, Kuya!" (Thank you, older brother!) The fucker was probably 14 years older than me!
I'm seriously starting to develop a complex here...
If you'll excuse me, I'll just cry myself to sleep while you laugh at my expense...
As I have stated previously, I sometimes love my name in all its masculinity but there are times that it just pisses the hell out of me that it makes me want to physically maim someone and render them incapable of even lifting a finger to scratch their own nose.
It also doesn't help that I am not endowed with breasts that are bigger than a cup A.
However, here's the clincher: I finish taping today and went over to Del's place for a little de-stressing activity. Going back, I took a cab to which the driver immediately says "Saan po tayo, bossing?" (Where to, bossing? Bossing is usually used as an urban lingo counterpart of "sir") I ignore that comment and tell him where I wanted to go. About 20 minutes later, he says "Tramo po ba tayo or Mia Road, chief?" (Do we take Mia Road or Tramo, chief? Again, chief is usually used for men) I tell him to take Mia road. About another 10 minutes pass and he goes "Lalampas po ba tayo ng Zapote, sir?" (Do we go beyond Zapote, sir?)
It was at that point that I looked at the rear view mirror just to check how I look like to him. I saw that I still had the same clothes as I had when I left Del's place: A green halter top, make up, dangling green sparkly earrings and jeans. I'm pretty sure I didn't look like a man. Then it dawned on me...the fucking driver probably thought I was a tranny! I was ready to give him a piece of my mind and a few choice words when I again realized that he was running through every pot hole and speed bump on the way like they were put there as an after thought. Either the driver was suffering from night blindness or he's just doing that on purpose because he's a freaking homophobic bat. Either way, he was grating on my nerves and he was starting to rearrange my internal organs. I started giving him a terse reminder if there was a speed bump or a pothole. "Speed Bump" I'd say, or "Butas" (Pot hole. I swear I was close to changing the word pot into another three letter word)
Oh, but the killer was when I finally got home. I finally paid the dude and was more than ecstatic to leave his vehicle when he said "Salamat, Kuya!" (Thank you, older brother!) The fucker was probably 14 years older than me!
I'm seriously starting to develop a complex here...
If you'll excuse me, I'll just cry myself to sleep while you laugh at my expense...
