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    You bad mouth the family here to your family in the Philippines. You're rude to my cousins here in America, but you're a fucking angel to my cousins in the PI. You disrespect my friends and yell at them for the smallest things. Oh, and you do the same thing to my cousins. Half of the time you're yelling at me, instead of politely asking me what you want me to do. When I respond with an "I don't know," because I truly don't know you mumble to yourself something in Tagalog, while mocking me at the same time. You call me crazy, but it's pretty obvious who the crazy one is. You. You've threatened my cousins, brother, mom and I more than once already. We were even extremely close to a fist fight, but luckily my mom was there to pull you away, while I stood there waiting for you to throw a hit. You bad mouth my cousins' mom just because she's made some bad choices in her life. At least she's kindhearted and trying to get herself together, while you, on the other hand, are a mess. Call me crazy, rebellious, a smart ass, short tempered, disrespectful, rude, a Martos & not a Sacol, whatever, because I don't care what you think about me. Yell, disrespect, or mess with my cousins/ in any way - I'll defend them every single time. Just like all the other times, I'll be their voice because they know if they speak up to you, they won't be able to come back. Threaten my cousins/brother/mom, and you sure as hell threatened me, too - meaning I will stand up to you. So, if you hit me, don't be shocked that I hit you back. Tell me you're going to call the cops - go ahead because you're the one holding a weapon in your hand, while I'm just trying to defend myself. Tell me, "Go ahead. Call the cops because I kill myself. I'll kill you, then I'll kill myself" - Kill yourself. At this rate, I can careless. 

    & some people ask me how I can be so mean to you. It's pretty obvious I don't have any respect for her, but I'm kind to her family in the Philippines even though I she's not kind to mine. I send them my clothes. I talk to them on the phone and on facebook with kindness.  My parents send them money every month and are paying for one of the kids' tuition, and most of that money is my mother's, who's not even their blood relative. And some people question my attitude to her. Blasphemy. 

    • 27 December 2010
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