Open Letter to Malu Fernandez

I'm republishing this fine piece written by Ingrid Holm. Her writing is infinitely better than the kind of pretentious trash that Malu Fernandez is publishing in Manila Standard. Seriously, this Malu person can't write, yet that over the hill newspaper is giving her pages to waste.

Oh by the way, if Malu is really the jet set type, why did she have to take coach? And judging by the picture, she looks ugly. Uglier than a fat pig in a pigsty. Lose some weight biatch!

Anyway, here's the open letter:

Dear. Malu Fernandez

FIRST OF ALL, How nouveau riche can one get? Did you marry rich? Did you suddenly come in to money? Your blatant displays of your ‘luxuries’ and ‘wealth’ and your comfort with using the word ‘elitist’ to describe yourself alongside the fact that you had to reference to ‘politicians in your family’ show that even if you did come from money, you certainly have no class.

You also seem to need to name-drop in every article that you write.

It really gets to me that you should complain about the coach seats on your Emirates flight. Honey, they aint small… YOU’RE FAT. Spare yourself some doughnuts and maybe your travels will be more comfortable… coach, or not.

MOST IMPORTANTLY. That you would put down OFW’s (Overseas Filipino Workers) is really DISGUSTING. It makes you sound more vile than what you described as the scent of their ‘AXE and Charlie cologne’ while your ‘Jo Malone melted into thin air’. Honey, without that perfume, you want to know what you smell like? Like a fat Filipino woman. The smell is probably more putrid than the smell of those OFW’s. Cause they sweat honest, hard-working sweat. The kind of sweat that keeps the Filipino economy going. They’re fucking brave. They’ve seen more than you, felt more than you, and fought more than you. You’re just a coddled fat Filipino woman, under all of that cologne, and that branded clothing that makes you feel more important than them.

It sounds to me like you get to fly Business Class when you travel for work, but when you had to pay for your own travels, coach was more affordable. You tried to hide this by grandiose references to you perfume and your designer wear, didn’t you? Tsk tsk…

You made some mention of having 17kg’s of make-up in your hand-carry. All the make-up and adornments in the world can’t hide how ugly you are inside. You aint that good-looking either, hon. Go to the gym, eat some fruits. You wrote that you wanted to slit your wrists because you were stuck in coach with all the OFW’s. I am MOVED every time I am on a flight with OFW’s. I am reminded of their resilience. Of how hard they work, and how they keep the Philippines going. The economy relies on their bravery. You should have slit your wrists, hon. And you are going to hell if you don’t change the way you think. Think of sitting in coach, imagining your personal hell as a personal foreshadowing.

I have lived in the Philippines, and I have also traveled the world. I’ve probably been to as many if not more places than you, seen more things than you, so maybe despite all of this money you seem to need to brandish and the places you have been to, you’re just an ignorant. This coming from a 20 year old girl.

You’re act isn’t classy. You’re not pretentious. You’re just some stupid woman, living in a third world country, thinking that because you jetted off to Greece and you wear Jo Malone perfume, you are suddenly something.

Take this from someone with the same ’socio-economic background’ as you, bitch. What a pitiful excuse.

I also happen to read things ‘thicker than magazines’, I go to University in London where I will finish with an Honors Bachelors Degree in May. I have a 1 year Marketing Economics degree from a business school in Oslo, and I graduated with an International Baccalaureate Diploma at age 17, if you were wondering. So no fucking excuses.
You could do so much more than you think, yet you choose to act like a proper twat. The kind of twat that people with some brains laugh at, the world over. Think of this as some more exposure.

I am ashamed of people like you.

OFW’S all over the world, working their tits off, deserve a public apology.

Ingrid Holm

Baby for Sale

Somebody is selling her baby on the Internet. It is gut-wrenching for me to read the ad and look at the pictures of the poor boy.

I realize that this may be a prank made by somebody who has nothing useful to do. But if real, I think the mother is a wholly irresponsible and cowardly person.

According to the mother she is selling the baby because she can no longer afford to raise him. Yet she still had the chutzpah to seek the opportunity to actually earn money by selling him.

My heart goes for the baby, and I hope fortune will favor him. He deserves more than the mother he has now. As for the mother, may you live in interesting times.

Hail in Manila

Its now a common sight in a tropical country like the Philippines, but we had hail as big as small marbles last Saturday, around late afternoon. This is my third time to see hail, the last one back in 2003, during the height of SARS hysteria.

Burning Ferrari

This is how it looks like when you burn 17 million pesos. The burning Ferrari was seen at the South Expressway. Made in China, probably.

Un-Made in China

After reading a lot about tainted food and medical products coming from China, I decided to swore off any foodstuff or medicine coming from that part of the world, for the sake of my health and sanity (I think I have a mild case of hypochondria, and anything that can be remotely harmful to my wellbeing drives me nuts, so there...), I won't be eating any more China-made foodstuff like Ma-Ling and, (gasp) a childhood favorite, haw flakes.

Alas, I can't do the same for gadgets and electronics...

World of Warcraft

I recently signed up with World of Warcraft massive multiplayer online game, and I daresay I was hooked - virtually most of my waking hours are spent "grinding," leveling up my character and gathering virtual gold and items. 

I am playing three characters: a human mage, a night elf druid and a gnome warlock. The mage character is usually the one I'm using, and I am now at Level 28. 

When There's Smoke...

I thought my Friday was rather boring until we started to smell acrid smoke in the office yesterday.  At first we thought it was a short circuited gadget somewhere, but then the alarm went off and we had to evacuate the building where I work.

One San Miguel, the building where I work, is 49 floors, and I'm in the 31st. Let's just say that I'm glad that I'm working out in the gym as I took 31 flights of stairs going down. 

Apparenty the fire - which was in the Basement 3 level - started in a gen-set. It was put out a few hours later, and me and my officemates went to the mall until we were advised to go back. 

 

Of Rottweilers and Pit Bulls

I got a new pet last weekend - a pit bull puppy I named Hobbes. The one-month old brown pup was given to me by a friend of mine. Ain't he cute?

Currently Hobbes is occupying the ground floor of my apartment as I haven't bought him a cage yet. He doesn't do two-hour yelping sessions in the wee hours of the morning , but he's not exactly house-broken, so the bottom half of my apartment now smells like an abandoned animal testing lab.

Hobbed would be the third pet of mine which I named as Hobbes. The first two were green turtles, which I both lost in Lungga. That was a sad day for me. Sigh.

Speaking of animals, animal rights activists are in the news again, this time trying to create controversy with the fur being worn by Pope Benedict XVI. I really think these PETA do-gooders should start looking for day jobs, instead of being so whiny all the time. So what if other people get off by cladding themselves with dead animals' skin?

Didn't they know that the current pope was once named God's rottweiler?