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DEEP THOUGHTS
My RV broke down for the first time in 6 years since my dad gave it to me. I named my RV, Amby short for ambulance. It has brought me to places I could not go cause the car is not equipped enough. It has transported me to the hospital when I needed medical attention as I could not be air lifted to Manila. My RV has carried my oxygen, my medicines, my medical equipment, my clothes, my wheel chair, my stretcher, and me.
My RV has ramp orl lifter used in instances when I have to be strapped on my wheel chair. It has air condition, a four burners gas range, a rerigerator to preserve my medicines, a single bed, chairs and a table. It used to have a yellow wall paper but I have it changed to barely there green, cause I hated yellow. It has its own toilet and bath where I barely fit cause I am too big for it.
I grew up with Amby. She is probably getting old now, rusty even just like her owner. I do not know when my time comes to break down like my Amby. But for now, I know Amby will come home again to transport me to places I needed to go. I will wait for her to come home.
Not so long ago, I think it was late last year when I met this guy who wanted to have a coffee date with me. He texted me every minute of the day. He chatted with me everytime he saw me on line. One day after refusing his offer of a coffee date, he started giving me the cold shoulder treatment that became “mean- treatment”. I asked him why was he acting that way, he said: I HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE RICH.
I was stunned cause for someone who graduated from Asia’s finest, he has this unreasonable hatred for moneyed people. I asked him why he hates people who are rich. He said that it is “your” falt why there are so many poor people around. He said that there are poor people who could not go to school because of people like “me”.
ME?
Okay he hated me cause I am lucky to have a mom like Mommy who works so hard to provide me with everything that she had when she was growing up. I told him that my mom was thrown out of the house at 15 cause she was pregnant and my strict spanish grandfather could not take that blow to his pride. It was my mom who worked hard, sent herself to school and provided for a baby old enough to be her sister.
When I told him about what we have gone through he told me that he did not have time for whiners like me. To hell with him. I was telling him how I got my “money” and he did not listen cause he knew that what he was saying was all false. I told him that, should the poor know how to work for themselves, they can go to school and be the boss they dream to become someday. I told him that my money did not come from the Philippines anyway. It is my money that is invested in his country hat gave work to his countrymen. I am not form here.
Then a million or was it billions? of seconds ago, I met this guy who seemed very interesting. He’s kinda nice at first. He looks serious. When I get to know him, he never laughed, he was not mayabang, he’s not makulit nor is he loud. He does not talk much. He does not text much. He just let me be. Then one day, he just seemed so irritated with me. He does not hide his hatred for me. I asked him why and he told me he hated smart girl. He has his reasons. But I don’t get it. I don’t throw my weight around him. I actually dance to his song not him dancing to mine. In short, I did everything to earn his friendship and yet he threw it back to my face. I don’t get it…
Smart? me? I dunno but, do I irritate you cause I am smart or do I irritate you cause you like me too much?
AND HEY, I COULD BE THE BITCH THAT YOU WANT ME TO BE.
