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Listen here, Keanu Reeves, you take your 1973 dog and stay the fuck clear of me, you asshole. Tell her to NOT use my name or my credentials or that she’s part of the ACADEMY or New York University.
IDGAF about you Keanu Reeves. Go fuck yourself, asshole.
Because of her DELUSIONS, I am being hacked by WORTHLESS bitches who want to be me, have my Father and be the Princess Royal I am.
You take your worthless 1973 and shove it up your verra loose ass, Keanu Reeves.
i ain’t got time for your shit. I’m a Princess Royal. And #THE
Don’t delay me because my lil cousin is either clinically brain-dead or gonna be dead. Or that Papa Francesco needs to recover. You are always gonna find an excuse to delay me because you just can’t stand the fact I already won. Get out of my way. You aren’t JESUS. Nor are YOU A KING of any kind. Please kindly move your fat orange ass out of my way.
I did what I could for many. I put in the time. I was of service to both GOD and COUNTRY. I served. I hustled. And now I want to enjoy the FRUITS of my own labour.
Stop stealing from me. Stop stealing my life like you just did to my lil cousin. I know you hate me. But you know what… THEY ALL HATE ME. BUT I LOVE IT.
get out of my way. you have absolutely NO Authority over me.
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Loverboy, I don’t want to have to wait until Easter to leave. Stop delaying it. I expected to leave by December 2024. You’re pushing it, you know. I demand to leave. Stop dragging your feet and prolonging the INEVITABLE. I am a Royal Princess of Visayas and I demand to leave to World Trade. Stop getting in my way.
Get out of my way. I needed to leave yesterdays ago. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY.
Hubby wubby, make sure to reimburse all the artists I’m showcasing on my website. I do give proper credit and links, but you still need to pay ‘royalties’. even music and lyrics. Dahling, make sure you pay them handsomely, even if I’m giving them some good PR/publicity.
I don’t make actual profit from this blog. And if it does I’m quite sure all proceeds go to charitable .orgs and foundations that my Father, Step-Father, and hubby have or are a part of. My .org is supposed to be Sampung Puso, which means 10 of Hearts. One day perhaps.
academy – ShrinersLove; sarah o’ halloran
had to add that.
I’m part of deviantart because one day I will make actual art, even digital. But I’m really just a blogger and a house cat 😼
wonderful, talented artists there.
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My lil cousin is just 32. If it was a mob hit, they’ll get what’s coming to them. Not only is he just a kiddo, but he’s a good kiddo who lost his Father back in 2012.
I’m tri-state. Spent the first year in New Jersey. I got into both Rutgers and Fairleigh Dickinson. Family owns property in Tuckerton. I spent some time in Harrisburg, PA with my brother-cousin Tony. As well at PENN in Philly with an academy colleague. And also CT – got into Quinnipiac for Law. I’m tri-state: got family in NY, NJ, CT, and PA.
He’s just a kiddo. Not supposed to touch kiddos, especially good ones like him. But that on you. His blood on your hands.
It’s not ‘definite’ right now. Still more further tests. He’s only 32. Miracles do happen. It happened for my Mama. So it could happen to any of you.
i’m hard to kill. They would know, they’ve tried countless times. I’m a Princess Royal of Visayas. Of course, I’m hard to kill.
Who should you blame, Ella? Bonit. There’s a pattern with Bonit. First your husband and now your son. I dunno why you even stay in that house or trust her. If it was a mob hit, it came from the Pajelas in NJ…. Filipinos from NJ. They’re playing your entire family for chumps. You’re not too bright.
It most likely is a mob hit. Don’t worry about it, Ella. Imma gonna return the hit but leave my calling card. An autographed photo of myself and a package of bendryl.
Why did that happen to my lil cousin, Cyril? I guess he had to go somewhere in a hurry, because he’s only 32. He may be in the hospital on a ventilator HERE, but since there’s no brain activity HERE, that means he most likely is over THERE. Who can fathom the ways of the Lord. Not many I surmise.
I dunno when exactly I’m leaving, but I should be able to run into Cyril at World Trade.
I let him know about two years ago to take good care of himself. I knew he’d run into problems. But something like this no one really expected.
Not to a healthy 32 year old filipino male. Please do consider making your son an organ donor, no matter whatever other decisions you make concerning him.
Ivana, you’re barely 30. My lil cousin who is as young as some of my nieces and nephews. Well, I was upset with you for ditching your family and running off to NJ to live with your boyfriend who is now your fiance. My family had hoped that you would stay in NY and with Bonit and your family. Work as an RN in NYC and then purchase a home in Bayside, Queens close to Bonit for you and your mom and your brothers. We also hoped that you would encourage your brothers to finish school and get good jobs so that they too can marry like you are about to as well.
You have your reasons, Ivana. I know you miss your Father. I know you went thru some hard times because he dies in 2012. Well who is to say what would’ve happened if you did it the way Bonit and your Tito Cesar and Tita Emma had hoped. But I hope now, during another family crisis, that you’re there for your Mama and your brothers in their time of need. We know you’re planning your dream wedding this May, but do what you can for your family.
What I’ll try to do is from World Trade if I get there before this month is through. I’ll put in a request for Cyril. I sorta can see him. He’s at a terminal reading and writing. Death usually isn’t final. Natives say… “It’s like walking from this world into the next.”
This is for haters, especially from a MUD – Terris, who waited over 3 decades to tell me something I already know. And the sentiment is still the same: I just don’t give a fuck.
Is it getting better? Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now? You got someone to blame
You say, one love, one life When it’s one need in the night One love, we get to share it Leaves you baby if you don’t care for it
Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love And you want me to go without
Well it’s too late tonight To drag the past out into the light We’re one but we’re not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other One!
Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus? To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much? More than a lot You gave me nothin’ now it’s all I got We’re one but we’re not the same Well we hurt each other then we do it again
You say love is a temple, love a higher law Love is a temple, love the higher law You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl And I can’t be holdin’ on to what you got When all you got is hurt
One love, one blood One life, you got to do what you should One life, with each other Sisters, brothers
One life but we’re not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other One One
To haters with revenge fantasies and delusions of grandeur who should I know I ain’t thinkin’ about you. 1. You ain’t making me 2. You ain’t breaking me
And in the big scheme of things… for me? You just don’t matter.
