Wazzup Pilipinas!
"Sorry, but if you express your sentiments publicly on Twitter, you naturally invite dissent." - Atty. Fernando Topacio"I just took a nap and woke up to Mocha Uson having a column in our newspaper? WHAT THE FUCK? I just sent my dad this text. Not sorry at all.
THE STAR WAS FOUNDED WITH 'TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL' UNDER ITS MASTHEAD. TO HAVE MOCHA USON PEDDLING LIES IN IT IS A DISGRACE TO MY LOLA'S MEMORY
I'm so angry and so disappointed I'm fucking crying. I have never been more disappointed in my life. My God.
There's nothing more I can do than to express my displeasure, which I've done here and in private. I can't change anything on my own. Sorry.
PRESSTITUTE NA RIN SIYA. HIPOKRITA.
Allow me to grieve something I know I do not have the power to change. Argue with someone else.
The family sold its majority stake in the paper a few years ago. Doesn't change the fact that I grew up in that building and still care.
I'm just a girl in the world and can change nothing, but I'm allowed to hold on to my beliefs and my principles, and to feel what I feel.
And what I feel is very sad. And nobody, not people on the Internet, not even my family, can take those feelings away from me. That's all.
I've read her writing, seen her page. If anything, hopefully having an editor will teach her that freedom and discipline go hand in hand.
Attack of the Trolls. Folks, I'm irrelevant and have no power. I had the right to be upset and also understand speech can come with fallout.
So you can tweet me all manner of profanities, call out my love of the 'f' word, call me ugly and tell me to kill myself, that's your right.
But it is also my right not to dignify you with a response other than this one. I have better things to do with my time. Good night."
I'm so angry and so disappointed I'm fucking crying. I have never been more disappointed in my life. My God.
There's nothing more I can do than to express my displeasure, which I've done here and in private. I can't change anything on my own. Sorry.
PRESSTITUTE NA RIN SIYA. HIPOKRITA.
Allow me to grieve something I know I do not have the power to change. Argue with someone else.
The family sold its majority stake in the paper a few years ago. Doesn't change the fact that I grew up in that building and still care.
I'm just a girl in the world and can change nothing, but I'm allowed to hold on to my beliefs and my principles, and to feel what I feel.
And what I feel is very sad. And nobody, not people on the Internet, not even my family, can take those feelings away from me. That's all.
I've read her writing, seen her page. If anything, hopefully having an editor will teach her that freedom and discipline go hand in hand.
Attack of the Trolls. Folks, I'm irrelevant and have no power. I had the right to be upset and also understand speech can come with fallout.
So you can tweet me all manner of profanities, call out my love of the 'f' word, call me ugly and tell me to kill myself, that's your right.
But it is also my right not to dignify you with a response other than this one. I have better things to do with my time. Good night."
"Hold your breath and count to ten. Fall apart. Start again." - Regina Belmonte