Ang Inyong Lingkod

Call me Ming or Ming-Ming.

Twenty four years being stagnant and nothing changed.

I am a mother of a four year old kulitoo, Master.

And lover of my baby oink-oink, Mamoy.

There is nothing so significant in my existence, except that, these two beautiful men gave meaning to it. They let me feel the feeling of being important. They love me despite of my stretch marks and flappy belly. They understand me in all my tantrums. And they never left me when this fucking whole world finds me useless after all.

Don’t expect me to please you because I was born not to be like that. And I am not the type that will stoop down to anyone’s hell of level. I don’t care at you so mind at your own business.

“Di ako nangangagat, pero di ako mabait.”