post mortem
" However I forgot that the hub was in Dubai and the majority of the OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) were stationed there. The duty-free shop was overrun with Filipino workers selling cell phones and perfume. Meanwhile, I wanted to slash my wrist at the thought of being trapped in a plane with all of them. While I was on the plane (where the seats were so small I had bruises on my legs)... I heaved a sigh, popped my sleeping pills and dozed off to the sounds of gum chewing and endless yelling... “Hey there? Where are you from? Are you a domestic helper as well?” I though I had died and God had sent me to my very own private hell. " with this, malu fernandez effectively committed professional suicide by mistaking elitist statements as acerbic wit. whereas she lived in a delusional existence as a popular-rich-wannabee-socialite, she gained infamy and the nation's desire to have her stuck on a skewer and slowly roasting in a rotisserie. a thousand hate mails of the creepi...