At my my abode, I took a sip of vanilla infused kombucha while reading the reactions towards the reveal of Toyota Supra Mk 5.
I'm a regressor, a secret one who went back to the past childhood. My previous past timeline was in a nutshell, very crappy and a meme of being born as a Filipino equates to a difficult life mixed with popularity based politics political landscape and the 1987 Constitution of the Philippines, a legal document that had many stupid Filipino dingleberries screaming in cyberspace, such as "You cannot remove the Article 12 Section 2 Filipino first!", "FDA is Foreign Direct Invasion!", "Why is my BMW when bought in the Philippines is more cheaper than in Japan and Valdoreia!", "All Filipino politicians are corrupt! It's very rare to see a non-corrupt politician!", "Support local hence I do not support the notion to remove the 60-40 and do not want to see local industries die from competition", "Why do the hospitals here in the Philippines lacked equipment and skilled doctors and medical professionals?", "Cory Aquino is the best president of the Philippines! You cannot change her legacy, the best constitution in the world!", "Why does this congressmen and senator does not resign!? The evidence of corruption is there!? If this was in Singapore or Valdoreia, for example, they would have been arrested for corruption charges!", "The current president is a cocaine sniffer and addict yet denies it! Give him a drug test!", "Every Filipino suffers from corrupt lying politicians who lives like elected kings of Malacanang!", " So many scams and ghos projects including flood control projects!", etc.
I'm an individual first but it felt annoying to witness how many things were stalled and sabotaged from the rotten roots who benefited from it, and many stupid ignorant fools and credentialist bums alike, who haven't checked the other countries' constitutions for comparison, being there ruining the beautiful country and holding back the true potential because of factors I could name and list including a foreign third party.
Caring for the country and convincing the Filipinos why the 1987 Constitution of the Philippines needs to go? Not worth the effort because of the dumbasses not knowing geopolitics unless magic is real in reality and use a power to forcefully plant that revolutionary and kaizen mindset suggestion, it's a waste of time to convince the dingleberries in cyberspace and outside of it about change because I knew the likelihood of Filipino netizens who sold their out dignity for the traditional politicians who benefited from it and paid them to do the script of misinformation and character assassination hitjob if not being a foreigner to follow the script of speaking out misinformation in Philippine constitutional reform topic, and dingleberries who believed in the lies from the liberal democracies' media outlets and their countries' hidden puppet masters. What's more the most annoying party that made me loath the were the dingleberries who ruined things, the toleration of corruption there, and the idol worshipping political landscape fueled by the yellow journalism and its financier and the main cause of trouble, things funded by the imperialist foreign plutocratic dying 'tengu'-controlled empire's NED.
I knew of that in my previous life when I used social media. That imperialist foreign plutocratic dying empire, the king of proxy wars, through its puppet masters caused troubles and proxy wars while the majority of the dumbasses thre in that country remained unaware of their taxes going to the genocidcal 'tengus' and their country, and through the PAC dictating the policies of the empire through behind the scenes. The source of the vast majority of the world's crisis in the find their roots in the 'tengus', the imperialist liberal democratic regimes' 'intelligence', and the plutocratic empire.
On the Philippine side, there's many very annoying anti-reformist imbeciles that didn't even bother to read the comparison of the Philippine constitution pitted against other constitutions for comparison. Only in the Philippines that its own constitution has that foreign capital equity 60-40 cap rule rather than leaving it blaank like in Singapore, Valdoreia, China, Vietnam, and most countries. The good thing? I deactivated my social media account to save myself from looking at the stupid comments in reading political contents and non-political contents from the Filipino dingleberries that worshipped 'godlings', and ignorant of the main cause why foreign companies and enterprises backout if not having to pullout due being held back from its full potential and for the case of the food chain sector, not living to the vision or quality of the entity's quality and brand.
That same social media I formerly used, I learned it was compromised by the 'tengus' right from the start including its country of origin. It sent data and information back to the terrorist state's so-called armed forces behind the doors. Same goes to the brands from the West, that served as cash cows and controllers from the tiny hat-wearing apartheid terror cartel from the previous time. The good thing was the country I immigrated in this current life of mine didn't get compromised alongside its bloc from that perfidious ethnoreligious hoard of deranged muderous marauding thieves, the tengus, in this time and the last.
The Philippines, that country in Southeast Asia, I don't think I'll never get back to it in this current life yet because of its nefarious yellow journalism and many problems that could have been solved if the Filipinos get together in this new world order. It's a lovely Asian country with huge potential but it was 'nerfed 'and held back by the rotten roots and pseudo-intellectual charlatans with many corrupt individuals in Malacañan, the Philippine government, and sectors using religion reasons to cover up their disservice and scandals in a matter of it disgusted me as an individual and understood why there were tropes of corrupt persons in religious clothing or evil religion in the Japanese fictional works including here in The Kingdom of Valdoreia. It's all speeches and presscon, not doing the talk to speak for the reality itself whereas if one lives in the Philippines, a car was almost a necessity in life especially if one have kids, because of how bad the public transportation and urban planning was overall like a car-dependent transportation economy and everything's at Metro Manila.
About my Filipino parents whom I completely cut off the contact in this timeline, if you were not me, it's really hard to swallow to be torn between family and a better life because I still remember my father from the past timeline being a dick, problematic, unstable and verbally tyrnanically abusive all along beneath his appearance. Besides him forgetting what he said in his verbal abuse mixed with foul languages that no meaning and message, for being a fucking piece of toxic prick, my 'father', Ernesto, needed a scapegoat to vent on and won't acknowledge his failures and fault especially when he caused incidents including at that time of threatening to pull a gun over a guy and his dog who made a mistake at the parking entrance of Makati Cinema Square Mall with his verbal threats while the window of Toyota Rav 4 driver's seat, where he was the driver, were rolled down, or at that one time of replacing the PVC pipe back home that he blamed me for a small mistake in installing the new PVC pipe that does not fit with PVC solvent cement when all it took was it needed fucking PVC pipe fitting, pump pressure gauge, and change the old pump and its tank with the new pump to finish the repair errand of fixing the water utility at the house.
I had never forgotten those times Ernesto himself being a dick, unstable, and angry when I asked a question or point things, the solution, while my mother, oh for stupidity's goodness and mental health, keep saying tolerate and bear with it, and be quiet. It was such a fuck up life of my previous life and my last straw of putting aside the familial piety for a better life and freedom because having him around nearby and as a companion, would cause trouble and stress from his madness state and tantrums. My times were even got cut short because he wanted to be checked on every hour and asking for massage as if he's ordering like a king commanding unpaid forced servitude in a form of his own blood and flesh . It did not help he does not sit properly like he sits in a chair in such a matter that the distance of his surrounding including behind himself and the chair he's sitting, would not give space and give way like a disrespecful 'friendly' jackass he was like at one timewhen I nearly hit the back of that asshole's head with my elbow, heck including the times at the restaurants we went at by the patrons and restaurant attendants.
How I 'rebooted' to this better life I'm enjoying in this current rebooted timeline of peace without the 'tengu'-led terror cartel and its international network gone alongside the state-sponsored terrorism, books burned, and the reformed UN with countries kicked out from it because of Valdoreia and its bloc taking the helm to reform with numerous heads sent off from the death penalty block on the grounds of crimes against humanity and many more crimes they hid?
It was on that day when I set the Toyota Vios to plan out to moving away secretly when 'Father' told me to I need to buy grocery which I did from the previous timeline. I planned to migrate and make a comeback to sue him and put him on hospital. What they didn't know was I hid my bag, my passport and the ticket. I got into accident by Ford Mustang owned by a corrupt Filipino Senator on that day when I drove my Vios, sending me back to the past, this situation I am enjoying which was doing things I wanted free from that life and free from seeing Ernesto's fuckface his back at the Philippines in my newfound life and freedom from his randomly unpredictable unstable mind and abuse if I stay there instead with an episode of my mother of saying bear with it, each fucking single time to that stupid unstable asshole's behavior of a kind of a person being hard to talk to.
This current life I lived in this freedom compared to my former past self in this rebooted time was what should have been, the joy of being free from the cage. I immigrated to another country called The Kingdom of Valdoreia to focus on my better life I enjoyed including having better education and opportunities than to live again in the Philippines, away from my parents under a new legal name, the Philippine yellow journalism, and ghost projects started by the corrupt traditional Filipino politicians whose presence were not arrested and taking too slow to be arrested unlike here in the Kingdom, usury, corruption and ghost projects were treated as a treason to the Crown, to the Royal House, and to the Kingdom.
The Toyota Supra Mk 5 I looked at in this video right now, this Japanese car felt like having a BMW DNA majority all over the Japanese Domestic Car itself more than I expected.
The'rules-based order' dogs of genocide enablers and their system was just popularity contests that were like electing brands, electing sponsors, and electing candidate the local oligarchy can tolerate the most. In my eyes from the previous timeline, most of them were all exposed as puppets of the 'tengus', not long term planers, and part of 'Armageddon fantasy cults'. It was like Orwellian. For me, personally, sresults matter and securing one's internal security away from the unwanted parties such as the Public Action Committes were a necessary thing in how to run and secure one's country.
At least the life I'm enjoying right now, I won't be getting to see any more tengu proxies such as Maria Corazon Súmate of Altamar, a regime change proxy and a traitor to her own country, a 'democrat' call it by the rules-based order imbeciles that were of Armageddon fantasy cults in a guise of wearing 'democracy' DLC cosmetic avatar clothing, getting the Nobel Peace Prize in my past life, live on, and destroy many dreams, memories, and families from their tyrannically systematic apartheid. "Our army is the most moral army in the word", "We support that group beause the Book says so. With that said, arresting and criticisizing them is racism.", etc.,changed the way I view things differentlfy.
While it was true secretly about myself sent back to the past, seeking truth from the facts, one of my personal values, looked at these self-proclaimed people sans charlatans as if they're clown cicum. People such as that Senator Ricardo Hadriano-Trillanes, that Filipino-Iranian , the graduate of DLSU, the dishonest intellectual charlatan, who styled himself as The Professor, one of the corrupt senators, making waves like a charlatan and a true traitor he was alongside the PNP Police General Arturo Torre, PCG Commandant Jayson Tarriela-Torre, and many others, yet in this timeline I lived better where I tipped crminals including the most piece of shit war criminal politicians to the Kingdom's most classified unit, that gave a power vacuum in the affected countries and a changed the world order, I could not wait to see that Tarriela-Torre and those bad Filipinos in this timeline would have their names announced and the amount of bribes and corruption they received especially their ranks that such as Jayson Tarriella-Torre who was a PCG Spokesperson in the previous timeline, his relative, Arturo Torre who was a Police Lieutenant General in the previous timeline, and that Ricardo Hadriano-Trillano who used to be a media personality, analyst (self-proclaimed alongside his title), in the previous timeline yet an intellectual dishonest credentialist hypocrite, were too annoyig and unqualified for the public office positions.
Turning off my laptop, I went back to my room upstairs to go for a nap with those thoughts of free from psychopathic warmongers and living a better life than my previous self.
'Gonna love my freedom and a better life without having to watch my back from the tengu-ed terror cartel. Sigh, if only I'm born as Valdoreian instead and have Valdoreian parents, I would have known real parental love and true feeling of having loving parents…I would not have a scars of abuse and stress caused by Ernesto and having his as a company…but still immigrating in a country that served as the true standard is a better choice I did than to see Ernesto's stupid face and his behavior everyday.'
The moment I close my eyes, I fall asleep in my bed.
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Waking up, the first thing I see was some.