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The Wise Warrior Avoids The Battle

I know not many of my readers are business types, but I feel like having a business-based rant today.

I’m in charge of marketing, SEO, social media management, online presence, etc for the Resort….and I’ve noticed a few things in these fields. 

From a business owner / CEO perspective, they all seem to think that the ‘Millenial’ way of doing business is unsustainable, childish, unrealistic, lax, unproductive, foolish, and risky.

They don’t see the point, nor even the benefits of actually communicating one-on-one with their potential ‘consumers’ on social media.

When they DO try to ‘do the twitter’ or join ‘the facebook’, they make such shitty, stupid rookie mistakes that everyone on the internet laughs at them, they get embarrassed, and then they usually say or do something that ends up with their company getting a huge pariah scar.
Then they blame everyone but themselves for the fact that they’re old, outdated, irrelevant, not funny or witty, and dying off.

I’ve read countless articles in the last few weeks that say Gen Y is lazy, unfocused, lacking valuable skills, and that we don’t know how to hunker down and do actual work.
The older folks berate us for listening to music while we work, or using unconventional office stuff like exercise balls instead of swivel chairs.
They say memes are passing fads. 
That our generation is doomed to failure and destitution because we refuse to stay at a shitty job if we hate it.
That we’re going to be in for a huge eye-opening punch in the face when we join the ‘real world’.

Well, Old folks, let me tell you a huge secret:
We’re listening to everything you’re saying about us.
And, as the adage goes….better be nice, because we’ve got control over what rest home you end up in.

What I mean is, we know how you’ve done business for the last god-knows-how-many years, pretty successfully, and you’ve made a comfortable living doing it.
We know you’ve got the keys to success in business, and we know that you’re pretty much grooming us to take over and be just like you.
We know you want to continue the ‘For-Profit’ shit.

But you know what? We don’t.

We’re used to being REALLY fucking uncomfortable.
We’re used to being in highly uncertain situations with no way out but to just start digging.
We’re creative, and we love to utilize new solutions, even if they’re made of bubblegum and toothpicks…..ESPECIALLY if they’re made of bubblegum and toothpicks, actually…and glitter.
We love new stuff,  but even more than that, we love new stuff that was made by our friends.
We love making friends, we love hanging out with those friends, we love helping our friends, and we think everyone is a potential friend.
We’re out to be comfortable and afford to eat and sleep in a safe, warm place.
We’re not out to be millionaires, because we realize we can’t make a decent meal out of paper and metal…..what we do realize however, is that if we learn to fish & forage…we can make a meal for a whole community.

Thus, our generation is a skills-based economic model, with a giant focus on collaborative community participation.
We don’t want your damn paper and metal money anymore. 
We realize you are sick, and you need to be cured.
If you refuse treatment, we will cut you off and out of our society.
If you try to harm us, we will not retaliate in conventional ways.
We are better than hair-pulling and rock throwing.
We’ll shine a bright light on you and your behavior and we will refuse to speak to you further.
We will shame you into self-punishment.

Sorry, but we rule the playgrounds now.
We are the fastest growing population on earth, and we’re all pretty fucking independent, intelligent, and we have a thirst for knowledge like the desert thirsts for rain.
We want our businesses to grow, prosper, but also remember their communities and customers. 
We don’t want your leash-like ties and your uncomfortable, media-okayed uniform of suits, briefcases, and shiny black shoes….we’re much more comfortable in clothing that allows our bodies the space and freedom to breathe.

(Not saying we don’t like to dress up, because we do, but we also realize it’s just a fun costume, it shouldn’t be your go-to definition for how you conduct yourself socially.)

We want the freedom to work, but also the freedom to have some fun….because we all realize none of us gets out of here alive.
Being alive should be fun! 
Businesses and companies should serve a larger purpose beyond trying to make a cult following in order to make a few more bucks to hoard away in some far-off bank account.

If you, as a business owner do not give a shit about us, we will not give a shit about you. 
And you want us to give a shit about you, because you need our money.
We’d rather give our money to our friends and family, because we know them.
We have intimate connections with them. We smile with them. Laugh with them. Cry with them. Our lives are intertwined.

That’s what you miss out on when you reject us.
In rejecting us, our business, our employment, and our generation….you are rejecting your community, your potential family, and your potential friends.

Remember when your parents told you:
‘I am your parent, I am not your best buddy!’

They fucked up….they should have been our best buddy, because our buddies know every little thing about us.

If you want to stick to the authoritarian, autocratic, boring, old-world, highbrow way of thinking and doing, by all means go ahead, but don’t expect us to live under your roof anymore….we’d rather be homeless and living on the street than put up with your pretentious shit.

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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White Civilized Man – The Most Ferocious Animal on The Face of The Earth

Today I’m going to bitch about foreigners.
As some of you know, I am really not a fan of foreign people here in the Philippines.
The ones that visit are normally sex tourists…. I’ll tell you a secret…on my blog insights page, many of the key search words people use to find my blog are geared towards sex tourism.

It’s disgusting.

The other ones, the ones that live here, take a Filipina as a wife, and think they’re all high and mighty because they’re accepting of the Filipino culture…..those people…….are total….. freaking……. bullshit.

They’re the same ones who say

‘Sure, I love my Filipina Wife….but she’s as dumb as a bag of bricks’
‘I love the Filipino culture, but boy are they sure lazy! Haw-haw-haw..’
‘I love the Philippines, but gee I wish they knew how to cook real food…’
‘Shopping is so cheap here, but oh my god, the lines are slow/the customer service is shitty/they rip you off for stuff…’
‘I love living here in this nice, convenient beautiful part of town, but I’m going to poison the neighbor’s dog/shoot their roosters’
‘It’s so great to drive with no license or registration, but gosh I hate the traffic’
‘Wow I had such a large argument with a local while buying my illegal DvDs…Filipinos should be ashamed of their behavior’

And on.
And on.
And on.

I could quote foreign stupidity for days, yet they say the Philippines is the stupidest group of people they’ve ever dealt with.

Dear White Ugly Fat Foreign Dudes: How about you STFU, reverse your shitty attitude, re-join reality, and realize YOU’RE the problem.

This country is full of people that know at LEAST two languages, Who work for shitty pay to serve your ass, Who have ONE day off a week if they’re lucky, and who have dealt with foreigners coming to their country for CENTURIES….don’t think every little thing is going to change simply because you want it to be more comfortable & familiar….

God Knows the west has already polluted the Philippine culture enough.

The women have lost their sense of Babaylan, and pride in their natural looks, and have become obsessed with being white, using harmful creams, soaps and lotions to bleach their skin.

The entire nation has a problem with voicing their depression, and instead choose to smile through the worst days rather than do the work to properly heal their minds and hearts.

They have experienced a loss of cultural identity & are approaching Historical Extinction…oral tradition and knowledge of pre-colonial history is in danger of being lost in favor of MTV, telenovellas, Pacquiao and Bruno Fucking Mars.
((No offense Mr. M, but srsly. Do something productive.))

I don’t believe ALL white people are the problem, just as I don’t believe ALL Filipinos are nice, of course…
But the great majority needs to shape up or ship out.

Also, Mr. Dumbass White Guy who just complained for two hours about how stupid Filipinos are, over beers in a bar with your new foreign best buddy you just met……do you really think you’re going to receive impeccable, perfect, or hell, even polite service from your waiter or waitress after that?

Every time you vocalize the fact that someone is lazy or stupid or annoying or unskilled or whaaatever, keep in mind you might just be getting what you expect because you’re an asshole, and not because what you’re saying is true.

Contrary to how you act, Filipinos actually have EARS and can not only hear your stupid blabbering, but they also understand it.
They also talk about you to others.
In a language you don’t understand because you don’t take the time to learn.
Because as much as you love the country….if you don’t love the culture, you’re just another invader on their turf….sitting pretty on their land, taking advantage of their hospitality, and doing nothing productive.

‘Oh but I sent so-and-so to school and paid this guys medical bills and bought groceries for that girl I had sex with yesterday!’

Yeah, thanks for the free cash, Joe!
Just because we take your money and let you pay for things doesn’t mean we like you or we think you’re helping….you’re just being a means to an end.

Harsh, rude, cruel……But oh-so-true.
If you really want to make a difference…set up a school or library and teach people….feed people by opening up a free farm where people can learn to garden….spay and neuter all the stray animals you see walking around everywhere….go out and pick up garbage from the land…..buying shit from stores and paying people’s bills is well and good, but you’re just perpetuating a reliance on foreign aid that has existed for centuries….you’re contributing to a damaging cycle of violence and oppression.

Anyways. I’m done for now.

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Sun was hot, The Soda was Cold, The Sky was Blue, The Grass was Green

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Oh, hey, look a bird….no big deal…
Decided to imprint on me in less than ten minutes and live with me for a day.

Then it got eaten by a huge Gecko while I wasn’t in my room for about fifteen minutes.
/Depressing.

Anyway, I decided to make a comparey-type list for everyone….so here we go!
Whee!

Canada                                                                                   Philippines

Maple Leaf                                                                        8 – Pointed Star
Hockey                                                                               Basketball
Beaver                                                                               Caribao
Freedom                                                                             Freedom
Many Cultures                                                                  Many Tribes
Tim Hortons                                                                       Jollibees
Beer                                                                                   Tanduay Rum
Too Cold                                                                                 Too Hot
Work hard, Party Harder                                             Work a Bit, Party Like A Rockstar
Maple Syrup                                                                       Adobo
‘Eh?’                                                                                  ‘Ko-An’

Sorry So Short, Longer Entry Later!….Cooking up another politically-minded heat-post.

 
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Posted by on May 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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They Do Not Love One Another – Because They Do Not Love Themselves.

So!
I have a few bones to pick about the Philippine people today.
Please bear with me…while this sounds like a scathing scolding from a saucy white shithead, I assure my gentle Filipino readers that I have your best interests and future cultural evolution at heart.

Also, another warning….in my previous blog posts, I have refrained from utilizing my ‘helping verbs’ (aka, my sailor-mouth)…today, this stops.

My writing for White Chocolate Hills Resort’s blog is perfectly professional and cuss-free.
When I write in my own blog, I don’t want to feel like a secretary writing a press release.
This is personal shit, I will utilize my personal voice from here on.

Those that are offended by the use of ‘bad’ words can please visit my more professional side, right here.

Back to the matter in mind.

In the last few months, I have had the pleasure of meeting many Filipinos, from every class distinction except ‘Elite, super-rich’ folks….though I know I will eventually get to meet them as well, since I’ve already been at one-remove from their world.

The one common thread I’ve felt is the Spirit and natural culture of the Philippine people….genuinely kind, helpful, good-humored, loyal and playful…with a mind-blowing, unshakeable optimism and determination to smile even if your whole world is burning to the ground.

While they’re great traits to have….in these modern times, it’s starting to drive the whole country onto hell’s highway.
Let me elaborate.

I was reading an article that said that Filipinos have onion-thin skin, and for no good reason…that there was nothing to be proud of in Filipino culture, and in fact, that the Philippines has no actual culture of their own in the first place.
I read a comment on the article…someone mentioned that they wanted to take pride in their heritage…but didn’t know what their heritage or culture consisted of.

I read countless articles that say the Philippines has ‘Nationalism by proxy’…being proud to be Filipino when watching Pacquiao or beauty queens and entertainers take the world stage.

I hear countless Filipinos who say America is their greatest ally and coolest friend, and that they want to move overseas to Canada to get a good job, and that they wish that their skin could be whiter, and that they love God and the church.

I see Filipinos get insulted and yelled at and talked about in front of their faces by arrogant, ignorant foreign visitors, and never sticking up for themselves.

I see young women with old men constantly.

I see people here who clean the shit out of their employees buildings/restrooms/kitchens/houses…..yet throw their leftover food on their own kitchen’s floors and never clean their own bathrooms.

I see Filipinos who are obsessed with taking showers and dousing themselves in smelly perfumes and hair products…yet don’t sweep their floors or pick up their trash from the side of the road.

I see everyone talking about being healthy and eating and having nutritious food and cooking well…..yet bleached, white rice is eaten for every single meal, and eating raw vegetables and plants is looked upon as crazy-talk from a wackadoo.

Now excuse me for being an idealistic, insane white foreign bitch, but The Philippine people need to stop sucking the tits of the West, and discover their roots again.

Cut the colonial shit, people….it’s fucked up.

I recently researched ancient Philippine traditional tattoo techniques….orange or calamansi thorn tattooing….and I gave myself a small tattoo on my wrist.

Five or six of the people I showed said that it was ugly, and that women who have tattoos take drugs.
When I told them that they were full of shit, and that before the Spanish and Church people brainwashed them, every Philippine warrior worth anything had tattoos….I was straight-up ignored or told I was wrong.

Somehow in another conversation, the subject of bras came up.
I mentioned that pre-colonial Filipinas didn’t wear bras or shirts, and Lord how The People Doth Looked At Me With Incredulous Eyeballs. I was like…’Well, what?! It’s true, and these days, the men STILL don’t wear shirts…why the hell do women have to wear them now?’
Because some white fucker on a boat got here and felt ashamed that he couldn’t control his fucking penis?

Speaking of penises and boobs, The Philippines also needs to be completely re-taught about sex and sexuality.
Again, Pre-colonial times, the Filipino people were highly sexually progressive, taught their children about sex, and naturally maintained monogamous relationships…with a few exceptions in the Muslim territories, where polygamy was considered okay.

Nowadays, talking about sex is so taboo its literally retarded….condoms are seen as gross and unnecessary….’pulling out’ is seen as an effective birth control method….gay people are ok, but only if you’re flaunting it or obvious about it….men cheating on women is seen as ‘concubinage’ but women cheating on men can land you in fucking jail for two years….the woman’s place is still in the bed and in the kitchen….if a woman is single, it’s seen as a character flaw….if a man is single, he’s a stud.
(That part isn’t so different than the West, I admit)
If a woman is sexually active, or wants anything more than a vanilla sex life, they’re seen as flawed….yet women are encouraged to dance, dress and act sexy, provocative, and to be frank…slutty.

Again…..we really need to stop emulating the West.
It’s destroying the country…it’s harming the people, it’s decimating the culture, and your previous knowledge and way of living is about to go extinct.

I personally suggest a re-naming of our entire country….The Philippines was named for one of our Spanish Colonizers….let’s begin the tidal wave of change and progression by establishing our own, unique culturally-relevant name.

Let me refresh your mind a little bit.

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HOW INSULTING IS THIS?!?!
Yet you LOVE foreigners!
WTF, guys?

 

Be proud of the fact that pre-colonialism, you have an amazing culture rich in progress and steeped in mystery.

Pre-colonial Philippine people knew everything there was to know about agriculture, herbal medicine, irrigation, and cloth-making.
They had extensive, and impressive knowledge of ducks and animal husbandry.

Your pre-colonial art of war is fascinating…and deadly effective.
Your warrior spirit is impeccable, and unshakeable.
DO NOT FORGET your warriors.

Your ability to learn languages and communicate with other cultures is outstanding.
Pre-Colonial times shows that you knew about Sanskrit, Malay, Javanese, and many others.

Your natural abilities to navigate direction could rival anyone in the world, and your people were among the very first to travel on the ocean to trade with other people.

There are many, many reasons to be proud of being a Filipino.
Go back to the roots….if you forget your roots…..your branches will rot.

 

I think that’s all for now, folks…this is getting long-winded, and I’m getting pissed off.

 
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Posted by on May 20, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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She Wanted To Talk Like She Was Born Here – Like She Never Came From Anywhere Else

Well oh wello!

So much on my mind, dunno where to begin.
It’s kinda terrible that I update the resort’s blog every day but then don’t update my own personal one much….I guess it’s a bit more easy to bang out professionally-written blogs for a targeted audience than to solemnly spill my guts to strangers….ironically…

I’ve been really having fun here…it’s been an amazing fit, and I’m still amazed I actually get paid to do SEO and social media marketing for a freakin’ beach resort.

Obviously it’s more than that, I do the office work, file papers, do the payroll, make sure things are running smoothly and properly….but a very large chunk of my work is internet-based….and anyone who knows me knows I’m bloody amazing at internet marketing.

Anywhoo…another awesome part is my coworkers, I love everyone like family…I get teased a lot for being white and ‘oh so beautiful’ and skinny and this and that but I don’t mind.

Most of the workers also live on-site, except for on holidays and stuff because a lot of them live far away.
We all eat dinner together in the worker’s kitchen and its usually Dried Fish, Tocino, Malunggay soup or Tinola, Rice, and water…we sit and chat about the day or whatever, though I don’t really understand much at all since it’s mostly in Cebuano, but every once in a while someone will translate for me….usually JaiJai, my new ‘sister’….but sometimes Ramel, our bartender dude….who can make a margarita that even Jesus himself would kill someone for.

The ‘Chef of the workers’ is named Doming and hot damn that guy can cook a mean soup! haha

In the mornings I usually get an omelet or chicken fingers and a salad, and Rod, our Resort chef usually cooks it and oh my freaking god the omelets are delicious.
So safe to say, the eatin’s good here.

Sometimes we all go out to the market area to eat instead, and we get rice, barbecue, tocino, lumpia and stuff…I finally tried longganisa, which is a kind of chorizo sausage thats SO SUPER TASTY!!!
Damon told me it was gross, so I was always nervous about it, but pffsshht, its super good.

The pink hot dogs too, they taste just like regular old hot dogs as far as I can tell…though when I first got here I remember trying one that was sweet and icky…..but the ones at the market are pretty typical tasting…maybe my tastebuds just forget what western food tastes like at this point.

I still for the life of me can’t figure out why some of these meats are pink though….I must solve this mystery sometime.
So far I’ve tried Pandesal, which I love…Adobo, which is obviously amazing, BBQ, which I’m addicted to, Bam-E, pictured below, Banana Heart made into some kinda slaw stuff which was interesting but strange, Tinola with pechay, onion, sayote, chilies, okra, etc….monggo soup which surprised me because monggos are beans…first bean I actually like….salads with daikon radish, ampalaya which was both icky and delicious….it’s very bitter, but the coating stuff on it is awesome…..Puso, which is just plain ‘ol rice, Siomai which is oh-so-frigging-good, but is technically a Chinese food….

Aaaaaand I actually kinda tried Balut…..I cracked open the egg, sipped the juice, ate a few wet feathers…..and everything was fine until I cracked open the entire egg and saw the baby chicken…….I tried some of the yolk, which tasted pretty much just like a boiled egg….but I couldn’t steel my nerves enough to bite into the baby.

I like going to market for supper….everyone picks what they want from the food stall/table, sits down at a table off to the side, cleans their fingers with a bucket of water, then plates of rice are brought to the table on pink plates wrapped in plastic bags…I assume for easier clean-up…pretty damn smart if you ask me….then the little bowls of calamansi and chilies and soy sauce show up…..then you wait for the delicious, juicy meeeaaatzzz….

We all sit and talk and goof off, joke around and it’s really laid back and fun.
The best part about filipino food in my humble little opinion is eating with your fingers!!!
Everyone eats with the fingers, and it’s not considered rude or gross….weirdly enough though, what is considered icky is licking your fingers afterwards….I keep trying to catch myself and stop doing it, but its hard….the food is so good I want every little taste.

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Bam-E….so freaking tasty.

After supper, literally every freakin’ night everyone drinks either Red Horse, Tequila or the evil, disgusting Tanduay.
I never drink the Tanduay…the smell still makes me absolutely want to throw up due to my experiences in Valencia….
But sometimes I have a few glasses of beer or tequila.

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Lately though, I’ve had a constant sore throat and I think I’m running a bit of a fever, so I haven’t been drinking or smoking so I can rebuild my system.

It could be caused by a few things…The treehouse I’m living in has birds in the roof and cats in the floorboards….so all the dust and …gross poo & fur residues….may be irritating my immune system….but I’m not allergic to anything, so I don’t know why it would bother me to the point of sickness….

It could also be the fact that I’m working 11-12 hours a day and in three weeks have had zero days off….even though it’s simple office work and tours and stuff….it’s still work, and my brain never shuts off or has time to fully rest.
I don’t think that’s the issue though, because I function at my peak when I’m overbusy and frantically panicky…hahah

It could also just be the change in the environment and the weather….it’s been hotter, and this area is right beside the ocean, while Valencia was up in the mountains.

Whatever I guess.

I still miss having Damon in my life…he’s an amazingly creative, interesting, smart person at his best, but honestly….life is better when I’m not being called a bunch of terrible names and being made to feel worthless and unbearably stressed out every day….Just after I got here, I was talking to him and he told me he had a heart attack and he was going to kill himself and stuff….that made the stress and the panic and the sense of irrational responsibility and guilt come pounding back into my chest and I felt sick because I know I can’t trust what he says…who knows if it’s the truth?

Here I feel productive, happy and confident in my worth….I feel part of a whole here…it’s not exactly the best-greased machine on the block, but the resort is only three months old…you can’t expect everything to be going perfectly so early on in the game….we’re all learning together, and that’s a really awesome feeling.

And even if he was killing himself, what the fuck am I going to do about it from all the way over here?? ((Excuse mon francais))
He expects me to drop everything and run to him with no money & no transportation with no guarantees that things are ok or sane or honest….exactly what got me to the Philippines in the fucking first place…..

A Pure, Reckless Loving & Careless, Devoted Trust in something that turned out to be a well-financed stage play for a fool.
Ugh, When I think about it, I hate myself and I hate the fact that I was lied to.

But It got me here, and now I’m ok…..I’m always ok, really….
I’m a fighter, a True Warrior…a Wallace, a survivor….and I can spin gold from pig shit.
Well.
Until Next Time.

Come visit the Resort’s Bloggity!
I have like…no followers on it, even though quite a few read it…I would really appreciate some follows over there!!

www.whitechocolatehillsresort.wordpress.com

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Oh, P.S….I also have been researching tattoo culture in the Philippines, and found out that they used to tattoo warriors with Orange or Calamansi thorns.

So what did I do?

Found a thorn and gave myself a new tattoo, of course!

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40 is the numerical representation of Enki/Ea, and also is representative of Capricorn.
In numerology, four is ruled by Saturn, which is my ruling planet, and of course, zero is one of the most powerful connections to the Otherside.

 
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Posted by on April 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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When All Else Fails – Take A Vacation

Yeah, So I got this resort ‘job’, at beautiful White Chocolate Hills Resort, in Zamboanguita.
‘job’ as in it’s not a real job, they just help with my visa and food in exchange for help online and blah blah, but whatever!
Holy is it a great job….every single one of my skills are utilized….design, graphic design and layout, website creation, SEO, logo/business card/brochure making, photography, gardening, social media marketing, techstuff, etc etc etc…..SUCH A GOOD FIT FOR MY LIIIIIFFFFEEEE!!!!

I love the social aspect of it, I love talking to new people, I love making reservations, I love the office work…the office reminds me of being a kid…I used to set up a wee little casio keyboard, my chalk board, pens and pencils and paper, and actually pretended I was a secretary……way to dream big, Little Me….way to go!

So bloody freaking happy….and I FINALLY got myself into the Pacific Ocean…swam a little bit until I got too scared I was going to get eaten by a shark or stung by some crazy-ass tropical fishy.

Anyways…..all you readers of mine, if you wanna visit the resort blogitty, I update that as well, once a day about the comings and goings of the place.

Find it here:

 

http://www.whitechocolatehillsresort.wordpress.com

 

I also get to use the owners’ Nikon…..AAHSDHSAGDHAJAAA!!!!!
Hahahah, so excitered.

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Posted by on April 8, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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A Product, But Not A Prisoner Of

Ok so I have a little time to myself now to write out a bigger bloggity….

So you knew I think that I stayed for a while at the cop station….Here are a few pictures of my time there:

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That is a few pictures of my little nippa hut….I actually didn’t mind it so much when I had 2 pillows to lay my bones on.
I learned how to play Sangka in the shelter, and so here is a picture of my home made sangka board:

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And here is the kitty that lives at the copshop that kept me company and became my best friend….her name is Mimi:

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Anyways, after I left there, I stayed with a wonderful woman who owns a group that offers free legal help to women and children dealing with abuse. Her group really does a lot of great things, and helps a lot of people….while I was there, they had a bike ride across three towns, but I couldn’t go because she had too many people in her car.
She has a fish pond, and here are a few cool shots from there:

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After I stayed at this house, I really hustled my butt off looking for a job…I met a few people in Valencia that introduced me to a few others, and one of the introductions was to the owners of White Chocolate Hills resort in Zamboangita….They liked me, and so they hired me!

The terrible part was that I had accepted a job with an older lady in Dumaguete, under the impression that I would be her companion, and do errands, some cooking, and bending and reaching for things that she needed….unfortunately, the job turned out to be more of a live-in maid situation, and also required me to give medical care if needed, which included needles.

Now, I don’t care if they’re mini-diabetes needles that you don’t even see….I DON’T FREAKIN DO NEEDLES.
PERIOD.
ZIPPO.

And the offer for the resort had exactly the same perks, room and board and meals….but also was offering double the salary.
I had to think ahead, and worry about my financial future. I took the job with the resort and I had to politely tell the Lady that I couldn’t work for her….it was a bit of an uncomfortable talk, but things are ok now, she’s fine…..

Her friend, a local writer for a local newspaper, however…was downright rude and insulting, telling me I had made a mistake, chose wrongly, ‘no wonder you’ve had so many jobs in your life’ and that I only look at the short term, not the long-run.

Excuse You?
I didn’t realize you knew me like that!
Furthermore, it is my very, very humble opinion that working for a company that provides health and security benefits, an actual contract, and whom do work with local charities and conservation groups, and are researching local marine preservation and aquaponics systems is looking further into the future than you can do, Buster.

Dude was WAY off base with his assumptions and judgements….but then again….most people who judge me are pretty darn off base.
I’m much more hidden to people than they realize.

Oh well.
I am having a great time here, and I’ve only been here two days.
I leave you with flowers that remind me of birds.

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