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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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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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