I am Filipina. I am God’s gift. I am proud.
You did not marry me because you love me,
you married me because I am so great.
Therefore, you must give me everything my heart desires,
and you must center your entire world around me.
If you don’t, I will make your life a living hell.
Because it’s all about ME.
I would to like to give the readers of this forum a little of my insight on the cultural trait called “tampo”–one of the primary traits that that these smooth-skinned baboons have (primarily women, but men are known to exhibit it as well). Tampo is somewhat like the “silent treatment” that is common with women who have been “scorned” in some way, but, IMHO, tampo is much more than that. Below I will explain why.
But first, I would like to tell you a story of an experience I had barely hours after I made the biggest mistake of my life (marriage to a flip), then make an analysis of that and how it relates to tampo.
For our honeymoon, the aswang and I decided to fly down to Davao City, spend several days at a resort on the Island of Samal, then several more days at a resort at the foot of Mt. Apo. The old airport at Cagayan De Oro is a typical third-world airport, and after we checked in and went through security (I can’t remember if the metal detectors were working that day, oftentimes they didn’t), we had about an hour before the flight was scheduled to depart. While waiting, I saw an american missionary couple who attended my Big Mistake (the wedding) two days before, and I needed to speak with them to request a notarised statement from them stating that they witnessed the wedding of the two of us. They were not more than 5 meters from where the aswang was sitting, and after speaking to them, I walked over to a little snack bar to get some treats for our flight. That snack bar was no more than 10 meters from where she was sitting.
The plane arrived and we were directed to walk out onto the tarmac to board. Now, I am a pilot (private, not commercial), aircraft owner, and lover of aviation, so getting up close to the “big iron” is something that really excites me (mainly because I wanted to be an airline pilot ever since I was a teenager). While walking out to our plane, another arrives and taxis close, and I walk a very short distance away from her, for a very brief moment, to snap pictures of the arriving bird.
We board the plane, with me taking the window seat (as always!) and the aswang next to me in the aisle seat. Immediately, I sensed something different about her. Now, we are finally “Mr. & Mrs.” (in retrospect, much to my dismay), so I would have thought that she would be excited, but she started feeling cold and a bit distant, with her head turned toward the centre aisle instead of toward me. At the time, I figured she was a bit nervous over this big change in her life, so I didn’t think too much of it.
We take off and fly to Davao, landing (surprisingly) on-time. As we are about to disembark, I stick my head up in the Flight Deck to say hello to the pilots and to snap a couple of pictures (how a flip can garner the intelligence, skills, and judgment to fly a plane is beyond me, but that can be another topic for discussion). As we walk toward the terminal, a Planes Always Late (PAL) 747 taxis up practically alongside us. Now I get really excited, for though I have flown in 747s in the past on my overseas trips, this was the first time I ever got up close to one of them outside of a terminal or jetway! So I take a brief moment to snap a couple of pix, then hurry on back to her.
While waiting for our ride (I knew someone who lived in Davao and he and his wife offered to pick us up from the airport and take us to the little ferry terminal that will take us to Samal), I could really sense that she was cold and distant. Full blown tampo. Oh, brother. Of course, this was not my first experience with tampo (she has done that to me ever since we first got into a serious relationship—oh, what a fool I was to have ignored those big “red flags”!), but—as in the past tampo fits from her—I felt I did something wrong to cause it (remember the cultural trait of “blame-shifting” that those vermin are masters of).
Our ride comes, they give us a quick tour of Davao, we have lunch, all the while the aswang only made small-talk with me. We then are taken to the ferry terminal, take a quick ferry across to the resort on Samal (while riding across the strait, I took a picture of her and her face had “tampo” written all over it), then we checked in to the resort.
While lying down together on the bed (with her acting so cold we did not need air conditioning), I commented, “This is not a good way to start our honeymoon.”
She said nothing for about a minute, then turned to me and said,
“You left me alone at the airport.”
Still being naïve of the blame-shifting that characterises those baboons, I profusely apologised but could not understand where I left her “alone.” I then thought back to when we were at the waiting area and how I first went to speak with those two missionaries, then went to the snack bar, and assumed that, because she was not accustomed to traveling, just being that short distance away from her made her nervous.
But perhaps that was not the reason….
In the years since that incident, and as the “blinders” were removed from my eyes and I started seeing them for what they really are—subhuman vermin who only see Westerners as ATMs and Sugar Daddies—I reconsidered that and the many other incidents of “tampo” I experienced from her.
Thinking back to that honeymoon tampo fit, I first thought that she got nervous because she was in a public area by herself and she is a simple girl who is afraid that someone will harm her without her “man” alongside to protect her. A plausible reason, right?
But, years later, I got to thinking, she has traveled many other times before—by jeepney, by bus, by ferry, and by aircraft—all by herself. Of all of those forms of transportation, traveling by air is undoubtedly the safest because of the strict security measures they take (statistically, even in the Banana Republic of the Philthappines, you have a much better chance getting hit by lightning than you have being blown up by a terrorist). Certainly, being in the departure area of an airport terminal, with guards everywhere and where everyone has been checked for weapons, is easily the safest public area one can be in.
So why would she get into such a tither over being “left alone at the airport”?
I eventually came to realise that the answer is that, for those brief moments where I had gone to talk with other people, get snacks, and take pictures, I had taken my focus off of HER.
And now that I am much wiser as to the ways of those baboons—especially the baboons of the female gender—it is evidently clear that she was demanding that I center my entire world around HER. At all times.
And those times when I did not center my world around HER, she gave me tampo.
So please consider this as a warning to any Westerner who is interested in getting involved with one of those smooth-skinned baboons: That “girl of your dreams” will demand that you center your world (and your wallet) around her! Once she takes “ownership” of you—either after your first sexual relationship, or after the moment when you start to “go steady”, in her (feeble) mind you belong to her, and she will expect you to treat her that way.
Tampo is nothing more than a weapon used by flips to attempt to manipulate and control others, and when they go into full-blown tampo, they will blame-shift to make you feel that you are the “bad guy”.
Please do not fall into that trap. Get out if you can, or better yet, do not get involved with them in the first place.
You have been forewarned.Published in