First of all, I am just so happy I found this blog. Love it! Brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye knowing I’m not the only one out there.
My story begins when my family decided to move to Malaysia (my mum being half english and half chinese/malaysian) since my mother wanted us to have a better life out of the UK.
I went to a Chinese “International” school and fell in love with a filipina girl. She was a year older than me (I was 15 and she was 16 at the time), but boy was I hit hard by the love bug!! Love at first sight, magical first kiss. Things went swimmingly for the couple of months that we were together. I learned her father was in the oil and gas industry, as was my whole family, and they had just relocated to Malaysia too and she would be spending her days up until university here which was music to my ears.
Everything was great until one morning she arrives at school crying her eyes out. Her father had found her phone and figured out she had a boyfriend. And I’m thinking OK, now I need to meet the parents and everything will be fine but oh wait, here was my first taste of filogic, he’s moving his wife and kid’s back to Philippines because his 16 year old daughter has a boyfriend??!! I was actually stunned at this logic even at such a young age. She wasn’t even allowed to finish the semester, she went back with her mum and brother within 2 days back to the Philippines while the father stayed and worked in Malaysia. Never have I been so angry, confused and just plain dumb founded. But this was just a taster of things to come.
We end up losing contact, but I can’t forget this girl, she is and will always be the love of my life. 5 years go by and I’m working offshore in Vietnam and we reconnect via facebook and I decide to go and see her after work. It turns out better than expected and we go to boracay for a 10 day holiday.
It is a beautiful island, but the constant “parrrrasaaasaillll, jet skkkiiiiiii sssssiiiirrr” spoils it for me. The dumb stare you get from strangers when you try to eat you food or walk around is my pet hate, this is for EVERYWHERE in the Philippines.
So I go back to work and return to the Philippines again this time staying with her family as they know about us again and as if by some magical age she has passed, she is finally allowed a boyfriend. This is my first real experience with a Filipino family. Trying to start and hold a conversation with her brother is seriously the hardest thing to do as he just can’t wait to go into his room and on his computer or phone. The mother is the laziest most self centred person I have ever come across. Dopy as a sack of potatoes. I wake up one morning to this kind of ringing sound. Awwwaaaaaaaaaa, awwwwaaaaaaaaa, aaaaawwwwwaaaaaaaaaaa. It goes on for a good 20 mins so I go downstairs to see whats happening. Turn’s out her mum is calling her daughter down (her name is Ara btw) to fetch her ipad which is located a mere 4ft away from her. I couldn’t believe the laziness of this woman, they have 2 maids which are scared shitless of her, her kids do not dare question anything she says or does. They even bow there heads if she is angry! WTF is that all about? What really gets under my skin is her constant showing off that she has been to Europe and thinks she knows how Europeans eat. 1 family dinner I am presented with a jolly burger meal while everyone else has their local food. So you just have to sit there with a false smile on your face and pretend like your’e not embarrassed. My mother would never dream of doing that! It’s just rude but they fail to see it. After speaking with her mum I just came to the conclusion that this is just a 9 year old inside and adults body.
I could go on and on about the filogic of the security systems, retarded drivers, gormless stares, corruption, friends of my girlfriends having the attention span of a goldfish, you guys seem like you have it all well covered in here and I love reading your stories. But I really need to touch on religion. I’m always asked what religion I am. Well I was very lucky, my parents told me when I was old enough to understand things that they were not going to make me choose anything. My mother’s mother was a serious catholic (you know what I mean) and didn’t want me or my sister to endure what she had to. They basically told me and my sister that we need to think for ourselves and make our own decisions on religion. We didn’t even need to pick a religion, they would love us no matter what. Filipino’s have a very difficult time in understanding this. When I ask them “why are you catholic/christian?” it’s usually some bullshit like “i have the faith” or whatever generic response is programmed into them.
It’s time to wake up. You are not christian/catholic because you have the faith, you are because your parents MADE you one. And their parents made them one, and their parents before them made one, all they way back to when the spanish brought it over. It’s almost a type of brainwashing technique. I do believe religion can be good but it needs to be discovered on your own and not force fed. The whole thing is just so shallow there. My girlfriends family drive a 6 hour round trip every sunday to go see a pastor at a church cause he is entertaining. The whole god bless and bible verses on peoples messages and emails is just pathetic. It really is country almost full of backwards thinking people that have been completely screwed by the spanish and catholicism to the point of no return. It’s like a dog that has broke its leg, you attempt to help the dog fix its leg but he wont let you. You sit and wonder “does this dog enjoy the pain?” “Does it want to spend the rest of its days paralysed?” I’m sure I’ll never figure out the reasons, all I do want is to get my girlfriend out of there before it’s too late. Thank god she’s not like the others.
P.S : The comedy scene in Philippines burns my ears and eyes. The fake high pitched laughs and gays talking about weird things reminds me of what a cartoon show would be like for kids that are adults that are mentally challenged. *shudders*Published in