I’m writing this as a “Thank You” article dedicated to @Filofail and a few other authors (@CebuBear, @Eric, and @heyjoe) on here who had helped me out with life-saving advice back in May, because believe it or not, that same experience I was raising hell about here on PFB.com had occurred again.
Before I proceed with the main story, I need to give you all a short introduction to my new hang-out buddy, who I happen to admire a lot. Yeah, she is a Filipina, but she is not the idiot type, I can guarantee that. Unlike my Filipina idiot wife, I’m able to hold a conversation with her for at least an hour without our topic going dull, and talking to her is almost no different than talking to any American. She isn’t illogically religious, and she disagrees with the many behavior patterns that most Filipinos engage in. She completed 2 Bachelor degrees and currently going for her masters. She is strongly against the driving conditions in Philippines, so she is clearly more awakened than most Filipinos around here.
The biggest downside to her, is also the biggest downside to me, is that she is just as spunky as I am and holds high regards towards her principles. Unfortunately, she hasn’t come to terms that some Filipinos may have a severely damaged sense of principles, and she had to face that first hand last night on our first night out. (12July2014)
*Now the story begins*
After knowing her for only a few days, I decided to treat her out for a special night in Malate’s Entertainment district, same place I was in when I got screwed over that day. She provided the transportation, and I provided the cash and little knowledge I knew about the place. No matter how many times I go there, I could never figure out the geography of that place. So we been walking for hours and no luck finding a bar. Running out of luck, patience, and time. We decided to stop and ask for directions to the nearest hip bar/pub.
Then here we go, she ends up talking to one of my mortal enemies, “THE PEDICAB DRIVERS” After a short conversation she had with one of them, we ended up hopping in then he started peddling. I ALREADY knew what I was getting myself into, but it beats walking (we were exhausted). I had a 100php bill ready and gave it to her for the payment (which sounds like a reasonable over-charge payment). Well we got to our destination, and she handed him a 20 peso bill as we exited the cart.
Her being a Filipina, she is aware of how much it SHOULD cost, but she wasn’t AWARE of how CORRUPTED the pinoys are in this area. Being in an entertainment district flooded with foreigners, they are use to extorting hand-fulls of cash from naive foreigners. Then OF COURSE, he saw that I was a foreigner. So likely, he denied the 20 pesos and demanded more. So she threw in another 20 and got out. We tried to make our way to the bar, but the pesky bum kept following us arguing over his 40 peso fare. She was getting upset and started to argue with him in Tagalog. I could tell that she was extremely frustrated and was talking about getting the police involved. I tried to give him an extra 20 to shut him up, but he still WANTED MORE.
I knew in my mind that only 100 pesos would be enough to shut this guy up, but just like me, she is ALL about fighting for her principles and what is RIGHT! I remembered how ugly this turned out last time, and now these pieces of shits are trying to ruin a good time with my girlfr-i……. ergh!..I mean…. drinking buddy. I understand she was just trying to be a sweetheart and save me money by not surrendering the 100php to him, but after a little one-on-one talk with her about paying the price for happiness, and how it’s worth just giving him the 100 pesos so we can begin our merry night, she finally gave in and gave him the 100. He walked away talking shit, but at least he finally went away.
She had no idea how relative my situation a few months ago was to this moment, and I felt every little ounce of anger and frustration she felt. After having our first drink, all that drama went out the window and was completely forgotten. If I was ALL about defending my principles like I was before, then that night could’ve ended with cops (who are even more corrupted) and police stations, instead of Dee-Jays and bars. Ultimately, she was right. I know where she was coming from, but comparing the difference of the upcoming circumstances, I’m glad I remembered the advice I was given here that split second and put all principles aside. I’m thankful that I had learned some serious shit on this blog lately, or my night could’ve went to hell. That would be a fucked up first date.Published in