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I just want to share with you guys my experience with my recent trip to Europe. Well, this trip is a bit more exciting cause I’m meeting my in-laws for the first time after me & my Amore tied the knot and we had our delayed honeymoon in Paris right after meeting my husbands family. I’ll just point out some comparison between the two places I’ve just visited: Italy (Treviso, Jesolo, & Cortina) & Paris.

ITALY. What can I say, since the first time I went there 2 years ago, I’ve always been wanting to go back there for so many reasons. One of the biggest reason is the FOOD! Authentic Italian food is simply the best. Eating is like a celebration of life. All the little details that we seem to take for granted when we live in a modern and fast paced country is the little things that really impressed me. Italian food is tasty. Amore’s mom prepares the food every dinner for us. She’s the best! She always makes sure she’s got every food & drinks in the table that I love and that I would be interested to try. From the aperitif to the appetizer to the main course to the secondary course, dessert, wine, coffee, and grappa, whoa….simply amazing. She always makes sure she has a pitcher of wine on the fridge for me, and prepares the best gelatto & ‘macedonia’ combination of dessert. She prepares steak with just simple ingredients and it tastes wonderful. Oh, how I love Mama Nicoletta’s cooking! You can taste her motherly love on the food she prepares. Eating out isn’t a problem, wherever you are in Italy, you don’t have to choose which restaurant to go to get good food. Pizza is fantastic everywhere, it’s not like the thick-crust, cheese-filled, calorie-packed pizza that we normally have. It’s so tasty and you can eat it even with just a thin layer of mozarella (the real one) cheese and pomodoro (tomato) for toppings. No tabasco please, it ruins the flavor of real Italian pizza. Pasta, you’ll find the best variety of pasta in Italy (of course it’s where pasta originated!). But in this place, pasta is simply amazing (esp Mama Nico’s ragu pasta!huh). Ragu pasta is the typical pasta we have in the Philly, we call it pasta bolognese. The difference is, the taste. I don’t know why when I tried to cook the same ingredients in the Phils, it still taste different. But Amore said one thing that makes the pasta taste good is the water used in boiling the pasta. Coming from a rice-addict country, I wouldn’t think that’s possible. But yes it’s true. Cause its still safe to drink tap water in Italy. So that means, no chemicals to ruin the taste of pasta. Also the meat tastes different. And of course the way they prepare and cook it, it’s in the Italian blood to make good food. Also snacks isn’t hard to find in Italy, esp in Treviso. Good tramezinni and bruschettini are everywhere with variations on toppings. They dont eat junk like McDo which is why I appreciate them for eating simply prepared food and achieving the best taste. Prosecco (the Italian champagne, which i think is even better than the champagne I tasted in Paris) is drank like water and it’s cheap (not Phil cheap, Euro cheap, hehe!). Gelatto (the Italian ice cream) is the real gelatto. I have one favorite drink that I can drink almost 7-10 glasses everyday that makes me drunk & already sleepy at 6pm. They call it SPRITZ. A mix of prosecco, sparkling water, and Aperol (an alcoholic drink) with a slice of orange. This drink is just addictive! Originated from Veneto, and mostly served there for aperitif. I miss this drink everytime I’m in Shanghai (we don’t have the Aperol here!). Another reason why I simply love Italy is it’s PEOPLE, so warm and accomodating. Whenever I’m with Amore’s friends or I meet somebody new, I feel so accepted and they’re all nice to a foreign stranger like me. Italian’s don’t seem to have this feeling of arrogance, unlike other nationalities I’ve met (they’re famous for their arrogance anyways…you know which nationalities those people are. I prefer not to mention any). Everywhere you go in Italy, people say "ciao", dialect for "hello". Isn’t it a wonderful feeling to go inside a cafe in the morning and always the people you meet say ciao? It really makes my day and makes me want to go to the cafe every morning! FASHION is also another thing about Italians. I LOVE ITALIAN FASHION! The details, the quality, the design, and all. So chic & elegant. OMG, i love to see Italian people so dressed up even when they’re just going to town for coffee. I can tell they’re so picky with clothes, shoes, & accessory. Every Italian has their own sense of fashion and elegance and i love seeing it. Even my Mama Nico is so fashionable that I was so surprised the first time I met her. Her & papa Valerio are driving this cool Benz around town. To match their fashion with their car, Mama wears a cool jeans skirt and an Italian leather boots to match it with. She looked young yet elegant in her outfit, not the trying-so-hard-to-look-young punk. So is Papa Valerio. When we go out for dinner or on any event, she never fails to compliment me on my fashion choice. She’s keeping an eye on it. Because of this, i sometimes feel the need to impress her all the time and it’s not easy. That’s why she’s so proud to introduce me to her amici over dinners & drinks. Of course, another thing i love about Italy is their ARTS & ARCHITECTURES. i don’t need to elaborate further on this. The worlds most famous painting La Gioconda, even if it’s in The Louvre in Paris, is done by an Italian from Florence. On this trip I’ve learned that a lot of works of art in Paris’ palaces, esp in Chateau de Versailles are made by Italian artists. Surprising for me. For these and many more reasons (maybe because my husband is also Italian, hehe!) i simply love Italy and can’t get enough of it.

So much about Italy, let me tell you more about Paris. Paris in comparison to those cities or towns I’ve been to in Italy, is a big city and it’s multicultural. A huge percentage of the population are Asian, African, & Indian immigrants. I had so much expectation from Paris simply because it’s Paris. It’s one of the most visited cities in the world. Rich in arts & culture. My Brit officemate once told me that he’s disappointed with Paris and that i shouldnt expect too much from it. Never had I thought i would have the chance to see Paris for real. I dont know if i had the same experience or the same level of satisfaction with other people who’s been to Paris . But let me tell you about my experience.

Of course, France is known for it’s good food & wine. First thing me & my husband was looking forward to is the FOOD! We heard a lot of Italians complain about French food. But I want to try it for myself. Cheese for sure is good. But finding good normal proper meal is quite difficult for us. We found our first meal in Paris in a small brasserie just 5 minute walk away from our hotel. My Amore ordered a strange menu (most restaurants dont have English menu) he doesnt even know what it is. Since part of our trip was an adventure (we dont much about Paris), he risked his lunch. I got myself steak to play safe (i know how steak tastes like of course). It’s surprising for me that most meals served in Paris comes with French Fries & a disgusting salad (full of cream sauce). When our meal arrived, we’re both surprised to fnd out that we both ordered a same piece of meat but with different names, mine cooked rare & his well-done, with the same side dishes. The steak isnt tasty, the meat so hard, & I cant eat the salad. I can cook better food than that. But we didnt dissappoint ourselves with our first meal. We thought maybe we just have to find the right restaurants. For sure somewhere in Champs Elysees we will find one. Champs Elysees is a famous historical hi-way of Paris and now its packed with big shops & brasseries. When we hit Champs, we tried but failed again. Cant elaborate further. So the meal after that we hit the Moroccan restaurant which is pretty satisfactory to our taste. It’s pretty cheap too but satisfying. Our biggest dissatisfaction was on our first morning in Paris. After the disappointing meals, we were so excited to have breakfast cause for sure nothing can go wrong with a French croissant. It’s French! But the problem now is we have nowhere to get food in the morning! F*ck! We left the hotel to hit patisseries to get a taste of real French croissant but what the h*ll! We’ve been to almost all the patisseries around our area but they dont have food in the morning. What do they eat for breakfast? I dont have any idea! I see men drinking beer and liquor in the patisseries in the morning. What the F***? Beer? Beer? Beer? Sh*t! I was starving but, tsk, tsk! So we decided to have just a cup of espresso. Espresso isnt good, full stop. The next morning we just decided to eat our the hotel where they serve not-so-good croissants and brewed coffee (not really what i imagined a French breakfast would be).

One night we decided to see the beauty of the Eiffel tower on her glittering lights. To make the experience breathtaking, we decided to get the view over dinner to a nearby fine-dining restaurant. There’s only one restaurant along Palais de Chaillot that has a view to the tower. So we had our "romantic-Paris" dinner there. It’s fine dining! I was thinking "at last, i will have a taste of the real French cuisine, haha!". But wait, they serve the same thing, meat, creamy salad, & French fries. It’s ridiculous! Where can I find those things I see in the TV??? Same dining experience, costly but not gastronomically satisfying. It’s disappointing. I thought it’s like Italy, where street food in the country is even better than those fine-dining Italian food outside the country. Where the best food is kept and the second best are being exported to give the world a taste of Italian cuisine. I realized Paris is just like any other big cities, of course if you go to 5-star restaurants you get the most satisfactory food, pay more to get more. Uh-uh…no, no. Not impressive. Just because it’s Paris doesnt make it extraordinary when it comes to food. I can have good French food in Shanghai and spend the same costly experience I get in Paris. I dont have to go to Paris to do that. But I wanted the experience.  That was our last night so it was too late to find a better, or rather, best of the best restaurant in town. Our food experience was dissatisfying. Well, maybe i’ll try in Shanghai, good, fine-dining French cuisine. Maybe I’ll find satisfaction, huh!

FASHION, French fashion is elegant but I love the strong look of its Italian counterpart. Well, people have different tastes in fashion so you can judge by yourself.

The PEOPLE?.

The only thing that impressed me about Paris is Paris itself. The city is so beautiful. It’s ARTS & ARCHITECTURE are amazing. With contributions from Italian artists of course. One has to see it to experience the feeling. There’s too many things to see in Paris that a week isn’t enough to see it all. So if you plan a trip there, you have to prepare yourself to a lot of walking. If you want to see everything and deeply appreciate the arts, stay longer than 2 weeks. This will give you enough time to go around every museum, every palais, and every jardin and enough time to drain your energy with all the walking. For sure you dont wanna walk more.

They say it’s a romantic city, the place looks romantic but the feeling isn’t because there’s too many tourists everyhere that even in climbing up to the Eiffel Tower you have to wait on a very long queue. (I wonder how Tom Cruise proposed to Katie Holmes on the top of the tower. For sure they have to close the vicinity).  Every place you have to go into, you have to wait on a queue. Of course this is a must knowing that Paris is so famous among tourists around the world. But this scene doesnt give me a feeling of romanticity. It’s quite annoying. I dont have patience for this. I easily get irritated when i wait too long.

Judging from my experience, I can say, it’s a nice place to visit but not a good place to live. Not where I want to be. I am happy where I am now knowing that the charm of the city considered to be the most beautiful in the world didn’t work on me as how i thought it would. This experience makes me appreciate Shanghai even more.

Everyone who visits the same place definitely have a unique experience on their travel. That would depend on their interests and on their priorities. Don’t base your travel plan according to what you learn from other people. See it and experience it yourself. NOthing is more satifying than feeding our curiousity.

Cicco said one of the characters in the movie, Milly Wilder (Mandy Moore) is so me. At first, i wondered why. For those of you who have seen the movie, you will also be a bit confused why Cicco said so. When I asked him why, he just asked me to watch the movie together with him even when he’s already seen it alone while i was in the Phils for a month to arrange for our wedding. He’s so excited for me to watch the movie and set aside the new DVDs i bought that he hasn’t seen yet. I was so ‘rompi coglioni’ all throughout while we were watching that every second i asked him the big WHY??? I couldnt be like that character, I’m not desperate to get a guy (hehe, lucky me!), and I’m not a workaholic! After almost the mid part of the movie, i still kept asking him why that character is so me & i still didnt get it! Then came that part of the movie wherein Milly said the phrase "He has a way of calming me down" and my Cicco suddenly said "It’s so you amore". Only because of that phrase was my Cicco able to associate me with this character. Why? because I always tell him the same thing everytime i felt sober from my tantrums. I always tell him "You have a way of calming me down". I’m not totally like Milly at all. It’s just that when Cicco was watching this movie he was alone & i was away for so long that when he heard this phrase, he remembered me saying this to him a lot of times. Yes, he’s the only person who has ever totally understood my shifting moods. He has his way of calming me down. I can never be mad at him, 5 minutes is too much already. Then he starts to make me smile. Everytime I get pissed with him, I cant be pissed all the way. I hate it but i love him. I thought such a perfect relationship is impossible for a couple specially when you’ve been together for a quite a while, but he proved me wrong. When my day is full of sh*t, he always makes me feel better when I get home. He makes me wake up everyday feeling thankful for being in-love & being so loved. Even sleeping in the night is always interrupted by sweet kisses & i-love- you whispers from my wonderful Cicco. Oh, where can I find such a wonderful person like my Cicco. I love him so much & I couldn’t ask for anything more. He is just so perfect for me, God’s perfect gift for me. I found love, I found great love & I can say it’s perfect love because I said so…and you don’t know.

Anyone who has gone through the agony of losing someone he/she loves so much will still wish against all odds to have that love back again. But sometimes, a love lost is a love gone forever. No amount of hope can bring back to life a relationship that just died a natural death. Set yourself free, let your hearts spread its wings and fly. Remember, it may rain for 40 days and 40 nights, but still it will not rain forever. One day, the pouring will stop and there will be plenty of branches where you can find rest. One of these is where you will build your nest and start over again. It’s never too late. You may find love and lose it but, WHEN LOVE DIES, YOU NEVER DIE WITH IT. You cannot be a redeemer all your life. The best way to weigh a relationship is through the test of fire. You cannot be a loser with your mistakes forever. We all fall and make wrong decisions, but our blunders are not meant to bury us deep in misery, but to teach us the valued lessons of life. Loving is always a learning process… with love we learn how to CARE AND SACRIFICE. We learn to SHARE AND REACH OUT. We learn to be UNSELFISH AND GIVE MORE THAN WE CAN. Then, when everything doesn’t end well, we learn how it feels like to fall and get hurt. But learning doesn’t have to end there. After our fall, we strive to get back on our feet and move on. This is where we learn that LIFE DOESN’T END WHERE OUR HEARTACHES BEGIN. THERE’S NO FUTURE FOR A RELATIONSHIP OF LIES AND SELFISHNESS. It’s true, there is life in love. But, there can still be life even after losing love. If you leave the past behind and let your heart heal, then you give yourself the chance to find yourself again. The success of a relationship lies not only in the beauty of its beginning, but in its consistency. Make a choice not on impulse but a decision based on a healthy balance of mind and heart. Let us always remember that… HAPPINESS IS NOT A MATTER OF DESTINY BUT A MATTER OF CHOICE. There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon becomes a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person is not deserving of our love. We start our desperate attempt to make it work, but in the end, our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves. YOU DON’T HAVE TO FORGET SOMEONE YOU LOVE. WHAT YOU NEED TO LEARN IS HOW TO ACCEPT THE VERDICT OF REALITY WITHOUT BEING BITTER OR SORRY FOR YOURSELF. YOU WOULD BE BETTER OFF GIVING THAT DEDICATION AND LOVE TO SOMEONE MORE DESERVING. Don’t let your heart run your life. Be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well. Always remember that if you lose someone today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow. IF YOU LOSE LOVE, IT DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU HAVE FAILED IN LOVE. CRY IF YOU HAVE TO, BUT MAKE SURE THAT TEARS WASH AWAY THE HURT AND THE BITTERNESS THAT THE PAST LEFT YOU WITH. LET GO OF YESTERDAY AND LOVE WILL FIND ITS WAY BACK TO YOU. And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime. A woman on the rebound could easily fall for sweeping emotions and be made to falsely believe that she finally stumbled upon the right man… when what she just found is only someone to cover up for the love she lost. A man who makes a promise with words and not with actions may never live up to fulfill them. IT’S TRUE THAT LOVE CAN WAIT FOREVER, BUT IT IS CRAZY TO STUBBORNLY HOPE FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T EVEN CARE OR UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL…
And this is how I learned…

It was a Wednesday, pretty busy day at the office, like any other ordinary working day. Renee, my seatmate was so busy chatting with her friends, Maggie was on the phone talking to her BF in HK. After a while, they paused, then Maggie whispered something to Renee. Renee’s eyes grew wide open like it was really something exciting what Maggie told her. I was on the phone with an agent in HK and browsing through a client’s files but my eyes were all staring at Renee & Maggie. Can’t wait to get off the phone. After a hard core argument with the agent, I forgot to get upset cause I was so excited to know the news. Is it good or bad? Whew! Renee left me hanging so I rompi coglioni her tanto to tell me the news. Then she whispered to me in a soft & happy voice: "Maggie is soon leaving for HK.." What???!!! So soon??? How soon??? In three days…what d f*ck! Sh*t! I’m happy for her but soooooo sad she’s leaving Shanghai! Maggie is one of my closest friends in the office, I’ve had a lot before, Mandy, Tina, Flora, Beth…they all left! Like my previous ‘tongshi’ (chinese name for officemates), Maggie is one I go home with, shop with, have coffee with, share lunch with, etc. We have this habit of window shopping before going home from work which ends up swiping our cards in the counter. We have a lot of things in common: Mango, Zara, Italian men, philosophy in love and in life, etc. I really felt bad about her moving out of Shai too soon. This means just me & Renee. This is only the first day of my agony.

Thursday came…Renee is not on her table, she’s stuck in a meeting with the Senior Associates and her boss. When she went back to the office, she looked so confused & unhappy. Then she told me she’s leaving in a week, her boss’ leaving Shai & she wants to find another job. She doesn’t wanna stick around working for another associate. Her feelings are contagious, I panicked, worry, confused if I would still want to stay, after knowing in just two consecutive days that my closest buddies will be leaving soon. That leaves me hanging out with the guys…naaaaahhh…it’s different, gurl talks! But I can handle…ok, I love those guys. They’re so nice to us Maggie, Me, & Renee.

I thought I had enough for that week, Friday came. Owen (my boss) talked to me & just blurted out another surprise, he will be moving to another office a few floors above our current office cause he just got promoted. That means I’m also moving upstairs with him. This time, greater responsibility and dealing with new people. Oh noh, what’s happenin to the world???!! Have I been too rude on those Chinese on the subway that I’m being punished??

That was the greatest weekend of my life, most tragic that is, news varies everyday & even before I can make any plans, things around me changes. To top it off, we had a sad buffet dinner in the usual Japanese restaurant we used to go to. All of us girls, and all the guys. Then before our first sip of ’sake’, James announced he’s leaving soon for NYC. Dinner was good but my tummy was churning, you know that feeling of uncertainty, fear, & worry. AMA won’t be the same again. Before we left, Panicko had a fight with the restaurant manager for a small service problem. That led us all with no appetite to go out & have fun after dinner. We all left the restaurant in our separate ways, sad. I’m not gonna see Maggie Monday at the office again and this is how it ended.

It’s so sad living in a city like Shanghai, people come and go and nobody is certain to stay. Just like me & Manuel, we ‘might’ leave Shai, who knows. My ex-boss Viviana already left, she’s now enjoying her home in Roma while her Shai BF went back to LA. Irina will soon be leaving for Poland, to manage her dads new company. Lisbeth ‘might’ move to Australia or Spain (wherever she feels like). Manuela is soon moving to India, Dirga is already there. Dennis the Russian already left. Most of those youngsters I met last summer are no longer here, they just stayed for a year to study Chinese: Juan, Jose, David, Hassam, etc. No more house parties with them. There may be new faces, but the party’s not the same. Every people I meet here seems interesting but from now on, I will try to avoid getting too close to them. It hurts me when friends leave. It’s nice to meet new people but I prefer old friends, they’re more valuable to me. I think this is how my friends way back in Cebu felt when I left for Shanghai. I was also sad when I left it really broke my heart, I miss my kagaw friends, my elnk friends, expedia friends, handuo-handuo… the only way I can keep them all is to keep those bitter sweet memories in my heart. to all my friends, even when I don’t have time to call you or SMS you, i miss you all. Thanks for being a significant part of my life.

I wonder why some people on this planet can’t say something good about their so called "friends" (well, they pretend to call it that way). Maybe they’re just totally BORED or LOST or is jealousy or insecurity crawling on their veins? I don’t wanna waste my time burying myself over bitter "friends" cause they drag negativity to my very positive life! I value friendship & most of my friends have been there for more than decades now and I don’t loose them because I am, they say, a good friend. Once you’re my friend, you will always be my friend for life. Otherwise…tsk! tsk! Lost of communication or distance will not change that. I love all of my friends and if you’re just one heck of a hell pretending to be one, get lost & leave my page. You’re not my friend if all you can say about me is all negative, and most of all, you’re not a friend to everybody cause you’re doing the same thing to them I’m sure of that. SO LEAVE THEIR PAGES AS WELL. Shame on you bitch!

I just wish for those fake ones to find REAL friends like what I have. They’re precious, and not effortlessly gained. If you want them to stick around your ass, you have to be a "friend" to them and it’s not just about pretending to be one, it’s a 24-7 job. It’s give & take & not take & take. It’s not easy, but this is what you can truly call "blissfull".

You can’t brag to people what a happy life you really have when all you do is ruin happy peoples lives. That’s not being happy at all. Again, it’s BITTERNESS. Total happiness is gained when you’re happy for everything that happens to you & to the people around you & not be bitter about what might have been the life you could’ve had.  If you’re truly happy, you will be drowning in your own happiness that you won’t even have a glimpse of bitterness of other peoples lives. Yeah you can tell people you’re witty or smart, but that’s not a category for friendship. Ahhm not smart, but for sure I have tons of friends! Happy, yeah right…kiss my shiny white ass.

I’m not bitter about anything and will not be. I don’t have bitterness left in my nerves since life has always been too kind to me. I have a bitter past, but it all happened for a reason. So I’m still thankful for that. And everytime I reminisce those bitter memories, you will see that grin on my face. So if there’s anybody bitter with the happiness I am living right now, don’t waste my time and your time. I’d rather send email to friends to say "hello" than to say "hell" to an unworthy person.  If you continue to feel bitter, you may die rich but unhappy. You will drag it to your grave. And you will be a very ugly ghost, eowwww…hahahaha!

When I stand up for
Myself and my beliefs,
They call me a
Bitch.

When I stand up for
Those I love,
They call me a
Bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
Or do things my own way, they call me a
Bitch.

Being a bitch
Means I won’t compromise what’s
In my heart.
It means I live my life
MY way.
It means I won’t allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to
Tolerate injustice and
Speak against it, I am
Defined as a
Bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for
Myself instead of being everyone’s maid, or when

I act a little selfish

It means I have the courage and strength to allow

Myself to be who I truly am and won’t become

Anyone else’s idea of what they think I

"should" be.

I am outspoken,
Opinionated and determined. I want what I want

And there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me,
Try to douse my inner flame, try to squash

Every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won’t succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch ,
So be it
I embrace the title and
Am proud to bear it.

B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself

B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman

B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything

Check out his website listed at the end to get a glimpse at this fool who’s spreading this hateful ignorance. And check his wife as well. This letter is so degrading, I think it’s really important that everybody read this and not attack him, but respond to him in a civilized manner because otherwise his thoughts will be reaffirmed. Understand that not everyone has a viewpoint like we do, and that this is an opinion of someone who hopefully can be changed only by civil actions.
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Filipinos…..*make me puke* (Art Bell)

As we’ve all come to notice, in the past few decades, Filipinos have begun to infest the United States like some sort of disease. Their extensive involvement in the U.S. Armed Forces is proof of the trashy kind of qualities all filipinos tend to exhibit on a regular basis. You can see this clearly by studying the attitudes and cultural Icons of most Filipino Americans.

Origins of Pinoys/Pinays:

Are they really asian? Well we’ve come to accept the fact the filipinos come from a part of the world known as South East Asia. But the term "Asia" is used in the wrong way. You may notice that contemporary Filipino Americans try very hard to associate themselves with groups that we know as Asian. I cannot count the number of times I have seen a ‘Third World’ Filipino try to connect themselves to the chinese or Japanese people. There is no connection and here’s why. The Philippines is a Third World country. Nothing respectable has EVER been created by Filipino people during our entire human history. Young filipino men in America have become obsessed with "import racing". They have an enormously perverted affection for Japanese cars. It’s a common phenomenon. In their minds, these Filipinos somehow believe that they are asian and that it somehow connects them to Japanese people and japanese cars. They often take credit for the ingenuity of Japanese people and say how it’s an "Asian thing". This term…"Asian thing" derived directly from African American slang "black thang". "It’s a black thang." "It’s an asian thang."

You can see the connection. It’s even funnier that, in Japan, Filipinos are heavily discriminated against. The only filipinos that can live successfully in Japan are the filipino prostitutes. But that’s the case for most Filipino people no matter where they live in th e world. Now we’ve come down to this fact…and it is a fact.

Nothing in Filipino Culture can be seen as Asian.

They have no architectural, artistic, or cultural influence which is in ANY way, asian. Thinking of the great countries in Asia such as Japan, Korea, and China there is no way you can possibly connect the Philippine Islands. This assault by filipino americans to connect themselves with the great peoples of North East Asia is foul and disgusting. Try visiting a young filipino’s web site too.

You’ll see something called the "Asian IRC Ring". It has to do with the chatrooms. The most horrible thing about this is that these TRASHY people are trying to associate themselves with Asia again!! People in Asia don’t act like this at all. What we are seeing here is the natural Filipino in its element with full access to technology and this is how they act! You will consistently see this behavior over and over again.

Another interest ing thing is that these "thirdworld" people also frequent RC chatrooms such as ..chinese ..japan and ..asian. They must believe that they are somehow related racially or culturally to North Asians. But it’s completely WRONG! There might have been some distant contact With China and even less with Japan during World War II, but these people are actually more closely related to african americans and Mexican americans.

Do the parents of these young filipinos know what’s going on? Would they accept this? I believe that they would and do. This is the natural "Trash" element in filipinos manifesting itself. Nothing good has ever come from Philippines and I don’t believe anything good ever will.

Recognizing your Roots (A Message to Filipinos). To all filipino people:
Please recognize your ROOTS! You come from the Third World! You country is a disgusting and filthy place. Most people there live in poverty! Your culture has MUCH MORE SPANISH influence than chinese, and absolutely no JAPANESE influence whatsoever. People in Japan and China, d o not act like you. They do not constantly talk about sex and they have a MUCH HIGHER level of RESPECT for each other. There is NO WAY that you can connect yourself to Asia other than location.

Your culture and technological advancement does no! t even come CLOSE to What Chinese, people have done in the past and what Japanese and Korean people are doing now! Everything you do is distinctly filipino. You cannot take credit for Japanese cars, video games, or Hentai! It’s not an "asian thing" it’s an "American thing". You have no concept of culture…no concept of asian ideas or asian philosophy! Can you demonstrate how you use Confucianism or Taoism in you everyday life?? You can’t. And you will NEVER be able to.

I understand that you are trying to create an identity for yourselves as young people… but it is NOT related to Asia. Your Identity is Filipino.
That’s all you are. Just Filipino. Think about what that means….

Many times in my life I made mistakes. I thought that I was running out of time to correct those mistakes and it was too late to try again (tigulang na kaayo ko!). As I tried my best to make things better, things got worst (ugh unlucky bitch!). What I didn’t know is that the reason behind all those series of "jinx" that I call it, is to make myself perfect for somebody who is just waiting to come into my life (or to bump into him in a prosti infested bar…eyyyyy!!!! I didnt know that!). That somebody who turned my destiny 360 degrees (makalipong) and makes me feel simply so in-love with him everyday. So now that I’m on the real scene (like the real catfight with my for-life partner ehh???ey, we don’t fight like that! ), I know how to act "civilized" and forget my immature stupidity (like flying pillows, pulled out sheets & curtains, broken mirrors in a must-be-sound-proofed room! ). hehe, I’m just one lucky bitch! Uuy asa naman ang one fine day ani? When I met my Manuelito….

   In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost yourvirginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with…and the one that got away.

You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won’t make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it’ll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I’m thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you’re the one that almost got away."
   

Sometimes, love dies. And there is no explanation for it.

Some of us see it coming. Some of us don’t. But most of us try not to see it at all. Because it is easier to pretend that all is well rather than admit that your dreams have been shattered and you are left only with the broken pieces of your heart.

It hurts to imagine the person we love with someone else. It hurts to no longer be the object of his affections. It hurts to no longer be wanted.

It hurts to be discarded, replaced and dumped unceremoniously like an old rag that has outlived its usefulness.

It hurts to no longer be loved.

But it happens everyday to the best among us–to the beautiful, the kind, the talented, the smart, the successful, the multi-awarded. It happens to the perfect wife, sister, friend and mother. It happens to the civic leader, the CEO, the cover girl.

We’ve been raised since childhood to believe that love must last forever. And perhaps it must. But isn’t it possible to simply be happy for the love you have no matter if it doesn’t last forever? Isn’t it possible to simply savor the moment and become richer by it without wanting to posses it forever? Isn’t it possible to love and let go and love again?

Isn’t it possible to love forever but to love different people overtime?

It’s all right to no longer be loved. It’s all right to stop loving.

It’s all right to mourn for love’s losses but to condemn yourself to a life of misery because your love did not last forever is foolhardly. If love must die, let it go peacefully into the night.

But don’t keep score. Love is not a contest. It is not a competition to see who emerges the prettiest, the craftiest or toughest. Love is what it is– a gift. It cannot be forced on anyone.

Neither can it be forced out of anyone. So let it be.

When love dies, hold on to the memories. But let go of the one you

love.