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Be A French Girl In The Philippines And the next day

Steak Barbie Doll

What do these two images have in common? Not much in itself, but in fact it is what I have to look into the eyes of most Filipinos when I pass (and it must be the same for all the white girls ...).

How to describe this strange feeling? Hard to say, it does not necessarily make it account the first time, these are just the aftertaste left in thoughts, in small steps.

First, these huge billboards everywhere with beautiful models, they might as well be in Europe or the U.S., as women or men who are represented are not of here, or at least does not look like people you meet on the street. Why? They are just too white!

With the strong sun of those latitudes, normal people (I mean, not vampires, or in this case, people who leave de chez eux pour entrer dans leur voiture, qui les dépose à 2m de leur destination, pour les récupérer au même endroit avant de rentrer à la maison, cela sans approcher la lumière du jour), sont bronzés ici.

Mais les mannequins des panneaux publicitaires sont aussi ceux qu’on retrouve à la télé ou dans les magazines people, ceux qui ont réussi, qui sont riches, ils sont blancs.

Alors, complexe d’infériorité, occasionné par des siècles d’invasion occidentale, ou volonté d’ascension par l’apparence ? On ne le saura peut-être jamais.

Toujours est-il that girls and boys, Filipinos, will try to stay as white as possible, or to become one.

And all means are good, starting with sun protection. It's a good thing you'll tell me, but when it turns to obsession (not to exit the air in day care, I could tan), it becomes worrisome. The worst is yet to come.

Indeed, how do all these people that they have no drivers or can not afford to take a taxi? Those who work outdoors? Well, cosmetics and pharmaceutical lab always have a solution: the soap / cream / powder bleach or whitener, innocent form, a simple soap, is a stick of dynamite, toxic wish (not for everyone, but what sells on the street should not be certified AB ...), carcinogen; based papaya, or glutathione, or even protein placenta, everything is good to be white.

It's true strafing advertising! Be white, become white, stay white, white is beautiful!
is considered almost being tanned is dirty ... and that will ruin nutritional supplements whitening will get rich later ... it depresses me deeply!
If we fight to kick out the anorexic models in Europe, it also makes clear out the dummies too white here!

But what does a person really white, like me?

First we look at all the time, almost everywhere .... So we must learn not to pay attention, not to watch people. It looks at different ways:
- what is a white girl doing here? AND kind
- Whaa too good, and there two types of reaction:
==> if it's a girl, she'll be laughing to himself, without one really understands why, with the impression she makes fun of you, but it's not even that ;
==> if it's a boy, you will feel to look like a piece of meat, like a sex object, and you will feel you very very very bad, especially if the guy in question is old and ugly or that you're all alone in a subway train and everyone is watching you!

So lessons learned:
- do not walk around in tank tops or shorts too short, even dressed as a big bag of potatoes, you will still be a bomb,
-Do not give your phone number / email / facebook that is bound to ask you, because this is the end of the peace (this is not Marie Laure).
-and learn to refuse (maybe next time), or be fake!

Despite this and any inconvenience this may cause, it's still interesting to see how we can move from a country where the alien is regarded almost as a nuisance or to another, where it is if it does is admired, at least watched with interest and curiosity! Last

small detail: we must learn to ask, because wherever you go, the gens demandent (ou prennent sans demander même parfois), des photos, avec eux ou juste nous ! Je pense que je vais commencer une carrière de top model ici, haha !!

Leather Tape Foru Couches?

San Pablo and the mystical Mount Banahaw Discovery Weekend

Après une soirée mémorable, et une fin de nuit à se balader dans le quartier avec un de mes colloc', au bord de la rivière, on part avec Marie Laure à 5h du matin, pour échapper au traffic en sortant de Manille.
On arrive donc à San Pablo, Laguna à 8h30 du matin, pas très fraîches, mais motivées. Nous voilà partie à l'attaque d'une montagne donc les légendes (et le Lonely Planet), disent qu'elle est habitée par des esprits, mais especially by sects! After beginning his trip on foot, before understanding how to take good jeepney, one finally arrives at one of the last villages, after a road intersected by dirt roads.
was a bit like being at the end of the world, with mountains all around. A strange thing that we try to clarify later, the village has a curfew, from 22 to 4am ... mystery ....

Arrivals near a river, you get accosted by an old woman who could very well be a gypsy fortune teller who offers us a guide, when asked the price, "it's a gift, it's up To You " we will not look any further. It makes us so
buy for 50 pesos a bag of candles, we will subsequently turn around. Here begins the adventure. For the sensitive minds, know that cash is here on the ground of a sect, without really knowing or wanting to, but never mind, what follows is important!

Guides (because ultimately, it gave us both), take us first into a sort of cave, where there is a statue of the Virgin Mary, with candles all around, they ask us to ignite, then the real journey begins in a tunnel more narrow, with only light that of a candle. Arriving in a sort of underground chamber, one of the guides we tend a cup with water from the river, and asks us to drink three sips.

It looks, wondering if our stomach will survive this affront, but stuck in a tunnel with strangers, you end up drinking three tiny sips, then wash your face with the same water. You end up out of the tunnel, about twenty meters and dozens of candles later (to add three new sips ...).

However, we also wanted to power up the mountain 'sacred'. We see them then prepare a bag with a tent, we will buy food, then tell us we should sleep on top, because the ascent to the summit take at least 8 hours .. mhhh is 10.30, with a start at 5am and a sleepless night for me, you say that this is not very reasonable, especially with our lack of training. They take us and see the waterfalls, which was not less athletic!

Indeed, the path is slippery with passages quite acrobatic, even dangerous, uphill climbing with ropes, and bridges over the gap, made from wet wood (ie ice), but as one is motivated we do not think (almost) no (well, yes, Marie Laure is glad to have as many candles lit)!

We meet on the way a hunter (with a real rifle, which worry some, like the machetes of our guides), but hey, all is well.
At the top is a cave with a little mystical drawings of strange and full of chocolate as an offering ...

The descent is somewhat difficult, always be careful not to fall, especially, do not fall!

Marie Laure and our guide

We were too low, very muddy and very tired. Is about to descend on San Pablo, the main town, to go to sleep at the hostel, but our guides will offer us a tent and sleeping 'for free'. And of course we accept! (What have we done ....), not sleep on a hard floor well, always muddy, very wet, with temperatures cooler than normal .... it does not look very well in the morning, especially since I was not exactly reassured (waking in the middle of the night, a brother of the guide would pris un couteau dans le ventre? on n'a pas vraiment réussi à comprendre ce qui s'était passé).

Celle-ci est juste pour le plaisir des yeux, et de la photo 

On redescend au lever du jour, débarquant à 7h30 au Jollybee (le fastfood local) : ouf, des toilettes, des pancakes, et du café, on est reparties pour une journée. San Pablo est une ville envahie par les tricycles, mais aussi par des gens adorables, c'est jour de marché, et comme d'habitude on nous regarde passer, mais cette fois, plus que pour des touristes, on passe pour de missionaires (mmhh chouette....).

We toured one of seven volcanic lakes in the region, the beautiful Lake Sampaloc, filled with red water lilies and floating houses, before returning to Manila, and sleep (finally).

This little green weekend made me think a little about spirituality in the Philippines.

This country is, of course (thanks to the efforts of the Spaniards, very good at this kind of operation), deeply Catholic, there are churches everywhere, the Mass is the same in churches under construction in private schools, the Mass is done at the beginning of each course, we pray before eating, we sign before boarding a jeepney, in short, it smells of religion, full nose. But it's not just Catholicism, the Southern Philippines (where it's dangerous), is a Muslim region, and trends animist / deists are still strong. It is finally, and sometimes a little scary, a huge number of cults: Jehovah's Witnesses have set up shop, with large houses, like the Iglesia Ni Cristo celebrates, their churches are by far genus Cheese Cake, and they recover 10% of revenues from all their followers ... and it is not all such organizations "spiritual" swarming, as in any country in need of moral support!

is the kind of church Iglesia Ni Cristo sect.

Is this a good thing? They may say that religion brings, it keeps cohesive communities, having a social network, the nuns were thought to do good work in the slums of Manila or elsewhere, I still think most things related to the Church are a big bullshit, especially their policy of family planning! The Philippine Church

refuses any form of sex education, abortion is punished as a murder, contraception is a legend, and we end up with girls of 17 or 19 years, barely out of high school, pregnant, forced all abandon, studies, social life and hope of success, to raise their children. Knowing that in most cases the father is gone ... Indeed the Bible does it not say "Multiply you will populate the world," suggests that men have taken literally ... (This is not an invention, but what a Filipino replied, when asked how, being as believers, men in the Philippines could have as many mistresses)

Hypocrisy, giving rise to many disappointments ... Divorce frowned, young women just married single mothers find themselves with a husband gone somewhere else, but their life to them is over ...

Rental In Poconos Prom Groups

contrast!

Firstly, sorry for the delay! Life in the Philippines is indeed equivalent to 10 lives in Paris with the same number of hours in a day but I'll try to catch it all quickly!

Two weeks ago, it was the first basketball game of the season from my university (Ateneo), and its historic rival, La Salle University (another university for rich kids, but hey ...).
had been lucky enough to have tickets reserved by the Foreign Office programs, because students had their normal, queued from 5am to have theirs!
So after a morning with Musmos (I'd do a little rundown on my activities after-school), we went to eat (with Tony, our great guide assoc 'for foreign students), Marie Laure Celine and Doug (an American, regular student, who is also the export of handbags, I confess that I did not really understand what he was doing there) in China Town. I've already talked a bit about the neighborhood of Manila, but I'm still impressed contrasts when you get there, everything is written in Chinese, the streetlights are Chinese lanterns, and you find Chinese food everywhere, and c is really good, there are also Chinese export products in every corner (vases, trinkets, ...).

They even have their own service Firefighters with trucks super designs, and PURPLE!

Speaking of purple, people who know me well know what it is my relationship with this color combination of blue and red color or blueberry améthyse but also and especially of Ube.
What exactly is this strange thing you say?
Well that's what I wondered for some time on my arrival in the Philippines can be found at the ube cake, ice cream in ube, and whatever else you want (in purple of course ), but no way to see what it looks like !

The ube is this:

C is to say a kind of sweet potato, or as wiki: a purple yam (5min before understanding what it was a yam), but the history is important in the purple!

So yes, this country is really made for me.

After this interlude colorful, let me take you back to the other side of the mirror in the world of Philippine college basketball. Come into the arena, and follow me.

Some pictures to start:

Now you've got it, a green side (La Salle) and a blue side (Ateneo), with two teams, a ball, a band on each side, and cheerleaders, and you have a real match with American, but with Filipino players. Atmosphere quite funny, no need to go to U.S. to see a real basketball game! Well, Ateneo lost, but hey, just for the choreography of CHEAR, it was worth it!

Some additional pictures:

The cheerleaders (and leaders), our mascot, the Blue Eagle.



The day ends in style with the anniversary of a Japanese Jotah in a large house on Katipunan, you can feel the atmosphere of the International Paradise!

Enjoy!