Well-- how shall I begin? I am sick and tired of living in this fucked up country. Although I am intrigued by the nature of things here, I am here to say that I really want to escape the dimwit reality of this place. No matter what you try to get done here, it pretty much always backfires on you! My poor Filipina wife has been fighting against the pricks here and it seems fruitless. Although she is highly educated (3 degrees) and a gorgeous, tall, "Mestiza" (1/2 Filipino, 1/2 Portuguese), she can't believe how idiotic the people are here. Oh well... I just need to save my money for some plane tickets, a few months rent, and food. Easier said than done with so many blood-sucking family members here...
Ya know, when you have 14 people living in your house that don't work, things get outta hand real quick, and expensive! I fucking HATE this situation. I am the goddamn work mule so "they" can play house. I tell ya what, IF I would have known I was going to feed that many mouths, I would have NEVER moved here, period! And get this: They get so comfortable in MY house that they strut around acting like they own the place! I don't quite know if this is a "Filipino" thing or not, but whatever the fuck it is, I don't like it.
Here's an example: I bought some pork chops to eat on my day off and "they" fried them up. I had just one because, as usual, I am a very busy person doing my job. Fast forward 3 days later-- I found three nice, fat, juicy, chops marinating in some soy sauce with calamansi in the ref! Where in the hell did these come from?! "Hmmm, I wonder who those are for?" I asked myself. These little shits had these hidden for themselves! I asked one of the family members where these came from and she said "Oh, you can have some Tito". You damn right I can, I bought them! When early morning came, just for fun, I peeked back in the ref. Just as I thought-- ALL GONE!!! I guaran-DAMN-tee you if I wouldn't have taken one for myself, I would have never even had as much as a morsel for myself to eat!
Of course, my wife being the Matriarch of the family, has a damn "Mamma Bear" complex and thinks I should just keep my fucking pie hole shut and deal with it. BULLSHIT! I can't and I won't! That's NOT how I was raised. I tell ya what, every-fucking-body in my house are always in "survival mode". What do you expect though. They all came from "NippaLand" and are constantly looking for their next meal, not thinking for the welfare of the dumb bastard who made this posh life they're living possible! No fucking scruples, not one damn bit... Sheesh... Oh well, until my next rant... Later all!
