Not Yet Sikat

I’m not sure whether to be amused or be ashamed of this first hand account of a girl who goes on a trip to meet some of our indigenous communities. Think Paris Hilton vs Aeta. Here are some excerpts:

“I don’t know what it was that we weren’t supposed to do but it involved something like unintentionally giving them signals that Hey! I want to marry you! WTF WTF WTF.” (link)

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“Even worse SO MANY DIRTY KADIRI CHILDREN!!! Like in my family, I had this killer horror little Aeta boy with constant UHOG in either only red shorts or an oversized shirt with NOTHING UNDER who was CONSTANTLY WARBLING TO HIMSELF OR SINGING WITH A SIBAT!!! OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD. All the kids there were either coughing, wet with their sipon, with SORE EYES, some gross thing in their eyes or some festering wound or unsightly skin thingy!!! @#^%$#% I seriously did NOT WANT ANY OF THEM TOUCHING ME.” (link)

“Did NOT AT ALL eat during the immersion. Like per meal I would only probably total half a spoonful of rice. But to make it seem to them that I was eating, I would smoosh the rice and push it to the edge of the plate to make it seem like there’s space where rice used to be and like mess it up w sabaw. I just couldn’t eat their food even if they didn’t give me anything gross, mostly veggies. But everything made me barfy and even the rice tasted funny! So whatever food i stuffed in my mouth I would just hold my breath and swallow. I hated meal time because I always felt bad. Tatay would always tell me “Pasensya na blahblahblah” so I would keep insisting that I really don’t eat even in Manila but nanay’s cooking’s really good… I felt really bad!!” (link)

And finally she ends with:

Ugh. I swear though. I’ve developed like penis fear (my parents should be so thankful) from all the naked dirty children. And if for the next couple of days I see children, even cute white ones, I swear I will kick them. Same goes for animals. Not even my potential fluffy bunny. Or if I hear some dialect (no offense Merc and Dianne I loff you!!!)). I will throw a hissy fit. P.S. Fuck you Niceh & Sib! I’M NOT PREGNANT KNOCKED UP CARRYING AN INDIGENOUS OFFSPRING!

Gawd. I’m so glad to be back home. Hug me. =(

What do you think? Read the full story here.

Dec 12 Update:

• Kitty Go has picked this up and she says: “Honey, if you were born in the Philippines, YOU ARE indigenous! Just like the aetas!“
• Technogra.ph has an email from the author explaining her online rant. “Thing is i know how rude and offensive it sounded but that was because I was expecting it to be read by my friends only who understood a kind of dark quirky humor of mine that really would make other people mad.“
• Cathcath has a counter post entitled “Culture Immersion and how a non-conyo survived and enjoyed a community service part 2“