It’s 3:13 in the morning and i just got up. I hate early nights — I slept at around 10PM yesterday cause I was just dead tired (and tipsy).
I went out yesterday to meet Harvey, an acquaintance from London who is here on holiday. 4 years ago, I gatecrashed his house party in Tooting Broadway (yep. so so far.) along with a bunch of people I met online. He was here about 5 months ago and decided to come back cause he made friends blah blah.
We talk about lots of stuff. For 4 hours.
I met him at Starbucks at around 3PM. I had a latte and bought some mints.
And since I haven’t been to the big city in like 2 weeks (Makati), and the shops were literally about a 30 second walk, I decided to take a look.
I haven’t done proper browsing in a long time.
We went to Prada cause I’ve been looking for this white and turqoise silk/cashmere top but it was gone.
Then we went to Yves Saint Laurent, I bought a canvas Kahala Yachting tote in white canvas and gold leather.
Then we went to Vuitton, I bought a multicolore bracelet. I have this addiction thing with Vuitton bracelets.
Here’s a pic of my loot:
Then we took a look at Gucci. There was this nice big bag I wanted but didn’t have enough motivation to pick it up cause I’m with someone. I generally like to shop alone.
After the shops, we went to this cafe to have more drinks. I had 2 gin tonics, about 4 or 5 vodka red bulls and a perrier. Then we started talking about stuff again.
Apparently he likes this shithole of a place, Manila.
He made quite a bit of friends from all walks of life, which is nice, and he’s been to a ton of places locally even I wouldn’t be caught dead going to.
Oh yes. We’re talking about the slums, my dear. The dreaded word that nobody here really likes to talk about.
I mean, I don’t really like talking about it. Sure, it does exist. And yes, I am aware of it, not to mention I did feel guilty about all my blessings etc. But hell, in no way I have a fault whatever.
After several hours, I didn’t want to get too drunk and I was dead tired at 7PM so I called my driver to pick me up and to go home.
The slums conversation didn’t end in the big city.
When I got home, my mom was watching a documentary about the unstoppable population boom in the Philippines.
Yes, people in the slums who earn no more than US$50 per month but have not 5, not 6, not 7, heck, not even 10, but 17, 19, 21, 23 **and** 25 kids.
There was this old lady who had a child every bloody year for the past 25 years. She lives in this matchbox-sized shanty house, the same with all her kids **AND** her kid’s kids — she has 9 grandchildren already.
These people had no idea what they’ve gotten into. Well, I think they do, but they chose to lead a blind eye. Despite living in extreme poverty, they continously add more and more to the global population burden by irresponsible breeding.
And it’s mostly the catholic church’s fault. The catholic church has a huge influence here and they prohibit their followers from using artificial contraception (i.e. pills, condoms, vasectomies, etc).
Both my mom and I were COMPLETELY appalled
with what we saw. I’m gonna reiterate what she
said before — these people are nothing but poultry.
They spend their lives while laying a ton of eggs
In fact, there was even this small area about 30 miles from where I live and it was named "Addition Hills" because of the fact it was an instant population factory. 100,000 people, 60% are under the age of 15 and it keeps on adding more and more and more kids every year. Even the kids have fucking kids. Some of them only eat once a day because they simply cannot afford to feed 18 mouths. It was absolutely awful.
Sometimes I don’t even know what to feel.
Should I feel sorry for them? Or should I feel
despise and wish genocide to do them a HUGE
These days, I’m leaning towards the genocide bit because it’s just sad. Really sad. There’s far too many rodents and vermin in the world already yet they continously and irresponsibly add more cockroaches in this planet.
Bah. I can’t believe I’m stressing out over this. I have my extraction facial in about 13 hours and I have to be fresh looking or else I’ll get another sermon from my aesthetician.