sometimes i really do think that a majority of tourists foreigners come to the Philippines because they think our country is an overflowing sex pot. and who could blame them.

last tuesday, just as i was coming home from our date, i recieved an SMS message from my mom saying that she's still in a meeting. and since she has the key to our house, i told her i'll wait in Robinson's Ermita. but the mall was closing since it was already past 9, so i went straight ahead and decided to wait in Baywalk instead. i haven't been there for quite sometime and i kind of missed the salty sea air.

however, there was no salty sea air to geet me when i got there. the water was gray and stinky. but still, i decided that i will cease smelling that after a while because my nose will somehow get used to it (we studied that in Psych) and i sat along the low wall that lines the shore.

i have been sitting for some time, watching the fishes swim with a probably very sad look on my face because i was thinking how unfortunate it was that those fishes are living in stinky, dirty water and it's not even their fault. i mean we live in the midst or every kind of pollution you can think of, especially in Manila, but that's our fault. the fishes have done nothing wong.

anyway, i was sitting for a while, pondering that situation, when a couple of guys came up behind me. one was Filipino, the other was an Arab. the Arab looked at the water and gave a little laugh. the he said:

Arab: what time is it?
me: it's nine fifteen.
Arab: im **** (i didn't quite catch this part), name?
me: huh?
Fil: ano daw pangalan mo. sige tatranslate ko
me: *in my mind: translate mo muka mo* ...
Arab: what's your name?
me:..
Fil: wag ka matakot
me: ...
Arab: dont be scared, i will help you.
me: i don't need help.
Arab: do you wanna go to a cafe?
me: *heart pounding wildly* no, i don't need help. i'm just waiting for my mom.

then they just moved away and i texted daddy to tell mom to come as quickly as she could because i felt like i was gonna have a heart attack.

this may be a simple, even funny, thing to some, but i for one think that it's an indication of something deeper and nastier. i'm no feminist, i do not believe in equality among the sexes. i do believe, however, in equal rights. between races, religions, sexes, creatures.

do you know that in Iraq or Iran (i forgot exactly where), men have complete and total rights over women? they have power to dominate, to torture, to sell, and to do whatever they damn please with their kids or their wives. sex abuse and prostitution are so rampant  that some even get married just so they could sell their wife to a brothel. i remember reading an article about a 7-year-old girl who was sold to a brothel by her stepfather, i think. she was physically and sexually abuse by lots of men bigger than she was, that the two discs at the bottom of her spine got broken. by age nine, she was infected by three different kinds of sexually transmitted diseases.

the world is full of perverts.

and i can't stand it.

i will not stand for it.

PS:

sometimes, i think im too observant for my own good. but there are times that i like it.

like when i notice a couple of smiles spread over a couple of faces.

that also makes me smile.

three smiles.

♥, Camz

spoiledgeek fancied @ 11:02 AM || 6 Paradise Phils