Whinning…
November 18th, 2007 by cramcomplexOk, a little rant before I continue watching Hana Yori Dango 2 episode 6 and stop my hiatus from blogging.
I have had thought of this for quite a long time and I quite frankly am pissed about it. Not really pissed but more like irritated. Yes irritated by the fact that from my experience and research and according to people around me, acquaintances and well dating site research…why is it that almost…and I mean almost 75% of the Japanese women or Asian women for that matter like Caucasian/White or Black/African men? And what’s bad is that the fact that I’m Filipino. I’m damn proud to be Filipino but that gives off a VERY bad connotation. I don’t blame these women nor anyone…its a damn reality that I have to face everyday. What does being Filipino or Asian for that matter actually matter?
A white friend of mine said that its the truth and there’s nothing I could do about it. Yes I could look cool, yes, I could dye my hair, yes I could style it, yes, I could get a nose job and fix my appearance. Because the truth is 95% of the whole fucking population (and I mean the world) accept everything at face value. I could not even prove myself or even spout a single word and they all turn their backs at me. By not giving chance to someone is like taking candy from a baby and kicking it until it has experienced near-death at such a young infantile age.
I live in this reality and so do all Asian guys who can’t get a girl from another or the same culture. Luck are the other ethnicity that get the dream of another race. Everyday I am faced with this bullshit reality and I cannot escape it. All I could do is whine and whine and whine and fucking whine. I do not blame anyone for this, the media, the movies, anyone for that matter. It hurt to be me but at the same time I love me.
It is a bitter-sweet reality that everyday I walk down the street loving myself and loving another culture but both of them do not get reciprocated equally. Thus my walk towards a path of happiness and well-being is hampered by the reality that I live in. But still a glint of hope is always there, I look forward to the day every single person is fucking peach colored and maybe, just then maybe I’ll have a shot. But that’s several millennia away. And I’d be dead by then. hopefully my offspring could experience that safety net from the insanity I live in.
But then again I reject some cultures, I myself am a starter of this race segregation, I myself am close-minded, but that is what we call preference, a more suitable word for the "I don’t like your race." sentence. At the end of the day I whine yet I am also at fault.
Where does the insanity end? When I do get laid? When do all race have peach coloured skins?
At the end of the day…I sleep, thinking of Horikita Maki and Niigaki Risa, how and when and where will I get a chance to show them that I am proud to be of a race (dark-yellow as my friends see it) that are honest, hard-working, sincere and all that.
At the end of the day…I am still…clueless.


