Great Food, But Racist

As much as possible, I do try to keep the rants in this blog to a minimum (hard as that is to believe). The reason being that it’s not fun to look back on sad/angry memories. Ah, but sometimes it’s hard to keep your mouth shut.

Last weekend, my friends and I went to Chateau Royale in Nasugbu, Batangas. And it wasn’t really a bad experience. But I say this only because I love my friends and I always have fun with them, no matter where we are and what we’re doing. As for Chateau Royale, well, I don’t think I’m ever going back there again. And here’s the reason why:

On their website, and even on their brochures, they will tell you that there are two places to eat: Veranda Cafe, and the Floating Restaurant. Here’s the link to their list of facilities: Facilities

So I thought, okay, we’ll have lunch at the Floating Restaurant and then have dinner at the Veranda Cafe. But apparently that’s not possible because, what they don’t tell you in the brochures (because I assume it’s illegal) is that only Koreans are allowed to eat in the Floating Restaurant.

No, seriously. When we got there, we were asked to leave the premises because we weren’t allowed in it. They said we could only eat at the Veranda Cafe. Now, I don’ t know about you, but I think this is clearly a case of racism. I mean, they told us to leave the place because we were Filipino. What the hell? What makes it worse is that it happened in our very own country! It’s so wrong to be discriminated against in your own place.

I didn’t want the entire weekend with my friends to be ruined (and we were really very hungry) so we just went to Veranda Cafe and ate there. Luckily, the food was really delicious. I mean, it was really delicious, which picked up our spirits and made the day better. But… at the back of my mind, I was still pretty mad.

Later we took the 4PM tour of the resort and asked the tour guide why Filipinos weren’t allowed to eat at the Floating Restaurant. Her answer? “Because Koreans aren’t allowed at Veranda Cafe.”

Right. OK. Maybe on paper, that’ll look like it’s fair. Except, it’s really not. Why are there places exclusive to a particular race??

I can understand if a place was “Members Only”. Because members pay extra for exclusivity. But this is clearly a race issue, because we were specifically told, “This restaurant is for Korean guests only.” Not members, but Korean guests. And what happens if you’re neither Korean nor Filipino in this resort? Are you allowed to eat at either restaurant? Or at neither restaurant? I wasn’t able to ask because I didn’t want to be bothered by the issue again while we were there. I mean, my friends and I were there for a relaxing weekend, so I didn’t want to turn it into a protest rally. But knowing the racist/mis-educated Filipinos, it’s likely that it’ll depend on who looks like they have money, i.e. People who look rich will be allowed to eat at either restaurant, and people who don’t look rich will only be allowed at Veranda Cafe (you know, the restaurant that’s “exclusive” for Filipinos).

So yeah, I’m never going back there again. And until they change their racist ways, I wouldn’t recommend anybody to go there. As if it’s such a great place. There are a hundred more resorts that are way better. And if only the food wasn’t so great, I’d probably be ranting about more things.

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Related to Colonial Mentality

So Filipino singer Charice was chosen to sing the theme song for Final Fantasy XIII-2. There’s no problem with this, except maybe some fans’ reaction to it, the worst one being:

“Nagtitipid siguro ang Square Enix kaya instead of ‘yung Japanese singer, si Charice na lang kinuha nila.”


Hindi ba nila alam kung gaano ka-big time si Charice? She has concerts with Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli! Nagpeperform siya sa Madison Square Garden! Nag-guest siya sa Glee! Halos ninang na niya si Oprah. Akala ba nila ‘eh mura ang talent fee ni Charice tulad nung mga kumakanta sa barangay?

It’s a case of colonial mentality, I guess. Anything local is cheap. Charice is Filipino, therefore her talent fee must be cheap. Therefore, companies only hire her when they’re looking for a cheaper alternative. 😐 Hay, mga tao talaga.


Please, Don’t Interrupt

I didn’t mean for this to be a rant blog but, oh well.

Why do some people think it’s okay to interrupt other people when they’re speaking? As in, mid-sentence, mid-word even, and they think that that’s a fine time to say their opinion. Weren’t we all taught how sentences work? As in, when a person stops talking, or pauses, then that’s the end of the sentence, and that’s when you can start saying your own sentence.

I don’t mean to be a b*tch but this is just one of the things I really hate. Know-it-alls who interrupt me while I’m talking, telling me things as if they’re the authority on it, while I actually already know what they’re going to say, and had they only let me finish the sentence, they would know that I was going to say the exact same thing. Because I already know it. Tapos sila pa magagalit when you point out to them that if only they’d let you finish your sentence then hindi na hahaba ang usapan.

Look, if you’re going to be impolite and interrupt me while I’m talking, don’t expect that I’ll still be courteous when I reply. Papainitin mo ‘yung ulo nung tao tapos ikaw magagalit ‘pag naasar siya sa’yo? WTH?


Now What?

So, I really want to be understanding and all, but why does the world do this to me? What has the world got against me? Okay, that’s too dramatic, I know I’m lucky because I’m still alive and I have a roof over my head and there’s food in the house blah blah blah so yeah, the world loves me plenty, fine. I guess the real question is, what has love got against me?

See, to prevent ourselves from fighting, E and I have worked out a standing schedule: We’ll meet every Thursday of the week, provided I don’t hassle him about meeting me any other day. I figured that once a week is alright, I mean, I have work now which requires me to be home late on Mondays until Wednesdays anyway, so the Thursday schedule thing is good.

But now, it’s Thursday, and suddenly he’s out sick. WHY.

I know it’s not his fault. I know he didn’t choose to be sick. Which is why I’m blaming the universe. Why, out of all the days of the week, would the universe make him sick today?! Why not yesterday? Why not tomorrow?? And it’s the second to the last Thursday that we can see each other, too. Because you know, we sort of had a deal that we wouldn’t meet on April. Which is stupid, but whatever.

What really sucks is that E isn’t a reasonable person and I know that if I try to convince him to meet with me another day, he won’t do it and he’ll say something like “Getting sick is a circumstance beyond our control and it’s not like I can turn back time,” like he did when he left me to watch Iron Man 2 by myself even when we already bought 2 tickets in advance. And because I don’t want to fight, I’m going to suck it up, no matter how unfair it is.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs. And possibly kill someone. But I don’t want to disturb the peace, so let me have this blog entry, which is emo, and stupid, and unreasonable, but… I have nothing scheduled for today now. I can just write blog entries all day. I think I’m a pretty patient person. I try not to get mad at all the little things. But the world just makes it impossible for anyone to be happy all the time. 😥

In other news, only two entries so far for March and the month’s almost ending. What is wrong with me?