My Blood Boiled with This

In fairness, pangatlong post ko na ito today hahahahaha. Hindi ko lang talaga napigilan ang sarili ko na mag – post nito as Robert my friend did after I read his post.  

My blood really boiled when I saw this post from Robertisms.  Apparently, this baboy of a writer has written nasty things about OFWs. And being an OFW myself. I am shocked. I can tolerate rich people. But she is just disgusting. Read the article below para makita ninyo ang pinag hihimutok ng butse ko! I will not go into the fact that OFWs  are now called the new heroes. Common humanity lang.

She should be fired from her job, banned from all restaurants, banned from all malls and tied up in a tree at ipakagat sa mga langgam Mwahahahahaha. This just plain bigotry. Quite revolting this writer. Wish ko, sana maghirap siya, nang makita niya ang mga pinagsasabi niya. Hay naku, hindi naman kagandahan eh, feeling. Tatandaan ko ang pangalan niya, at susulat ako sa People Asia and ask for her to be removed for being Anti – Filipino.


BY MALU FERNANDEZ – Summer comes and goes. Most of the time I am out if the country for work. But I’m stuck here, I ignore the heat and stay in a temperature-controlled room of 18 degrees – cold enough to make the windows sweat. This year I decided to go off tangent and pick places I have never been to before.

Much to my chagrin, I had never been to the beach. You see, I hate the sand, the bugs and the mosquitoes, but I figured it would be fun with everyone around. As we reached the villa I was spraying Baygon everywhere. I thought I had nearly killed myself with all the insect repellant and Lysol disinfectant I kept on spraying. I am so not into roughing it up. For me, the minimum requirement for traveling is a Holiday Inn.

A couple of days later saw us walking down to Station 2 where D’mall was and I was trying my best not to freak out as the beach was filled with algae, which were collecting on my Adidas all-terrain. (I refuse to wear Havaianas and scratch my pedicure.) Finally as we walked back , I was dazzled by a beautiful white structure, so white it glistened under the sun. This brilliant apparition was Discovery Shores, an oasis in the middle of the island. Not only do the staff headed by Jun Parreno make you feel at home, the food by chef David Pardo de Ayala is fabulous as well. And after seeing the whole poolside and the fabulous rooms done by Budgi Layug, I wanted to move there. But I was too ashamed to ditch my friends and forego the huge amount I already paid for my share of the villa. So I promised to go back another time in order to luxuriate in their fabulous surroundings.

Meanwhile, when all of this was going on, I was on the cell phone with my jet set buddy Ron Sato planning an impromptu trip. You see, Ron is my travel buddy who lives in Los Angeles, so between his schedule and mine, the logistics are a nightmare. The week of Easter, however, was open for both of us so I said: “Pick a country!” We decided on Greece and off we went. But getting there was a bloddy nightmare. To save on my ticket, I bravely took an economy class seat on Emirates as recommended by my travel agent. Ron excitedly told me to go for it – Emirates had won best economy class and some award. However I forgot that the hub was in Dubai and the majority of the OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) were stationed there. The duty-free shop was overrun with Filipino workers selling cell phones and perfume. Meanwhile, I wanted to slash my wrist at the thought of being trapped in a plane with all of them. Of course, everyone in economy class was yelled at for having overweight hand-carries. Mine was 17kg (ssshhhh!). That was all my makeup and accessories I would never risk losing if my luggage ended in the middle of the Sahara desert.

While I was on the plane (where the seats were so small I had bruises on my legs), my only consolation was the entertainment on the small flat screen in front of me. But it was busted, so I heaved a sigh, popped my sleeping pills and dozed off to the sounds of gum chewing and endless yelling of “HOY! Kumusta ka na? At taga sann ka? Domestic helper ka rin ba?” Translation: “Hey there? Where are you from? Are you a domestic helper as well?” I though I had died and God had sent me to my very own private hell.

After a nine-hour flight, I finally landed and made my way around Athens to the Ledra Marriott hotel, washed the plane off me and got a text from my other editor Gianna Maniego. She told me my weekly deadline was moved up due to the holidays. In a state of panic, I was about to have a major meltdown because I hadn’t slept for 48 hours, the Louis Vuittons under my eyes were enormous and all I wanted was a hot shower and a bed. At that point, I didn’t know where to go as there wasn’t enough time to plan a sight-seeing trip and take in the sights in order to meet my deadline so I decided to go off on a train and head to the Athens Mall.

As they say – when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping. My buddy Ron and I were laughing so hard because we flew all the way to Greece to go to a mall and eat in Ruby Tuesdays (an American chain like Chili’s). After covering my deadline, we planned to soak in the sites for the next day and headed off to the Parthenon on top of the Acropolis, climbing every step in my gold, open-toed sandals. You see, I followed the weather report on CNN but apparently the forecast was wrong because it was still winter. So I bravely went about in a lightweight sweater and a throw, climbing the Acropolis and driving to the edge of the Aegean sea by the Temple of Poseidon.

After a whole day of sight seeing I decided I have had enough of the historical sites. I adamantly wanted to go to Santorini to see the Caldero houses but due to time constraints, we were unable to go. I guess God was watching out for us because the ferry we were supposed to take sank in the middle of the Aegean Sea. I could already see myself screaming “SAVE MY ACCESSORIES!!!!” And swimming with head above water so I don’t mess up my makeup… See, I told you I hate the beach! For the rest of the stay we ended up going around the shopping district in Monasteriki and the garment district in Ermou. Old habits indeed never die!

On my way back, I had to bravely take the economy flight once more. This time I had already resigned myself to being trapped like a sardine in a sardine can with all these OFWs smelling of AXE and Charlie cologne while Jo Malone evaporated into thin air. However, for the first time in my natural life I was elated to go back to the Philippines so I could go back to Discovery Shores in Boracay and sip a tropical drink under the fabulous hat I bought in Greece. There I was sending MMS pictures to my buddy Ron trying to entice him to come over, but I didn’t succeed. Instead, I got two other friends join me in sipping cocktails with a fabulous sunset and ocean view while planting my feet firmly on the bug-free cement flooring by the poolside of Discovery Shores.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good summer. Jetting from the Aegean Sea to the Pacific may sound a bit pretentious until you wake up in economy class smelling like air freshener.

(Editor note: After netizens threw up their arms in protests with some of what she wrote in her articles about OFWs, the write wrote this reply) (I inserted my comments)

As I type this, I’d like you to know that it’s not about whining, complaining and bitching but just stating the facts. (neknek mo!) Just recently, I wrote a funny article in my magazine column and my friends thought it was hilarious. (you have friends? i find that hard to believe)It was humorous and quite tongue-in-cheek, or at least I thought so, until the magazine got a few e-mails from people who didn’t get the meaning of my acerbic wit. (what wit?) The bottom line was just that I had offended the reader’s socioeconomic background. (no kidding?) If any of these people actually read anything thicker then a magazine they would find it very funny. (oh you’re getting on my nerves – I have read the SCRA  which stands for Supreme Courts Reports Annotated, and I am 100% sure that there are OFWs who are more educated than you are) Most people don’t get the fact that they need bitches like me to shake up their world, (actually the world would be a better place without you)otherwise their lives would be boring and mediocre. I obviously write for the a certain target audience and if what I write offends you, just stop reading. (no, why dont you just stop living)

Although it may sound elitist to you the fact is this country is built on the foundation of haves, have-nots and wannabes. (really? you are right, and you are the leader of the wannabes) One group will never get the culture of the other. Although I could mention that it is easier to understand someone who has a lower socioeconomic background that would entail a whole other page and frankly I don’t want to be someone to bridge the gap between socioeconomic classes. (and ofcourse you cant) I leave that to the politicians in my family who believe they can actually help. Now I seriously ask you, am I being a diva or are people around me just lacking in common sense? (no, you’re being your true stupid self, and common sense as they say is not so common) Perhaps it’s a little of both!


8 Comments on “My Blood Boiled with This”

  1. bobot says:

    magaling pa naman sana xang mag sulat. i liked her style of writing. but for me, she’s a bitch! cock-sucking scam! di nya alam hirap natin dito sa ME.

  2. malouinfrance says:

    i read this yesterday, after my long holiday….blood boiling moment… i even posted a nasty comment about her and the people who published this story. shame on them…. they dont know what is life in ME. Ive always been proud of where i am even if im living abroad. theres no denying, pango ang mga ilong natin….

  3. TL says:

    Sisterhood no comment na lang ako at baka macensored tayo ng MTRCB.

  4. so nag-rise ang BP mo! does that make you a bad person?

  5. i already saw this one before at bryanboy’s blog. what magazine published this effing fat bitch’s article?

  6. jase says:

    She deserves to be lechonified or gawing lechon kawali. Buti na lang di siya nalunod sa Aegean Sea at baka nalason lahat ng mga isda doon! Tse!

  7. Genkuro says:

    To start with, I’ve never heard of nor read anything written by a “someone” who considers herself as a “somebody” and goes by the name of “Malu Fernandez”. Oh yes I read newspapers everyday and The Manila Standard Today is one of them. Unless I was having mental diarrhea or my taste somewhat doesn’t pang for her type of so called “humor and acerbic wit,” she’s probably insignificant or too shallow for me.

    I laud the editors of the Manila Standard Today and People Asia for publishing her articles in their pages presumably unadulterated. I need not expound on the difference between a JOURNALIST and a COLUMNIST, but each has moral standards and obligations to their readers. If any. She is right though when she wrote that …” if you don’t like what you read and if what I write offends you, just stop reading.” This maybe the reason why I NEVER got to read her until now.

    Her observations of how Filipinos abroad treat and act towards each other is not uncommon to us FILIPINOS. It is a known fact that we FILIPINOS are a very sociable and hospitable bunch. And because of this inherent trait, we are more often than not, being misconstrued and taken advantaged of and ridiculed by other races. But that is beside the point. This kind of slam dished out by Ms. Fernandez against her “KABABAYANS” who are sacrificing being away from home and family to make a living is just too bitter a pill to swallow.

    Oh yes I have rich friends. And yes I’ve heard them give remarks about other peoples fashion sense, intellectual ability, socio-economic standing, etc. BUT NOT TO THE POINT OF RIDICULE AND TOO DEROGATORY to make one squirm out of his/her own skin. How negatively nouveau. Yes I have underprivileged friends too. They also play the same game but more bare and freewheeling and not flourished with useless adjectives to hide their true intent. Her column was so direct it makes one wonder where she’s coming from doesn’t it?

    If she thinks she is funny, fine. If she thinks she has acerbic wit, fine. Her friends thought her article was hilarious, fine. I challenge her to write an article about her so called “friends” in the style she did with the OFW’s. Let us see if they find it hilarious as well. She called herself a bitch, I couldn’t agree more.

    She said: “Many people often find my direct attitude to be rude or obnoxious. I really don’t mean to be anything but true to myself.” Well, being true to ones’ self is indeed admirable, so does having patience which she said she sorely lacks. Hasn’t she stopped to consider that the OFW’s she flew in coach with and was lambasted by her in her Fierce & Fabulous column, are just being true to themselves. Added to that, instead of a direct apology, she sprinkled salt on the cut she made with “Am I being a diva? Or do you lack common sense?” She’s got more than her fair share of CRAB MENTALITY and total DISRESPECT. That is direct attitude for you. After her article, it wasn’t a surprise that these same OFW’s and those who share their sensibilities were obnoxiously rude to her as well. Tit for Tat.

    I am tempted to give her more than a piece of my mind. But come to think of it, why would I STOOP DOWN to her level? Wait a minute, I already did. For good cause. And I am not ashamed of it either. I AM JUST BEING TRUE TO MYSELF and I have no PATIENCE with anyone who steps and defames his/her own race just to be noticed. Maybe, just maybe, if the politicians in her family are doing even half of their elected job, there won’t be too many OFW’s that she loathes so much, with her in coach, so she can be comfortable. Come to think of it. If you are a privileged person, why fly in coach? I am not done yet.

    She states: “Most people don’t get the fact that they need bitches like me to shake up their world, otherwise their lives would be boring and mediocre.”

    I say: She may consider herself privileged but now she found out that OFW’s are PEOPLE and not that dumb nor that stupid to just accept her fecal kind of inane writing. Congratulations to her for finally being taken noticed of.

    Oh yes I need bitches alright. But not her kind. The kind of bitch I want is the one that can give me “PUPPIES.” Puppies that will eventually grow up as loving companion dogs that will wag its tail with glee and show me and my kin unconditional affection no matter what. I have no need for a kind of self-serving bitch that waddles and shakes up my world literally with its every step and wag of its offensively insensitive and discriminatory tongue.

    I admittedly have stooped down to her level to shake up her world and topple that imaginary pedestal she plops, not prop, herself onto. And I am proud to say that I AM A FILIPINO albeit using a foreign language for this comment.

    In conclusion, I may have never been to Greece yet, but I am proud to say that I have been to the farthest North and farthest South of the Philippines. I enjoyed and continually enjoy what each and every province has to give. Wholeheartedly offered by the people who may have had family members on that Emirates flight in coach.

  8. striker says:

    Gawin ko kayang chicharon tong balyenang to?

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