I don't know exactly what happened but they got a call a few months prior to him dying and I guess they must have realized he hadn't long to live. I've visited the Philippines with my family, on my own,with my own family now. I am of Filipino background, but I don't have those attachments to the PI like some of kids I grew up with did or their parents do.We got the bad news one evening and the boys drove to Queensland for the funeral some time after that. My parents and my aunts and uncles, when they came to Canada, they lived like Canadians.The people who were taking care of my grandmother before she passed away were stealing from her.
She said hi and we chatted for awhile then we went offline.
I am a Filipina, and I simply don't engage to liar and immature people whether foreigner or not, I guess what my mentor says was all true. Well I met a plain girl 26 you and she seemed nice enough.after two months 1 night she said she was going to Palawan for work. She flew to Manila, then onto Palawan showed me photos of her getting on and off the arrives at her hotel with girlfriend work collegue and next day I work up and said "hi" as usual ...
Most of the Filipino guys I knew around, I was related to or I thought of as family friends.
Although, some of the language used here, I find extremely disappointing, I have my guard up with people in the Philippines constantly.
That was Saturday well I didn't see her till Sunday when she was on her way home.while I was waiting 15 hours later I was on fb and suddenly noticed her photo on a different account.clicked on her face, her Facebook page opens, and up the top is a photo of her with younger block and underneath all her girlfriends are all teasing her about this new boyfriend.
Now this is a girl that stated emphatically that she'd never cheat on also said as a joke (perverse sick joke)that if I ever broke her heart she'd kill me. Yes, there are dishonest people everywhere..in the Philippines it's part of the culture; seemingly brought on by poverty and LOW morals/values.
He lost his job as a dieasal fitter at the mining company and ended up marrying a Filipino.
He was quite a big man yet fit and strong as an ox.
Although I don't speak Tagalog, I brought my cousin with me on a trip to Manila from my parent's province to interpret things for me.
I knew enough to know if we were being scammed or not. Maybe it's more prevalent in the big cities, I see less of it in the province, but I see the whole scamming of a little more money here and there from some.
No love, not even the slightest sign of any kind of empathy. I grew up around mostly white people, that's what surrounded me.