A STORY
a friend in her 50's invited me to the birthday party of his Canadian boyfriend on his 67th year.
she has no job, lost her inheritance, and finds her luck to this new possible source of fortune.
a Canadian who can support her and save her from the shame of poverty.
he is quite rich by Philippine standards. He is a pensioner.
soon he will marry her.
when i arrive there, there are only about six guests. Like, a friend of a friend tagging along another friend.
there is chicken roast, ripe bananas and mangoes, steamed rice, lechon,
grilled fish, Tanduay, coke. The Canadian is happy. He drinks a lot of
san miguel beer in cans.
two middle aged Pinoys, one is blind
with a guitar, pass by and curious about the gathering at the beach, go
near and start to play his guitar a birthday song.
I told the blind man that someone is celebrating his birthday and he is a Canadian.
The Canadian does not like it. Drives them all away like dogs. I think
he must have been drunk already with our very own San Miguel.
"Go away! Go away! Intruders! Gate crashers!"
The two men left. They are so embarrassed.
Humiliated in their own country.
i know later that my Pinay friend did not push through with the marriage proposal.
I guess she is right.
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