I feel like screaming at this moment. But only because I'm feeling very Shirley Manson-esque.
Sometimes the best (albeit unhealthy) thing to do is to deny that it every happened.
Was going to type here about something or other about it being Filipino History Month (whoo) but I honestly don't know shite about "my country" and "my people's" history.
The full extent of my knowledge is as follows: Mayan volcano covered stuff with... erm, ash. My ancestors didn't eat Magellan in so far as killing him and half his crew mid-voyage. We were considered a bizarre, barbaric culture that the American people (under Pres. McKin... something) had to teach culture to. We were colonized by the Spaniards and Portugese and had to cook bastardized mechado for them. The Batan Death March killed many a US soldier during WWII. For some time we were controlled by a militaristic dictator named Marcos and his designer-shoe collector wife Emmelda (who took her little "hobby" far enough to cause the country to go bankrupt). We've had not one, but two (maybe three?) female presidents.
And perhaps the most important occurance in recent history: Lea Salonga's debut in Miss Saigon in the 1980's opened up the great pinoy calling known as Broadway.
Either that or the official creation of a Filipinotown in L.A.
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