Goddess, I Am.

The Philippines isn’t a perfect place. In fact, Filipinos are forever trying to find ways to escape the sweltering heat and the endless rain to seek the proverbial “greener pastures” elsewhere. I was one of these Filipinos – was being the operative word.

After living in Thailand for a little over a year now, I’ve since realized how much better life in the Philippines was. I can’t speak for everyone, though. After all, I had a slightly more comfortable life than most of the general population. However, despite the many criticisms Filipinos have had to suffer from the rest of the world, compared to the Thais, we’re actually quite lovely – many times over. Mind you, this particular opinion doesn’t just come from the incident that happened to me and my man recently; this is actually the result of the multitude of bad experiences I’ve had had to endure since I got here over a year ago.

But as much as I’d like to write about why I feel the way I do about Thais, I really don’t have the energy right now, so I’ll save that for a later post. This particular post is about one of the things that I miss about the Philippines that have, for some reason, occupied my mind the entire day – and I fear that unless I write about it, it’s not going to go away.

I miss Jollibee. Seriously. For those of you who don’t know what the hell Jollibee is, Jollibee is the Philippine’s own version of McDonald’s. This fast food chain serves burgers and fries and everything nice, all geared towards how we Filipinos like it. I know a lot of farangs think it’s crap, but I don’t care. I love Jollibee, and Jollibee loves me, belly fat burners notwithstanding.

Ahhhh… What I would give for a Burger Steak right now. Or, maybe a Regular Yum with Cheese. Or, that sweet spaghetti that we Filipinos love so much.

Drat. I’m going to bed hungry.