Why Marry A Foreigner? A Filipina’s Insights

I DO NOT mean for Filipinas, most especially, to break up with their Filipino boyfriends or to dwell in self pity with their Filipino husbands; not that I encourage posting seductive photos on dating sites for foreign men, or I intend to persuade women to put up walls from Filipino suitors and only welcome those from other countries who pursue them.

It’s a case-to-case basis, cliché as it may be.

I’m just here to share some points (and you can argue, if you must) that I have realized and discovered from dating, and finally, marrying a foreigner.

1.     You don’t have to work too hard to impress family and friends. Well, you know us, Filipinos. When it’s a foreigner being introduced to us, we are somewhat mesmerized, especially if they resemble our favorite Hollywood actors or actresses. So, you know, your family and friends can be easily “smitten” by that “mysterious, disarming aura” of a foreigner at first meeting, and he can impress them more if he showcases his “expertise” of the basic words you taught him.  Oh, don’t forget his accent to die for!

2.     You get married in two “traditions”. It may sound tough, but it’s actually exciting doing research on what your hubby-to-be’s wedding tradition is. In the Philippines, it seems like all the financial responsibilities fall on the guy’s shoulders. In the Western world, it’s the opposite—simply because it’s considered to be the last time for the girl to spend; once they’re married, the husband is automatically the provider. Families in the Philippines may argue, and families of your foreigner hubby-to-be may also argue, but you can always come up with a win-win situation—split the bill! When it comes to the reception, some foreigners are conservative, like my hubby and his family. They only wanted 50 guests for our wedding. But gosh, I have a big family and I grew up with different sets of friends and 50 people isn’t possible. So, meet halfway we did-110 people (that’s a shortlist from 260).

3.     You get to travel to both countries from time to time. For me, traveling is heaven on earth. Since you are from two different countries, visits to families cannot be evaded (and sometimes, you also go to foreign lands together as an escapade). And just enjoy every minute!

4.     You adapt to ways that are different from yours. Yeah, like having wine for dinner. It’s not a practice in most households in the Philippines. Or eating using fork and knife (in Pinas, we either eat by hand or with spoon and fork). Use more moisturizers if you’re settling in his country, where there are four seasons, and make sure you use a hair dryer  before going out in snow. One thing also is, when in the Philippines, driving is not really a must, well, in a foreign land, force yourself to learn to drive!

5.     You learn to really use new languages and terminologies. Forget about corn, pickles, eggplants because it’s mealy, gherkins, brinjals. Forget about counter/cashier, because it’s till. Forget about pharmacy because it’s chemist. Forget about a regular doctor, refer to him as GP…and a lot more! SO, you see, you become a multilingual yourself!

6.     You get your photos taken with other foreigners. Well, taking photos with your hubby does that. But it’s also made possible when you hangout with his friends and even colleagues at work. You see, you’re always the guest (they treat you more hospitably and show you new things) when you’re around them.

7.     You can earn a “celebrity status”, too. One time, my hubby’s colleagues told him, “We saw your wife sitting there in the restaurant and we didn’t know how to approach her. She was like a celebrity we saw only in photos and now, she’s here.” Oh well! And when I was with him at his work a couple of times, people I don’t know and even those I have never heard of from him before, just approached me out of nowhere and shook my hand. Whew! Whew! And those who didn’t meet me “blamed” my hubby.

8.     You learn to say just “Yes” and “No”. No gray areas here, which I love. Most foreigners like their woman to be straightforward and to speak out her mind. If you don’t feel alright, you don’t have to pretend you do, because your foreigner spouse is seeing you as the ‘foreigner spouse’, as well.  In the Philippine culture, in most cases, women tend to say “OK” and “Yes” even if she’s on fire with anger. Well, I’m loving it that when it’s argument time, I just have to say how I truly feel and my hubby does not get offended. Besides, honesty is very challenging. And I love challenges.

9.     Your children will have two nationalities and will definitely speak 2 languages. Do I need to explain this?

10.    You love him. This must be the very first reason why you married or you want to marry a foreigner. It’s not just about showing off or just for the sake of escaping poverty (because if this is your main reason, it’s not going to end well). You must love your foreigner spouse, that even when heavens and earth move, they cannot shake that love you have for him. Even if his family and friends and even yours interfere, you know you can fight for that love.

Parmesan Chicken Breast Fillet

Everyday’a a busy day and even on a Sunday, I and hubby were running around for errands and groceries after church.

And since we both were tired, we were feeling lazy to cook. However, you just can’t ignore your rumbling tummy, so well, anyway!

And I was able to make food in 15 minutes, no sweat.

What I got:

3 chicken breast fillets, sliced thinly into halves (so I came up with 6 slices)

1 egg, beaten

2 tablespoons parmesan cheese, grated

1 tablespoon canola/veggie oil

1 cup Chili bite mix

1 cup Basmati rice, to cook

1 medium-sized tomato

How I did it:

1. I start cooking the rice (this takes not too long)

2. Slice the chicken breasts into halves so you come up with thin slices. I had 3 chicken breasts (fillets) so I came up with 6. Use paper towels to dry them.

3. Beat the egg in a bowl, add about 2 tablespoons of parmesan cheese. Mix.

4. In a dish, pour 1 cup Chili bite mix.

5. Heat a griddle (i used it for a change) in  high heat. Put oil. Once it’s really hot, switch the stove into medium heat.

6. Dunk (hihihi) chicken slices into the egg and parmesan mixture. Then coat them with the CHili bite mix.

7. Place the chicken slices on the griddle and cook 4-5 minutes, each side.

8. When the chicken’s done, take them out of the  griddle. Turn the stove off.

9. Then place sliced tomatoes on the  griddle, without taking it from the stove for 3 mins.

10. Serve chicken with rice and tomato.

***This serves 2-3 people.

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the T-fal griddle

My “Bus Stop”: From the Philippines to South Africa

South Africa.

A country I never dreamt of visiting or even fantasized of residing.

A country, which somehow, created in me that sort-of-discriminating impression (blame the media?).

However, it is a country, when represented in the Miss Universe pageant, I admit, that surprises me.

I never thought, in my wildest imaginations, that, one day, someday, surprisingly, it would be the country where I will be relocating to, eventually.

Some may say I am crazy to exchange what I have in my home country—the Philippines, where I have just taken off with my career as a professor in a state university, and I need not to pay bills and rents—for the high crime rate, and issues of racism (the eradication of apartheid, as what some people here say, is just an illusion politicians and capitalists want us to believe, though I can say, there are efforts), human trafficking, HIV-AIDS, illegal drugs, perennial labour (take note: I spell it with ‘ou’, as they practice the British spelling here) strikes.

But come to think of it. Wherever we may be in the world, there will always be bests and worsts. I have always considered myself a badass chameleon, so making the big move halfway around the world is more of an excitement than a threat, thus, somehow, justifying my long-time dream of “living somewhere else away from home”.

Then, this reminds me of my article for Ang Katekista newsletter way back then—when I wrote of bus stops (as inspired by a story in Chicken Soup for the Soul); of the particular “homes” where each child grows up under the loving care of parents, or even of extended families, just like in the Philippine culture. When the child starts to go to school, there is no need to worry since at the end of the day, the bus will stop near where the child will surely come “home” to. However, when the child isn’t a child anymore, the bus does not seem to stop at the same “home”—that “grownup child” yearns for another place to dwell or seeks for a new niche, where he develops independence and strength of character. And I stressed in that article how important it is to make the bus stop at “home” once in a while, never forgetting how it felt to be surrounded by the family in birth.

As I continue my journey from the Philippines to South Africa, I want to make sure that the bus stops at “home” from time to time. I may not be there 24/7, but sharing stories with the help of technology does the magic. There’s Skype, YouTube, and FaceBook that make me feel still around my family and friends in the Philippines. I know they can never replace the human hugs and kisses, but the thought that “home” is never too far also works somehow.

It is a new experience for me, yes, and I am not sure if I am even ready for this; nevertheless, it’s an everyday learning (as cliché as it may go). This time, not of textbooks, but of being married. I know I do not really understand everything in my life, but I also do not want to stress myself finding out the meaning of all that are happening to me.  I believe in fate and faith, and in treating others well. What is there to be scared of?

I only hold on to these three things: 1) Whatever decision I make today will make me a better person, so long as I will not let blame and regret overpower me; 2) My experiences are different from those of others, so there is no need for comparison and jealousy, and; 3) Everything comes in full circle, in God’s time, so I just have to be faithful.

So here I am, in South Africa, because this is where I should be. I may miss special people in my life in my home country, or even the food or my cheap but very satisfying manicure and pedicure, but  South Africa, let me say now, is where the other half of my life is, and it makes me complete.

South Africa makes me feel more useful, not because I still have as many students or audiences when I gave lectures in the Philippines, but because I now have a husband to debate and team up with, and to take care of, everyday.

South Africa gives my life more meaning, you see—that I am this Filipina amidst a culture that is totally different from hers, yet, she is willing and trying to learn all she could, because there is a bigger future that she’s looking forward to.

And with God’s Grace, I know South Africa will be good to me.

***The above writeup is a personal reflection of the author and is in no way intended to ridicule or discriminate.

SONGS that I and HUbby love

1. Our “I Miss You” Songs:    a) Since I Don’t Have You — The Skyliners, and b) Long Distance –Brandy

2. Our “Sweet Nothings” Songs:  a) What Am I Living For?–Eddie Peregrina, and b) Sun and Moon–Above and Beyond

3. Our “Driving” Song: As Long As You Love Me –BackStreetboys

🙂 and more to come…