Any subject I write about here on LiP which BTW is located in The Republic of the Philippines (RP) may come from a myriad of sources; one that is very normal for me is to be shooting the breeze over a beer with friends and comparing life and why we like it here.
My friends will call where we live the “PI” and I’ll explain there is no such place. I live in the “RP” Or how this country is listed in the Atlas as the Republic of the Philippines, the name the Filipino people have chosen to refer to their country by.
I point out a small piece of useless information I have collected over the years. The US Military’s supply system once referred to Puerto Rico as “PR” and the Philippines as “RP” can we see the problem?
So since the US Military’s for years referred to the Philippines as The Philippine Islands using the slang expression: “We’re heading to the “PI” So the US supply and military mail system changed the RP to the PI. (Anyway, that’s the way I heard the story told!)
As I’ve said many times in the past, we can only talk about our own experiences here in this land of enchantment. I tend to quickly find the humorous aspects of life here.
As a legal guest of the RP I wonder, but seldom complain about how my hosts run their country. I took the time to learn the rules, and decided to stay here anyway. I fully understand that my stateside second amendment rights do not apply on Philippine soil.
I was chatting with an old High School friend back in the Dorchester section of Boston and she was very upset that people in the Philippines eat dogs. I said if you love irony, check out China as this is the year of the dog, and every year they hold a festival where they consume vast amounts of dog.
So I asked what about that group of Americans, and what they ate during that winter in the 1800’s crossing the Serra Madres at Donner Pass. (AKA I-8, between Sacramento California and Reno Nevada.) Of course, she had no knowledge of those culinary delights.
So I explained that around the world people do things in a way that we just don’t understand. A woman cheats on her husband and in some countries they stone her to death, (Yet with the men, its okay to cheat) but eating a dog is the end of the world? I further explained that because of social changes, eating dog meat is a slowly disappearing custom in the RP. The younger generations, of Filipinos, are mostly repulsed by the very idea. The world is slow to change, but change it will.
If there is a rule here that we simply cannot abide while living in the RP, we have the right, by law to fly or sail back to our home country and never deal with that subject again. And yet so many stay?
In my home country, I grew up with a set of values and standards that are being rejected by some of the citizens back there, but because of the media and political correctness these new values are taking hold. I moved here where I can ignore it, if people want it, the right to vote for it is still the law of the land. As in California where 35% of all students graduating from state controlled high schools, must take remedial math and English to enter any out of state College.
Because in their history books they are striving to identify the sexual identity of historic figures, as political correctness is more important than the basic subjects I was forced to take I often wondered about Washington and that powered wig?
But as an example this is why I refused to reside in California or moved from my country. I served my nation in its military for 24 years and obeyed all rules and regulations set forth by the corrupt politicians. I still love my place of birth, pretty much as a Filipino loves his own country but find I no longer want to live where I was born. But they can do a Dobie legally now.
Is the Philippines perfect? Better question: Is anyplace perfect? I think not, but no one here tries to regulate every moment of your life. I’ve (My point of view only) noticed that common sense is more likely to prevail instead of some rule written by some crooked politicians.
Attend a Barangay mediation session, I have, and found that if I won or lost I walked away feeling satisfied with the decision. Not always liking it, but living with it. That was because as I thought about it calmly, it was fair.
I’ve scratched my head sometimes, but in 1994 I decided to live here, I preformed every legal measure I was asked to perform, to receive my visa and stay here. Paying my yearly head tax and obeying all another required rules.
Albeit the BIR’s dress code rules will change every year, so be prepared for that! Example this year it was a Shirt with collar, long pants and no slippers Last year I wore T-shirt and shorts no problem, I always wear shoes (Canvas slip-ons) when I’m outside in public.
These rules change every year. And what is required at one office is not always what is required at every office. You could drive around until the rules match what you’re wearing. (LOL)
In the BIR in Manila the last time I was there, I wore shoes and socks, dress pants and a shirt with a necktie. Even the guard smiled when he saw me. So if you live in the PI or the RP, enjoy every second of your time here, Your blood pressure will stay lower if you go with the flow and laugh as often as you can.