i have been browsing two of the major philippine dailies the last few days, and i can’t help notice how “sosyal” the philippines is projected by these papers. from ads to content, it portrays a nation different to how the rest of the world probably sees the philippines. i can’t help notice an unbelievable number of pages devoted to photos of social luminaries, covering the nation’s rich and supposedly-famous, as if it is of national import to know who married whom and where so-and-so celebrated her debut, or who were present at so-and-so’s dinner party. that’s something that would never be well received on german papers. even german royalty are regarded as commoners, and wouldn’t make it to the papers unless they made something of merit. yes, there are feature stories on people, but that’s the point, there has to be a story. you can’t be on paper just because you happen to be at the right social gathering, rubbing elbows with other mestizos or chinese magnates. i mean, who cares, really?

skip the photo galleries and spare the ads a glance. a glance is all a proletariat like me can spare anyway: international schools, exclusive beach communities in batangas, cellphone global roaming services, airfares to europe and nearby asian cities, and apparel shops whose prices rival those in the most exclusive shops in europe. i thought pinoys were poor?!? looking at the by-lines of the columns, it’s also remarkable that expats living in the philippines are commissioned to write for the lifestyle and travel sections. as i leaf thru the pages, it feels like the third-world country featured on the headlines and first pages of the papers is totally different to that referred to in the succeeding sections on entertainment, culture and lifestyle. to be honest, these are getting me confused as to what the real philippines is, what and who the real filipino is like. it’s getting more and more difficult to reconcile the philippines i knew and remember, the philippines i know from a distance, the philippines portrayed by national media, and the philippines i see as i look outside the window of the car-slash-jeepney-slash-tricycle (the scenes change depending on which mode of transportation i choose to take).

as a pinoy expatriate, i feel it’s important to understand such things even to a short extent, if i am to be regarded as a representative of my country abroad. my heritage and ethnicity will always come up, frequently in casual conversations with people from my adoptive country, and it is vital that i project an accurate approximation of the real philippines when i talk about my native land. but really, seeing all these different faces of the philippines, i’m not sure anymore… should i tell them about the shops in crossings and the new wing of the greenbelt? or of the children diving into the black– no, really — murky waters off manila bay, fishing for scraps of plastic they can sell for a few pesos a kilo? or should i tell them of the increasing number of luxury cars–ferrari, jaguar, bmw, name it we have it!– plying the roads of manila? or the lush verdant forests of mount makiling and rice panicles heavy with their promise of bounty? or shall i lure them with images of palm trees, warm turquoise waters and powder-sugar white sands? might as well… perhaps that will keep them from asking about the mockery of a government we have, the embarrasing tableau they call erap investigations, and numerous other criticisms i would never know how to counter.

so you tell me. YOU tell me something about the philippines, because i honestly don’t know anymore.

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