November 13, 2015

OUR SKIN DIARY | Equating the Filipina to Prostitutes

Equating the Filipina to Prostitutes?  Such a horrendous image.  This post by AERA R is a comment on my Rappler article: On Being a Dark-Skinned Filipina Traveling Around the Philippines. With a new partner in a country where they equate a Filipina to a prostitute or gold digger, I told him flatly never add me to the stereotypes his folks categorized us.   I can totally relate with the part of having an older partner, 3x my age, not a Westerner though, a Middle Eastern one. Oh the look we got from the hotel staffs and from others, how they followed us […]
November 10, 2015
OLD BAGAN, MYANMAR

PRODUCT REVIEW: Rubber Mini Flexible Portable Tripod

How portable rubber mini flexible portable tripod is? I rarely take selfies, and by selfie, I mean holding the phone or the camera and pointing it to my face. I find the act lazy and uncreative. But I love taking travel portraits of myself, of making myself the subject of many beautiful sceneries. Perhaps it is my way to really convince myself that yes, you are here, Jona, you have traveled here, you have seen the pagodas and the temples in Old Bagan, Myanmar, yes, you have walked through the tea plantations in Cameron Highlands, Malaysia, yes, you have trekked Chiang […]
October 25, 2015

OUR SKIN DIARY | I Have a Husband Much Older Than Me

This post by KIM E is a comment on my Rappler article: On Being a Dark-Skinned Filipina Traveling Around the Philippines You don’t have to look like couple Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt to be called a lovely couple. I’m a young Filipina and I’m proud to tell that I have a husband much older than me. This is my preference, and I don’t think I need the approval of the public. Whatever our disposition in life and whatever our motives, there is SOMEONE up there who knows what’s inside our heart. People will normally judge us. Me and perhaps […]
October 22, 2015

OUR SKIN DIARY | Becoming Invisible

It happened many times. The moment you and your partner checked in a hotel, and the attending receptionist only looked at the white man beside you, as if he was alone, as if you did not exist. I thought I was just overreading and overanalyzing the situation, knowing my mind goes crazy most of the time. But it happened. And it is going to happen again now, in the future. I wanted to believe that my case was not singular, that it happened to other women, especially those in an interracial relationship, especially those who happened to be darker than their partners. But I […]