Along The Way To Looking For A Place …

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… of my own, I am reminded of  lot of irritating things about Filipino life.

Before i get  to a full blown ranting, let me lay down the facts: I am, once again, looking for  a place to rent. This time, I’m dead serious about it. Okay, doubly dead serious. I am looking for a room in a 2-room 2 household apartment or a small studio. Near Makati. I know, its a lofty dream but hey, I gotta stick to me guns. There.  so if you have any info, just hit me up it will be highly appreciated.

Two: Manila, and the Philippines in general, will always be dear to me. It is just that the Filipino way of living is just like an intrepid great great grandmother: you love her dearly but there are traits you’d be happy to burn away.

Here are the things I cannot for Beejebus’ name comprehend:

1. Living small.

I cannot, for the futnuckin’ life of it, why and how Pinoys can settle living in a cramped place.  I understand the Philippines is just a small group of islands but is that any reason why classes D, C, and even some Bs would opt to live in near-coffin compartments? Sometimes I think its the lack of ambition. Ambition to live more properly. Because they are now used to the place.  Or accepting things without a fight.

Or do we have THE genetic makeup that will finally rid the world of claustrophobia? Does it have some significance as to why there are more unusually short college freshmen today than in my day? (My god, they’re freakishly small.)

Condo?

Actually, you can live comfortably in a small place, look at the Japanese, tatami and futons no? Pero dito inaanay na cardboard, walang bintana, tsaka naglalaba pa si Ka Mameng sa may kanal inches away.

2. The roomates thing.

Boinking. Sleepwalking. Night terrors. Money problems.

Aside from that, there is no other reason to share a freaking room with another person. Unless you’re boinking your roommate, who is your gf/bf/secret gay lover, how in tarnation’s world would you be comfortable sharing a private quarters with somebody? More so if they are complete strangers?

It’s nuts I tell you.

My goodness, you’re earning enough to feed yourself and you live like a college dorm student? Bunking? With somebody? Pabili nga ng limang kilong dignity! Geez.

3. Working here but never really having a home here.

Rent a room or do the crazy roommate thing. But a lot of people doesn’t want a home or even consider having one here. For these chaps, their home is in their respective provinces: Isabela, Ilocos, whatsoever.

These are the guys who perpetuate substandard living conditions in the Metro. Sa kanila, pwede na yan kasi di naman talaga tirahan.  Mauuwian lang sa trabaho. Dude, if youre there the majority of the week kahit tulog ka, tirahan na yan, tanga. Magpakadisente ka naman mamaya kinakain ka na ng daga dyan.

4. Livin’ with the folks.

Okay, kumikita ka na ng sapat. Suppose to say you have no responsibilities. Solo flight, ika nga. Unless you have a debilitating ilness or a brain malfunction, why in hell would it NOT bother you that you’re still living with your parents or relatives?

Spare me the family solidarity schmuck. The Americans are right on this independence on a certain age thing.  Its an ugly truth:  some people don’t grow up, kahit na nakabuntis na. Pakshet Isang kaing ngang dignidad dito.

If we are building proper residential areas- heck even proper residences for the kind of people who are the backbone of the Makati Business district, it would make sense that we will be more productive. right? Good luck na lang manong kung di ka makapagtrabaho kasi kinain ng daga yung binti mo.

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