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So last night, I determined the 2 major things I *hated* about the Philippines, as in things that I absolutely refuse to deal with if I had to live there.
The unavailability of toilet paper in public restrooms. Why the hell do I have to pay to buy a freakin half-ass size travel pack of tissue paper from the vending machine in the restroom? Do people not wipe there?
The lack of ice-cold beverages. Even the beer was barely cold. Even adding ice in your water didn’t do much. I like my drinks cold, and thank goodness that my mom knew to fill my dad’s fridge with water bottles and turned up the temperature.
Here are the things that irked me about the country, but is still not enough that would be considered untolerable in my book:
Small serving sizes. After living in the US for over half my life, I’ve gotten used to the American servings. But, hey, I can always order more, so no biggie.
Lack of hot water for showering. The first thing I wanted to do as soon as I got back to LA was to take a nice long hot shower. Chris and I were saying that we should just take some chairs to bring in the shower so we can just chill lol. Although, the cold water did feel nice compared to the warm weather, I would just have to brace myself for the sudden drop in temperature.
Speaking of showering, I am no longer used to using a tabo to ligo. I understand that the water pressure there is not as great, but come on now.
Smelly streets. The sewage reeks. Not really something I would smell on my walk from my dad’s house to Chow King (which only takes 2 minutes at the most). Oh, and especially with my “ability” to smell like a hound dog.
MOSQUITOES!!! Bug bites hive up to an insane size so, it was such a pain having to put on Off! spray on top of the sunblock.
Filipinos do NOT have a sense of space. When I’m in line for something, please do not be 2 inches right behind me, give me my space. I have a security radius that I require, otherwise I get uneasy. Maybe it’s the American in me.
Stinginess in providing napkins at restaurants, both fast food and sit-down. Not only is the napkin already half a ply, but you give me literally just one, small ass napkin. And it doesn’t help if I have to eat with my hands.
Traffic sucks. Drivers are insane, traffic laws are non-existent, road conditions have been neglected. Great example: although it was funny, Tito Jeff bought a 6pack of San Miguel from the gas station and straight opened up the can as he drove us home. Drinking and driving is no longer okay in my book, but what was I supposed to do?
The long-ass flight sucks. Especially when you’re sick as a dog. Likewise, I don’t do well with jetlag.
The homeless people just loitering the streets, knocking on your window when you’re at a stoplight. It’s sad but at the same time disappointing and shameful.
I hate rain no matter what so I’m going to have to add that to this list. Yes, tropical rain normally doesn’t last too long, but I still can’t stand it. Walking on the beach while it’s raining is no fun when I’m getting wet sand on my legs because my flip flops are floppin lol.
Why is the domestic airport way nicer/newer than the international airport?
Of course this blog will be incomplete without a list of the things that I liked/loved about my birth country…
People will talk shit to your face/be straightforward with you. Now I understand this can be both a pro and a con. But I found it hilarious that my own Lola was talking shit to the waitress because the food was taking too long. Despite all the crap, the waitress still laughed it off and served the food with a smile.
It was nice to come back home with a bed that was done. I hate making my bed, so having our helper make the bed for us was nice.
Same with the laundry.
Always eating! Abundance of food, increased frequency in meals. Gaining weight es no bueno though.
my new favorite food place in the Philippines. If I had the money, I would open a franchise here in LA.
Food was cheap! Yes, servings are smaller, but even if you order multiple things, it still totals to an amount way less than what I would normally pay.
Boracay is so beautiful. The water is super clear, the sand felt so nice between my toes. It is so nice and relaxing, minus the solicitors. Although the solicitors can be found amusing sometimes (*search Boracay massage girls on YouTube*).
I know I’m gonna sound like a spoiled brat with this one but it was nice asking the helpers to do stuff for you. I asked her to get me a bottle of Off! lotion so she ran to the store for me (not literally). I didn’t have to get up to get my own glass of water, I simply asked someone to do it for me. And I didn’t have to clear the table after the meal.
My childhood home. I was able to look through old photo albums, my old clothes were still there, so was my old homework and even my diary from when I was 7ish. The house gets smaller and smaller as I come back every time, but I guess that comes with age.
Lola’s house being right across the street. I love the easy access to food and of course, Lola.
Jeeps are fun to ride in. So are tricycles.
Filipino fruits such as lanzones and atis. And makopa and santol. And Filipino mangoes »> Mexican mangoes.
Fresh arroz caldo for breakfast. Yum. Too bad I didn’t get a chance to eat champorado while I was there.
Jollibee tastes so much better than the Jollibees here in LA.
I think I ate liempo almost everyday that we were in Boracay. I could eat that everyday.
Knowing myself, I’ll probably keep going back to this entry as things pop in my mind. And as a disclaimer, these lists are not arranged in a specific order.