The Igorot-haters!

If you're an Igorot what would you feel (and what would you do) if you heard someone say, "mga bobo kayong mga igorot, mga walang pinag-aralan" without any reason; and that someone is just around the corner?

It's really annoying when you hear somebody saying something bad about your race or let's just say the place where you came from. It will make you wanna' confront that person and stab him/her with piercing trash talks. Ouch!

This is rather a short story about this thing that me and my girl had experienced; in fact, we are currently experiencing it.

We have these neighbors, they are Ilocanos, who believed that they have the best family in the whole world; also they believed that the Igorots are the dirtiest and dumbest people. Such a description.

This is not about war-of-races; this is not to disgrace the two races (Igorot and Ilocano) as well. This is, I believe, a war between that family (the Igorot-haters) and their belief. A war between themselves alone.

According to wikipedia.org the Ilocano people are characterized as being hardworking and frugal, and they engage primarily in farming and fishing. The Ilocano culture represents very simple, sometimes spartan day-to-day living, focusing mostly on work and productivity, spending only on necessities and not on so much on ostentatious material possessions. Ilocanos also exemplify a great degree of respect and humility in their everyday dealings, much similar to their Tagalog counterparts.

Well it would be a good thing if one of the descriptions above fits the Igorot-haters, so bad not even one could be right for them.

I have a 25% Igorot blood, the other part makes me a Kalinga. My girlfriend is half-Igorot and I know she is proud to be one. We are both proud to be.

Exactly about a year ago we relocated to this place recommended by the sister of my girlfriend; she had an information that this place would be very comfortable for us. Also from this place there would be an easy access to almost all; like the market, grocery stores, malls, hospital, restaurants, etc. So we decided to pick the place; it's located somewhere in Sampaloc, Manila. It's an old 2-storey house; it has four rooms in the second-floor and a room downstairs. Three rooms upstairs are occupied now, 2 of them are occupied by friendly girls from Isabela. The only room at the ground-floor was occupied by the haters; they claimed they've been there for about 20 years now. Hmmm, I wonder why no tenants up-stairs are lasting for more than 2 years.

To be continued...