I used to live in two separate low-rise condominium units years ago until I got robbed by an Akyat-Bahay Gang syndicate. I did not expect to immediately have a phobia of living alone after that incident, but surprisingly I did the day after. I was so freaked out that I paid a jobless friend of mine P2,000 per visit to guard the unit while I was away at work for the next 2 weeks. Then I canceled my contract with the condo admin. office.
For years before that happened, I was always craving to be spending time alone away from my family. When you're in Metro Manila and single, that was rare. And I did for more than a year. I guess the bad people finally caught up with me and did their way with me finally. A month after the robbery, I was back inside my folks' home, curled up like a fetus inside my old room.
Soft-Viewing A Condominium
It was only a month ago when I was back inside another condominium -- the St. Francis Shangri-La Place -- but that time as a birthday party guest to a kid's sweet seven or something. I didn't care. She was small. She was my friend's daughter and she did not smile a lot. After getting tired of waiting for the food to be served inside the function hall of the condominium, I tagged along Joanne outside to roam around the rest of the building.
|A kiddie party guest at the functional hall|
The function hall level seemed to be the lowest level also of the residential units which explained the posh receiving area that I saw, complete with a groovy woodwork of a divider that elegantly filtered the sunshine outside the ceiling-to-floor glass wall.
Next, we stepped onto the circular-oriented stairs which resembled a serpent from where we were.
Finally, we had a fun time doing silhouettes outside the swimming pool area which was exclusive for residents. It was only a matter of time until the building receptionist called our attention and asked us why we were where we were. Soon, we hurried back to the function hall in time for spaghetti.
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