June Bug Blog

In spite of the solo scream fest that transpired early this week, there’s no reason why I should mark a date on my calendar right away. The hag apologized personally to every one, but Housemates 1 and 2 are not convinced. They can be unforgiving, but I do really like them. I have not talked to Housemate 3 for more than five minutes though. Our next conversation topic should not be about – of all possible topics – the weather.

I already like the place; the first floor, which holds the bathroom, laundry area and a bedroom for one, is spacious and quiet. It’s a bummer that we are not allowed to cook; I have been obsessing over bento boxes these past few days pa naman. The second floor has the second bedroom, fit enough for four girls, our egos, and our closets. Thanks to a nearby mall’s sale; I finally purchased all the necessary bedroom stuff yesterday. Yehey! for discounts.

The apartment is flanked by houses, condos, and restaurants. Last night, while looking for a 7-11, we ended up in Burgos, that place famous for girlie bars. It was midnight and Carla needed her fix to stay awake until the wee hours of the morning. We crossed the really seedy-looking street and went in the convenience store wearing pambahay, meaning shirts, shorts and tsinelas. We did not care, but we were really sniggering on our way back.

There’s a, uhm, money-making opportunity. It’s pimping, you fool. We are pseudo-prigs like that, hahaha. Moving on, week one seriously bombed; the most frustrating of which has to do with Zach, the laptop. He’s a clean slate again; thankfully I have a CD back-up. Why did he even fail during the most opportune time possible? Obviously, he’s acting right already; I just can’t easily let go of my permissible money-making opportunities anyway.

Moving Out, Moving In

I am so fuckin’ stoked. I was able to find a kick-ass apartment (thumbs up for being affordable, nice, and safe!) in Makati. Take note: walking distance from Ayala Avenue. Clue: Bel-air area. See that blue, jagged line in the map? That would be our route to and fro our work place. Yes, quite a walk, but I am used to leg muscle exercises. I love looong walks! No sarcasm here.

Carla and I would be moving in this May. We would be sharing a two-story apartment with two girls and a guy (we don’t really know them, but whatever. It’s going to be a whole lot of fun, I hope.) We already gave our initial payment. Also, I have (sort of) told my parents as well as my aunt whom I share a unit in Cubao, and they are cool with it. Which is good.

I’m so excited to move in. Thank you www.MoveintheCity.com. Free advertisement here, haha. Jeff, I asked random people if they could recommend an apartment, and a few suggested that I should check your awesome website. That should help make your day. And to my landlady who seems nice and grandmotherly, thank you very much. Yayness!

Quick to panic While those living approximately t…

While those living approximately ten meter radius away from where I am living in are already enjoying the luxury of running water and electricity, I still have to make use of Liwanag candles and tank water. Thankfully, neither do I look like crap or need some serious scrubbing since there’s enough water until that busted electrical system in the building gets fixed maybe later this week.

Flashback: Friday night. Around 10 PM. The electrical post on the street corner went haywire when the first surge of electricity reacted with water that inhabited the recesses of the transformer. At first, it was an innocent cymbal-like sound. Seconds later, a cacophony of ear-splitting sounds and blinding lights that could rival a firework display scared anyone within a close proximity with that electrical post.

My aunt who had already packed her shoulder bag with important stuff was already dashing to the door while I still had to get my purse, keys, and obsolete cell phone. Needless to say, I was scared sh*tless, paranoid, panicky, and agitated. When we went down the first floor, all our fellow A.M. residents were already gathering in circles, trying to make a sense of what was happening. There were smokes coming out, and so we decided to get out of the building (Someone forgot to switch off the electrical system thus, it was damaged.) only to be scared again by explosions from that damned electrical post.

Having heard of horror stories of people being electrocuted by electrical wires, I tried to stay away from them while we were on the streets until we were told that electricity was finally cut and that post was already disabled from being a monster capable of smoldering or blasting us into smithereens. (My imagination runs wild during this kind of extremely distressing situation, okay?)

That Friday night experience has stressed out two points: (1) when situations like that happens, you are quick to panic and sometimes your mouth reacts quickly than your brain. Making your rational side take over your whole system might be hard during a distressing situation but it will definitely spare you from resorting to stupid actions; and (2). You bring to safety what you deem important. While others got their bankbooks, the only valuable possession I can thought of that time was my purse containing my salary and my old phone whose value lies on its sim card. Only goes to show how ho-hum my possessions are.

Enough of this shameless confession. Wink.

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