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Moving Out
During the start of the sem, my parents asked me to move to a boarding house because of the unending water problem in our flat. The only sensible choice for me is to move in to my friends (not very best friends since only one of them is in my inner circle). After all, I want to experience how it feels to live with people around.

From my first three years in college, I lived alone in a room. It sits on top of a building literally touching a the top of the pine trees around it. Its roomy for someone living alone, clean, and its free! I have a TV with good reception, a recently busted DVD player (but I swear am going to get a new one soon), a PC, everything... except for water.

I was happy. I can sing my lungs out as if I am in a concert. I can make all the noise I want, watch all the porn I want (ROFL!!!!), and do my work in peace. But one way or another, I was lonely. I wished Leah could live in there too (even if I can't watch all the porn I want if she is around) but obviously she can't because boys and girls should live in separate dorms. So I decided to move to Aldwin's, the second most happiest place on earth.

Aldwin's boarding house is a haven for our barkada. Especially now that they already have a gaming console (PS2 courtesy of the gullible Alain), laptops, and a PSP. Everyone hangs out there often too giving me the social interaction I need. So I moved there after the first week of classes.

To my dismay it didn't worked out quite well. I know my friends are naturally slobs (except for Leah, Gabe, and I) but I did expect them to clean up a bit when I moved. Surprise surprise! They didn't changed a bit. Well, I was willing to give compromise by spending stuff for them (free food and all that blah) but the dirt just doesn't cut it. The kitchen never ran out of roaches courtesy of 2 day old plates with left over on them. The comfort room was clean but uncomfortable. The off colored tiles and lack of lighting makes it hard for me to take bath.I also felt like the bugs (although harmless and they don't look dirty)were staring at me whenever I take a dump. As for the bed rooms, the bed was a bit too small for me and ventilation is really bad. The family next door kept chickens in cages right outside our bedroom window and it smells. And since the room is small, fog condenses into moist resulting into a sleepless night over wet comforters. Visiting them was one thing, living with them is another.

Now here I am, moving my stuff back to my tree top flat. I don't care if I would have to go up and down the building for forty times while carrying a pale of water with my frail frame. (Parang, ya right, pale of water lang pala eh. But its easier said than done seriously.) I would rather live alone and wallow in my own loneliness.

I apologized profusely to my friends. I bluntly asked them if I am maarte. They said yes without a doubt. But I would rather be maarte than do something that I don't want to do (or live somewhere which turns out to be different).

The night after moving most of my stuff, I jumped to my bed even without the sheets. I hugged my pillow and I was happy.

In before grammar errors and misspelled words.

PS:

As I type this blog entry, there is this old guy who is staying at a very uncomfortable distance . He is with the guy in the next cubicle but still, my paranoia is acting up.