There are nine occupants in our flat consisting of 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 1 kitchen, and 1 living area (converted into another bedroom). Eight of us are Filipinos and we have one Nepalese. All women, of course.
This is the second time I have to live [independently] in a place other than my home and my province. The first time was in Boracay, but that was only for about a month. And I was with Dize, a very close friend. In here...well, I was thinking, it's not like we are BFFs here, so there really is no need to check each other's lifestyle and schedule (as long as it doesn't bother others), but they do.
Okay, so we don't ask permission if we need to go somewhere. But nevertheless, we have to tell where we will go (or who we will go with). And sometimes it sucks. Because most of our activities outside involve persons or places that we'd rather not tell others. You know, personal space? Are we not allowed to have secret meetings?
Especially in my case. I do not rant about my personal life with these house BADdies. I am not like JMC who always go to Dubai and we all know the reason why. There are just so many nosy people in this house. Can they just mind their own business?
Like about a week ago. There was this person who was asking me out for dinner, and I cannot accept the invitation because I do not know what to tell my house BADdies. They know the person. They know the place. I can, of course, just disappear from our house, but sooner or later they will bombard me with calls and text messages, and it will just become troublesome. And after that, I'll be in hot seat again.
Tsk. Kaliwali.
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