Crossing Bounderies

I told myself before I went to bed last night to let go of the hate or whatever negative feelings that I had that time. But today, I woke up with a heavy heart still. Maybe the only way to totally let go of these not-so-nice emotions is to write about it.

Here goes:

While I was leaving the office last night, my roommate texted me: "....may nag-arrange sa bahay at ang ating rice cooker ay nasa lalagyan ng ating mga sapatos. I won't touch anything para makita n'yo." Translated: Somebody rearranged our stuff in the house and our rice cooker was placed in the shoe rack. I won't touch anything so you can see it yourselves.

We moved in our present pad less than a year ago after almost twoyears of house-hopping. This was our 7th. Every house we stayed in, there were always issues and we couldn't get to find a place we can really call home, not until this last one. Our very good friend's cousins needed new housemates after their parents went back to their hometown. So we moved in- me and my friend and a month later, my friend's cousin. That made us five in the house- me, my friend, my friend's cousin and the two sisters.

The flat had one common area/ dining area, a little kitchen and sink, one comfort room, one bathroom and two bedrooms. The two 'original house owners' shared one bedroom while we occupied the other. It wasn't the perfect place but with all the seven apartments/ boarding houses we've stayed in, this so far was the only place we liked- a humble home indeed. We can cook, do the laundry (without the landlady nagging about the water bill), have movie marathons..everything! We equally share the bills -house rent, electricity, internet, phone and cable. Not bad since there are five of us in the house.

Issues (at our end) blossomed when one of our housemates got pregnant and eventually got married December of last year. The husband moved in. So the sisters now had an addition and the three of them shared the one bedroom. We were cool about it. They originally own the house anyway. But then there are some things about the husband that we kind of don't like: He watches television (One-tree Hill marathon) until wee hours of the morning. He doesn't have work so he is in the house almost 24/7, meaning their air condition is on for almost 24/7 too! (We are worried about the electricity bill. What we understand is that he doesn't have his share in the paying part. I don't know. For months now we are dividing the bills by five- that excludes him.) He cooks a lot but he doesn't clean the gas range after use, not even turning off/closing (whatever!) the gas tank/bulb. He doesn't wash the pots and pans most of the time. Worse, he gets from our supplies (rice, spices, veggies, fresh milk, etc.) and doesn't bother replacing them! We didn't have problems with our original housemates. We never had these issues before!

One of the sisters had to go out of the country just last month, leaving us five in the house. The couple now had their privacy. Good for them.

Last week, our pregnant housemate gave birth. We were more than happy. The new addition to the family was such an angel. Beautiful indeed.

But then things in the house got worst. The husband's mom and little sister temporarily moved in so they can help the young parents with the baby and things around the house. Honestly, we have nothing against it. BUT after 24 hours of their stay in the house, I came home with the house all spruced up. Nice and neat. Then I saw our rice cooker on our shoe rack. Whoever placed it there, thank you very much but the rice cooker doesn't belong there.

We weren't just alienated. I had a I-came-home-to-a-stranger's-house kind of feeling. Things were rearranged. Pots and pans were transferred some place where roaches breed and where all kinds of germs reside- beside the trash bin. To add insult to injury, I couldn't find our pancit left-over I placed in the fridge the other night. Only to find it in a little plastic somewhere inside the fridge! Who in world could have dared do that when the food container I used for the pancit was ours. =(

I don't know what other surprises I'd come home to tonight. Good luck to me. Good luck to us!

My First Entry

Technically, this isn't my first time to blog. I have my multiply account where I keep my precious-stuff-slash-tidbits-of-my-life and where every now and then, I put to writing some of my thoughts, relevant or not, just so I can 'unload'. It's fun actually. I sometimes get so much excited (with my few posts) that I don't wait for friends to discover the post themselves but instead go blabbing about it. Nothing wrong with that. But there are also times when you seriously seriously want to unload about some things, serious things (as if), but you also are hesitant to write about it because...OK, maybe not really serious stuff but say for example you are very much disgusted about your room mate's smelly feet but you just can't write about it because one day your room mate will read about it. Bang! World War III! Another is: you feel so sad on Valentine's day because apparently your boyfriend has no plans and you were expecting something big. You want to pour out your emotions but you can't because friends might think that he's a no-good boyfriend.

OK, I probably need a diary but diaries are so decades ago! I want something personal but not so far behind where in I can broadcast to the world all my thoughts, experiences, etcetera, without any qualms, any hesitations. I want a wall where I can freely write anything under the sun.

Segue a bit: It's really funny because while making this entry, I was exchanging text messages with a friend. Our conversation started with my rants on buying a new pair of swimsuits for this summer and how I wanted to get one with nice material and construction but just don't have the luxury for it. In reply, she quotes a local celeb- "I haven't watched any of the concerts by foreign artists. It's just the odd reason that I couldn't spend that much for a ticket unless free, why not?!" Same with my thought on the swimsuit daw, nice to spend if you have sobrang money. Then I answered back with my thoughts on travelling (which is connected with my swimsuit dilemma, I tell you.): I am not so much into travelling. (Don't get me wrong though. I do love travelling and see the world and learn about other cultures. I just have my reasons.) Yeah, it's all worth the expense but you go home to your non-extravagant life with your parents having problems on where to get money for your younger brother's allowance! Guess what her reply was: "hahahaha I think you (should) make a blog and don't tell your friends about the URL. That way you can express thoughts running through your head...interesting!"

That is so what I'm writing at this very moment! Chadaaaannnnn.... Thus, the birth of this blog: Confessions of a Silent Observer. Why the title? go figure!=)

I hope this blog gets another day. Sometimes, if not all the time, I'm only good on day one.