Don’t you just hate it when people mispronounce your last name? Well, I do. Yesterday, some guys on the phone was asking for Ryan Garcia…with Garcia pronounced like Felicia. I almost corrected him. When I was still living in the Philippines, everytime the postman comes to deliver the mail, he would do the same thing. Agh. It’s really nothing but it’s a pet peeve of mine.
Anyway, Ate Ella and Kuya Arnold moved in to their condo today. We were there this afternoon. It’s not fat from here: it’s just a couple of blocks walk from my place. It’s actually a nice place. It’s only one bedroom, but it’s spacious enough for two people. It’s not like they’re going to stay there for long with the baby coming and all that. It even has a fireplace. Romantic…
I actually like their place. It’s very cozy. It’s no secret to my family that I would like to move out in the future. Not because I wanted my “freedom.” I can pretty much do whatever pleases me right now while I’m still living at home. I am considered as an adult in my house entitled to my own decisions. Not because I find my family unbearable to live with. On the contrary, I love my family. I love to wake up in the morning (or in the afternoon) to hear everyone talking at once on the kitchen. I love arguing with them on every little thing. I love being around them. And it’s not because I find my family meddling. People in my house respects everyone’s privacy. Just ask Kristine. Sometimes she forgets her diary in the living room and other common places in the house, yet no one ever read it. My Mom would say that she’ll never read it because Kristine’s handwriting is microscopic and she couldn’t make out what she wrote. But I didn’t believe her for a second there. I know she’s not going to read it otherwise. There was one instance though that my diary was broken into by Ryan and he read it…and he told me he read it…but he was in grade 3, so I forgave him.
I want to have my own place because for me that’s an achievement. Imagine looking at your own place and say: “Wow, I really bought this?” I would like to feel that. Plus, I love decorating. I love painting. I love art. As much as my parents how impeccable taste when it comes to decorating, I have my own ideas. This is their house after all and they should get to dow hatever they want to. But I would like to have a place where I can do whatever I want to do as well. Not that they restrict whatever I want to do in my own room. I remember when Bass and I painted my room, they called it the “Palabok Room” because of its deep yellow colour. I also want the responsibility of taking care of bills, cleaning my own space, cooking for myself, doing the laundry and stuff.
I know one of these days, I’ll be able to do that. And when the time comes, I will also look forward to having my family over — you know inviting them over or them dropping by once in a while. As long as they call first😉.
Okay, back to reality. First half of this week is going to be a busy one for me. I finally was able to make and appointment to meet the OT for the Mentorship Program. We’ll meet on Monday afternoon. I have lab on Tuesday, meaning that I’ll be on campus from 10am to 5pm. Boo. I also have midterms Tuesday and Wednesday. I’ve been studying for 5 hours now, maybe I should take a break.
I wonder what’s on TV. Lol.