I’m Now In Lahug

It’s not easy moving from one place to another. that’s why even after so long that im away from my family, i never considered buying a tv, or even a desktop computer. I never had luck with renting a room ever since I started working. This was because my landlady before never paid the rent to the owner of the house. Hence, I got stuck within their problems resulting in us getting kicked out. I had better luck with my cousins though even though we transferred like every 2 years or so. At least I did not have to worry about looking for a house because my cousins were the ones who looked for a new place to stay. Supposedly this time, we’re staying for good since they bought the apartment. However, since I got married, my wife and I can’t stay in my cousin’s place anymore. We would have to transfer. And last night we did, above my wife’s parent’s house haha. They purposedly added a 2nd floor to accomodate lodgers working in the IT Park. So my wife and I are occupying 2 rooms in the meantime until we sort out our civil status and start applying for immigration to New Zealand. Once we got in our room last night, it was a different feeling. I never had aircondition in my rented rooms before and this time we have one. I guess we had to, since the house beside our room is almost 10 centimeters apart so there’s no wind that would be able to get in our room. My first night went well … for a few hours. When morning came, at exactly 6am, the sound of Julie’s Bakeshop’s theme song started playing again and again and again. It should have been alright since they usually just pass by houses and barely come back. Problem was, the guy was idling around waiting for customers. It looked like a static stall instead. I was pissed beacuse so early in the morning this guy doesn’t plan on going away. So my wife’s dad told him to turn it off and that was the end of it … er … nope. At exactly 630am, the neighbor’s dogs barked out their shrill cries which was more irritating because the tone was quite high. As if things couldn’t get any worse, at exactly 7am, the neighboring house beside our room started their videoke session. What?!?!? So early in the morning! I decided to surrender trying to sleep again since the bass sound was as loud as the volume of their videoke music. Add in that singing voice and you get a deadly combo of irritating proportion. I couldn’t force myself to listen to my iTouch while sleeping because it’s not healthy. I thought my sleepless nights would be over. I was wrong. It’s just the beginning of more of them …

By the way, I really want to teleport them to Bantayan Island every time they will turn on their videoke music.