Ordinary Days

I was all alone over the weekend as my two housemates were nowhere to be found. The other one is in Philippines for some corporate- slave thingy while the other one has always been into his very irregular work schedule. My good buddy joe is also not in town (attending a wedding in Jakarta) and will only be back next week.

My Sunday was fine but boring. I cleaned house and made my room shiny in just 30 mins. Oh, by the way, our house is always very clean. Actually, we have a maid that cleans our house once a week but she was always complaining that she's having hard time cleaning the house cos there is nothing to clean at all. Our friends who visited our house has always been having the same comment that our house is very clean that it looks like no one is staying there. Why is it so? I also don't know :)

Don't tell me that "someone" (cannot be seen by the naked eye) is cleaning? Oh my god!

I have a confession to make (well, of couse myself knew this), I am so afraid of the ghost! I hate them so much. The fact that they are not real is not helping me to be scared. I used to like watching ghost movie when I was a little younger (like 4-5 years ago), but not now anymore. I remember this incident where my housemate was watching a tagalog horror movie in our living room .... and I just hated it. I closed my room and played a loud music so not to hear the sound effects of the horror movie playing outside. I can watch vampires or some kind of monster movies, but not a ghost (you know, like a real human that suddenly stands behind the door of a fridge when you closes it). I hate that ....

Why am I telling this story? It is because, I have few friends who have encountered an explainable incidents in our house. One of my housemates who happen to have a so-called "third eye" have seen many creatures aside from me (hahaha).

Last night was really funny cos he was in the house, while I was preparing my dinner in the kitchen, (ham and cheese sandwich after a 4-km run) we chat a little bit, and while we were talking, the light suddenly turns off by itself. The funny thing was, he shouted louder than me. Hahaha! I was supopsed to be the one afraid to death but he was the one who turned on me. And while he was about to tell many stories of ghosts, I immediately cover my ear and started to sing loud so not to hear any of his crap words.