Living alone will make you into an independent person; or into a reckless one.
For me, I was reckless and crazy.
Just kidding.


Ever since I live on a boarding house, no one would tell me when’s the curfew, who am I going with; what should I and shouldn’t do. I am free, uncontrollable and no one could stop me from going out and have some fun. So after the duty, me, Bea and Lexter usually hang out at a karaoke or go to the mall, drink at local bars and party.

Gian our roommate in another conjoined room, invited us to celebrate his birthday; luckily I bought my bottle of Gin which I failed to drink because.. obviously why would the hell I finish a bottle of Gin?

And so we bought some snacks, sprite and lime juice but unfortunately lime juice broke because of poor quality of cellophane. In the end, we had Sprite as a chaser instead. When we started drinking, Gian told us some facts of his life and we told ours too until…. we were caught drinking

So, in the end, the owner told our parents what had happened. Fortunately I’m lucky, dad didn’t know about it, or else he’ll go and take me home (and won’t pay the rest of my rent balance. Haha). It’s a good thing that his phone got destroyed and wouldn’t receive any text messages.

And another thing, I forgot to tell you that the place where I live in has a curfew. Dang.
So when our duty days got extended, we finished our stay till it’s due and transfer to another house. It was a room for rent suitable for us three. There, the place was good: with a large common bathroom, good flooring, television, and a wifi connection. The fun part is that we have a key for the gate, the door and for our room because we told the landlady that we came always late every night (at that time we already work at the bar).

So what happened was we left hell and live at heaven.