Housemates

 I’m so annoyed with my housemates, especially the guy from Bangladesh. Every time we encounter each other in the common areas, he really gets on my nerves. I try to avoid making any small talk with him as much as possible.

As for Ate Marie, ever since she came back from the holidays, I’ve noticed how frequently the door is being slammed loudly. It’s such an unrefined habit. Every time they close the door, it’s done in such a noisy way.

How can this guy just ask me out of nowhere if there’s any painting that needs to be done in my room? Seriously, asking me on the spot without any prior notice is so inconsiderate. If something needs to be done, they could at least inform me ahead of time so I can arrange my things properly. Instead, he expects me to move my stuff immediately just because he says so.

I’m reminded of the time he asked me to switch my bed to a bunk bed right after I returned from my holiday. It was such poor timing—he didn’t even consider how exhausting it is to travel back to the Maldives from Manila. Ate Marie knows how draining that trip can be. On top of that, I was left to fix the bulky bed by myself without any help. This Bangladesh guy is so rude and thoughtless

If moving out wasn’t such a hassle and if I could find another place just as affordable, I would have made the decision to leave a long time ago