Unit B2

I have been living alone since May this year and I am having a me-time overdose but I am enjoying it. From 2007, I have been blogging on and off and promising one periodic post after another that I will be updating as often as I could, but define "often". I am tempted again to say that I'll try to post more frequently from here on but I'm off-topic now so I'll carry on from the first sentence of this paragraph (too much blabber).

I'd like to share to you my 25-square meter studio-type room that has become my home for less than a year now. I used to dream about getting my own pad and living alone like a real bachelor and this is the closest that I can get. The apartment where I am renting now is along the Grove, about 300-meter walk to the UPLB gate. Just beside our gate is a coffee shop, a cake house and small bar. Stone's throw away is a hospital and across the road is a small bookstore, a beauty salon, and a town mall under construction. More restaurants, drinking bars and coffee shops are just a few meters walk. Perfect location, if you will agree.

It was just last July, through the help of my eager and willing Ate RD, that my room had a make-over (this blog is also my way of thanking Ate RD for her time and the job well done). It looks pretty decent and more home-y now, see. 

My room before -- bare without curtains and unorganized.

My room now -- the perfect place to rest after a day's work.

My fascination as of late is making my own food. It's a pity that burner and/or stove is not allowed in the apartment but nothing can deter the inner cook in me so with a rice cooker (thanks to my former roomie, Rein for leaving it with me) and an oven toaster, I do my own pasta, sandwiches and grilled cravings (I will have a different post about my cooking in the coming days). My fridge satisfies the food lover in me (a second-hand Sanyo I bought from Darell, a kuya who left IRRI to work in Mexico). Without it, my groceries would be limited and keeping my leftovers would be impossible.

I am less of a "gala" now because instead of going out or hanging around at some friends house, I would rather stay in my little crib and sleep or cook or read or do extended office/academic works. I also realized that cleaning the toilet, next to cooking, is one of my favorite things to do on a weekend. Living alone, all I care about is my own clutter and I can clean it whenever I like. The best  part, I think, is during lazy days that   I can just "stay home on my birthday suit and let everything hang loose".

By the way, friends are always welcome to visit as long as they bring food. Brewed coffee is on me.