The Curse of the House on the Corner

I used to live with 11 other girls in this old, white house on the corner of Esteban Abada street a few steps away from McDo Katipunan. It has what it takes to send chills down your spine - a creepy huge mirror in the living room, a dark, dingy hallway with empty shelves, a gigantic wardrobe whose partially open doors will make you think of a bloodied hand crawling out of it, supposed whispers of a little girl from one of the rooms, and a caretaker who emerges out of the kitchen at nighttime with a face as white as bone (but the neck and arms remain an uneven tan).

Legend has it that a curse has fallen on the female tenants of this house. True, the rent was dirt cheap with cable TV, landline and no curfew; and for three girls sharing the room adjacent to the house, there was aircon and another bathroom, even. It was believed that the Abada curse puts anyone's lovelife in doom (TAN-DAN-DAN-DAN!!!). It was only Pagan who was supposedly spared from this, but only until after an ex-boyfriend's suicidal attempt on the flyover. The harana episode by the stairs during our freshman year was supposed to be promising. However, that ended abruptly but started the yosi bonding habit by the stairs til the wee hours of the morning (totally forgetting we had homework/tests the next day). Nobody really had anything going for them in the lovelife department (at least with the guys we liked hahaha) until we were forced to move out because they had to renovate the house.

A few years after graduation, we still found ourselves as singletons, and were actually thinking if the curse actually materialized. That white house is now an orange building with a bank on the ground floor. We met and dated some men but they didn't stay for long, or we can't bear to spend another minute with them. As we push to our 30s, we were psyching ourselves that we'll just be career women for the rest of our lives.

Fast forward to 2008. Tina has a beautiful daughter, Damcelle's found her Mr. Right, Mix is happily married and grape-picking in the French countryside and working on her book; Atty. Pagan's busy with Shorty and their wedding plans; Mimi's exchanging sweet nothings with a French beau from miles away; Irene's been happy with the Indonesian; I've found a jogging and food trip partner in Peejo; and new on the list is.... (TAN-DAN-DAN-DAN!) Bianca holding hands with (ahem) on a rendezvous in Town Center!!! Hahahaha! :) Maybe the curse is wearing off now. Cathi, Keysi, Duday, Jo-Anne, cross your fingers! :)