the last weekend in Manila, 2010 edition
I have done absolutely nothing today.
I repeat.
NOTHING.
Nothing productive, that is, except maybe tidying the room up a bit. My things are no longer invading my roommates' desk spaces, and all the dust bunnies I've been nursing since the start of the sem have been set freeeee.
What am I still doing in my now dustless dorm room when it's so close to Christmas and I should be at home with my family watching Christmas specials on TV, you ask? Well, Ateneo's break starts on the 23rd, which is only five days away from now. Until then, I've got school for three more days.
Sigh. There's no one to talk to in my room. Ara and Jean are both in their respective homes now (UP Diliman's Christmas break started on the 18th), so I'm left with the-
:|
There's this lady that sits on the bench outside Ken Afford, which is right beneath my room (both Ken Afford AND the bench, I mean), and every night she starts yelling at nobody in particular. She's yelling too fast for me to understand anything she's trying to say, but she sounds pretty mad.
In Bisaya, the word for it is "yaw-yaw". It basically means blabbering, but it has come to mean a more angry sort of blabbering. Yammering, if you will.
I mention her because as I was writing this, she started yelling again (she still is right now) and it just -
aslkf jasl;dfk jasl;fk jas
IT BOTHERS ME SO MUCH!!!
It stresses me out. It's like I'M the one being yelled at, even though she can't see me and she doesn't even know me (WOAH, PANOPTICON MUCH).
It would be pretty mean of me to say that I want her to shut up, because who knows - she might have a good reason to be angry at the world - but to be honest
I JUST WISH SHE WOULD SHUT UP!!!
You know how in The Sims 3, the bad mood of one Sim can bring down other Sims' moods as well? That's what's going on here. STOP YELLING, LADY!!! So much unnecessary stress. :-<
I'm sorry. This has been yet another incoherent rant brought to you by the letter B*.
*B for boredom. ~(-__-~)
totally unrelated to this blog entry: i know what i want for my birthday! a copy of your novel. and you can't deny me cause you already know how much it sucks to be born near Christmas. baym.
ReplyDeleteHow can I send a copy to you if I don't know who you are?:))
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