- stripperella: you need to scrub, scrub, scrub and moisturize. perfectly yours!
- me: ._. *nods in agreement*
- stripperella: me, when i have no money, i use my panty to scrub my face.
- LOL. my stripperella made me happy today.
i think i need to put this into writing one way or another before i go nuts from this stressful life living with my 3 roommates (the avoidance of the use of adjectives suggests the difficulty in finding euphemisms for them.), dealing with school and being in LDR with family.
i think everybody needs to pass this phase only once in their life and never go back. we all need to move along and mature. don’t get me wrong. i am not blaming them for behaving the way they are. it’s one of those things you just need to rant about because you hate it but can’t do anything about it. acceptance needs its time to sink in. it’s only been 4 months, give me a break i’ll be doing this for 4 more years.
being with kids (mostly teenagers) for 8-10 hours in school is hard enough. you have to deal with all the drama that is highschool in the western world. same drama all over again. it think i’m waaaay beyond that point in my life. not to mention the perverted boys in your class that just sends your palm to meet your face.
living in a dormitory with 3 other people (again, teenagers) is enough to drive an adult crazy (boy, do i sound so mature right now..) but generation gap isn’t the only issue. living with people of different wavelength in the mental category is a big factor too.
and their taste in music. gah~ i never thought this would hit a nerve in me. i wish they would finally discover the important use of earphones before i surrender to using earplugs. and sadly, that’s not the only atrocious thing that my auditory senses are being subjected to everyday. i have to listen to them talk about shallow, idiotic trifles on their phone with their boy/friends. sometimes, i hear one of them throwing a fit at her boy yelling like nobody’s asleep. it’s enough to send my sanity to a wormhole.
ahh, sleep. of quality is such a luxury for me that i cannot afford by living in a dormitory.
in all fairness, i can be really tolerable to most things. i think i left all my “arte”-ness back in canada. i’ve somehow managed to sleep on top of a bunk bed with horrible mattresses, ride jeepneys that ran on polluted streets and dine in karinderyas with questionable sanitation. extrinsic factors are easier to deal with.
when i first came here, my mother would call me almost everyday which drastically reduced to twice-thrice a week because my brother is complaining about the phone bills. now, i’m trying to get used to her once-a-week phone calls which i would be unable to pick-up most of the time. i have so many things to talk to her about that i keep forgetting to bring up during when she finally calls.
the parentals sent me a thingamajiggy called “magic jack” so they/i can call me/them for free. provided i have a decent intranet connection. the magic word would be “decent”. in my current situation, my crappy dorm wifi that spits out one measly bar of wifi signal is nowhere near the word decent.
i cannot wait to have a space of my own. my parents got me a condo but i wont be able to live in it for 2 more years. it wont be for a while and i need more patience. lots and lots more patience to keep myself from becoming clinically insane.
does anybody know a good shrink in town?
“3% damage, nothing more”, says i.
3% injury untended could grow 30%, maybe 50% more.
maybe i got invisible bruises to this invisible feelings.
they sting, they hurt.
unseen. unreal.. unreal.
hands on the chin, stolen glimpse of your smile as you turn to your right.
i would’ve sat closer if there weren’t a sea of people between us.