And so, another incident is added to the roster of weird dormitory happenings. Continue reading fml.
Was talking to Lightning via Goodol chat (that’s Google for you) last night and we ended up talking about 50 Shades of Gray, a novel by a certain E.L. James which, fortunately, I have not yet read. And have no plans of ever reading at all. The following conversation has been trimmed for maximum effect. This conversation, by the way, occurred half past midnight uhm, a while ago. Whatever. 12.37 AM. Continue reading me and my soundproof logic.
I just had the weirdest experience ever about a week ago. If that wasn’t enough, I had a weirder one just a few days ago. Continue reading some random dorm stuff
Due to insistent public demand, classes were suspended for two days. Well, one and a half since Tuesday classes were cancelled in the middle of the day. And not really because of public demand but because of heavy (and I do mean heavy) rains. On second thought, maybe you can still think of it as ‘public demand’ — the insistent, collective prayers of students asking for a break. Continue reading heavy rains and falling branches.
I have absolutely nothing against people who fervently practice their religion. On the contrary, I salute them, since it’s something I cannot do. However, if what you do starts to bother others, don’t you think that’s just plain inconsiderate? Where’s the ‘Love your neighbor’ here? If you plan to disturb your neighbors’ sleep with your early morning prayers and wailing, please do it somewhere else. I know you’re simply practicing your faith but…can’t you at least keep it down? People are trying to get some sleep. If you can’t even show a teeny bit of consideration for others around you, you should be ashamed of yourself. Let us sleep and we’ll let you do your thing in peace.
(My apologies to those who may have been offended. I just had to vent this one out. People value their sleep as you value your faith. I think it’s just proper etiquette (or common sense) that we be considerate of our neighbors.)
If you place a room that is cold and dark in an environment that’s twice as cold and humid, then you’d get a picture of how I spent my long rainy weekend stuck in a dark room with my roommate. It would’ve been fine if the power didn’t go out, at least there would’ve been something to do. But since the universe just seem to want to want make things hard for me, the power (as well as the water) just had to go out — and I haven’t even taken a bath.
Unlike our neighbor (she was recording herself while singing and then she played the recording after), I was completely out of creative ideas on what to do. So I gave up and proceeded to warm up my bed until my back hurt. At this point, there were only two things I could think of doing: staring blankly into dark space and erasing someone from existence out of sheer boredom. Well, of course, the latter option is just a fantasy. In the end, I picked neither of the two — I took a bath instead.
At around noon, power came back and life at the dorm resumed. Literally. Everyone shouted and shuffled — we were like Frankensteins gathered in one place.
So what’s the moral of this story? Well, nothing I can think of. I just found it amusing how we rely on technology a lot now and how it can run (or ruin) our lives. That and the creative things people can do when they’re bored.
Disclaimer: It’s just my dorm room, okay? Nothing fancy. I just wanted to use the word ‘crib’ for once in my life, Jesus. Just go with it, okay? Don’t start eye-rolling on me.
Anyway, since it’s the start of a new school year, let’s begin with the place I’m staying at now (since nothing’s really happening yet and dissing my dorm room would be the easiest option available. Ha!). I checked-in two days before school started. Well, technically, it was temporary since I had no idea that there’s this new system where you had to get this piece of paper in order to officially check-in to your dorm. So lugging my huge bag, a backpack, a pail and my mother, I stood in front of the guard in utter disbelief. Good thing the guard had enough sense to call our Resident Assistant to ask about what to do with lost children. In the end, she was kind enough to let me check-in temporarily until I settle that matter with the cursed piece of paper. (Do you now see how much trouble a piece of paper can bring into your life? Seriously.)
I was given a room in the second floor of the building and proceeded to take my luggage (including my mother) there. Upon opening the door (and I swear, that damned door was a struggle), I was greeted by darkness. The room was dark enough to pass as Nakahara Sunako’s. My mother flipped on the switch and dust devils pounced on us. No, just kidding. But they might as well have, seeing how rundown the room looked. I mean, my room before already looked pitiful. And now, I have this.
The room had two beds — one bed had on something you could still pass as foam while the other one had something slightly thicker than a blanket. Of course, my practical mother chose the former. Beside the door are two closets and by the window is this humongous mirror.
I swear, this mirror’s so huge I get frightened with my own reflection. Add that to the fact that I’m not the type of person who looks in the mirror often and you’d probably get a…vague picture. Bottom line is, it’s huge and frightening. To complete the creepy atmosphere is the room’s perpetual darkness. Yes, it won’t be long and my eyes would turn into night-vision peepers. Since we are in the second floor, a thick cover of foliage blocks the light that should’ve been entering our room. Although on one hand, that’s fine since it’s cooler than normal.
Now that I think about it, our room’s like a cellar. Cold, dark, daft. Oh yes, how Cask of Amontillado-esque. Well, at least this cellar’s WiFi-ed.