Cause and Effect.
I am as cranky as hell, I could be your worst nightmare if you leave me unsupervised. I could simply just slice you up and gobble you down for all that I care. Sleep is more important to me than anything else in the world right now. Screw my law assignment and screw my 1pm class. I didn’t skip the class to get distracted from my sleep.
Can’t they be a lil bit considerate? Why do they leave the tap water running while what they need is just a bucket of water and a lil Softlan to soak their clothes? For fuck’s sake, why do you need to do that? The fucking bathroom is just next to my room and I fucking need my sleep.
You see, I got a bit too excited since Saturday when I bought myself a book and two magazines to read from Kinokuniya. Name of the book is “Firefly” by Bernie Tan which I was so engrossed in even when I was cooking soup yesterday night. I couldn’t stop wanting to go back to my room and read up on it. I only started reading around in the late evening and it was like a drug that I had taken. I wanted to read everything.
I only had to leave it aside when the Euro 2004 final match, Portugal vs Greece was on the TV. Then went to bed after that, thinking that I’m going to self declare a holiday for myself since I predicted Greece would win the match. And I did, 8 am passed. Dont you just hate those early morning classes?
Shortly after 8.15am, a friend sms-ed me and told me that the freaking teacher is going to give us a quiz. Bloody hell. Oh man, did I fucking cursed and screwed my eyes out by rubbing them till they were partially red from irritation. Grabbed my file and pencil case and took off with my navy green sneaker without socks and yah, I didn' brush me teeth as well. How classic. I popped in two sweets.
The class was bored as hell as those foreign students were presenting their findings. Actually, more like talking to the wall and unprepared. Arh, why can’t they just fucking prepare properly? I mean they have an extra 3 days to do it, why don’t they? The lecturer was pissed like a rotten apple.
Half way during break time, I took a set of notes from her and apologized for being late. Wow, amazed by the amount of logic that I still have in my scatterbrain to actually apologize. Anyway, apologized I did and told her I was up reading a novel, she wasn’t mad at me *rejoices!* but instead she asked me to lend her the book once I’ve finished reading it. Phew.
That didn’t end there, after class, she even asked me to carry her books to her office at another block on the 3rd floor. She then went to the canteen to have her breakfast. This is how favouritism works for her I guess. She likes you, she will ask you to do things. Which is okay I guess. I needed the extra mile to put off my belly anyway. Hehe.
So back to my room, changed and then back to the book. Took me less than an hour to finish reading it. I almost cried, well I was actually touched and felt her pain while I was reading her words. It was so tragic and I am just very helpless.
The air must have worked magic, because I slept like a log. (Thanks mom for paying this air-conditioned room for me.) Sms-ed my friend and told her I wasn’t going to class at 1pm and crashed.
I swear I was having really beautiful and erotic dreams about my prince charming when those inconsiderate idiots started washing their clothes and leaving the tap on full blast. I woke up and felt grouchy as ever, opened up my door hoping to see those two bastards and tell them off but I guess it’s their lucky day, they were in their rooms.
Bloody hell. I went back to my bed and curled myself up with my towel blanket. After a while my stomach started to make drumming noise and my hair was really messy. Since I couldn’t take the noise inside of me and outside of me(read: the running water), I got up and went online, talked to Marlboro Man and rolled my own cherry tobacco and inhaled heavily.
Boy, I just despise disturbance when I was deprived of sleep and feeling hungry. Soon, I was out of the room and took my head to toe shower. While I was at it, someone from the lower floor was blasting music to my ears. As if the noise disturbance is not enough, the Japanese songs sounded like she was fowl crying over an empty canister of Pringles. It was silly. Then a hip hop track and then some Chinese lovey-dovey, heart-breaky songs. The music was as loud as it was blasting from the room next door.
What the hell..! o_O
For now, I am going to get something to drink and roll another stick. The thought of Genki Sushi on Saturday was such a turn on. Garh, going to make myself a hot cup of chamomile tea to soothe my veins.
Peace out.
[soundbites]
The Smashing Pumpkins – To Sheila (acoustic)