The Coke Jeep
I only realized today that I have satisfied my dream. Haha.It maybe shallow but, yes! I have ridden the Coke jeep! Hoorah for me. I only realized it early this morning but I rode in that Toki Coke Jeep yesterday. Adik no? Di alam pinag-gagagawa?
Hehe. Anyways, it seems like the whole bunch of THEM are ganging up on me. I don't know why but I feel some kind of friction when I'm around them. Paranoid.
Last night, it was dawg, 11:30 p.m. and whose taking Berm0n'ts orders? Yup, I was the Berm0nt's bAby boy last night. It arrived 45 minutes later. About 12:15 pm, and we're all starving.
There's this corridor feature in Kalai and I am part of the Virtual Team so I'm so excited to work with this coding and designing stuffs. Bad thing is that the head, wants people with no knowledge do the work, just because they have laptops. Okay, so I'll antagonize again and this guys would surely react... violently. So, I decided that I'd let it flow. :P I'll let it be. Bahala sila diyan...
Freaky... I woke up this morning and knowing that the General Inspection. Defined as girls coming in your rooms, roomraids it, criticize your cleanliness and hygiene. That's it. Voila, complete humiliation. Who cares if my briefs are hung on my closet. Why should the clothes be color coded. Why should things be so arranged and orderly?
What if I'm very much satisfied when things are disorganized, unarranged? What if you loathe cleanliness? What if you can work efficiently if you have this dirty surrounding. I'm only pointing out that each of us has styles. Styles and difference in tastes. If this is what is clean to us, then fine. Don't get me wrong. My room's not that clean, but I'm improving. I like cleanliness but not to that extent that personal things and preferences are interfered. Its not cleanliness, orderliness or what, its Martial Law.
What do you expect in a guy's closet? What do you expect us to be. Of course, if our room's so clean and sparkling. No joke. I would think this guy's a bit of a girl. Not that I have prejudice but it feels really low to have your room's dust get noticed, even in fact you want them to be there. The sweaty smell from your bedsheets that you'll miss. The feeling of comfortability is being sacrificed. That's why we live in rooms, because we want things to be independently done and be what you prefer to do.
We can't be that clean! We're guys and we are more of the action-type gender you know. So, it's possible that things are different here. And that girls' hygiene or eyes should never be the basis of this cleanliness because we're not them, and we shan't be compared to them.
Say NO to Martial Law GI's. Haha. Ang exage ko. Third GI pa lang ng floor namin ito. Yung iba, weekly pa nga :P
2 comments:
Kopee.
Lol.
Look, don't antagonize us girls okay? ^^ We feel the same way about these alien creatures who've never set foot on our hallowed floors barging in on us and, mind you, looking through our things.
Whose personal space isn't crossed?
It wasn't until last night that I fully felt that we more or less run a convent up there, on our holy second floor. Last night, that sanctuary was crossed by outsiders, by BOYS. I don't think we'll ever feel the same again about our floor. I don't think I'll ever feel the same ownership I ever had about my room.
As I knew from the start that small cubby hole, numbered G-211, was never mine. It's borrowed. I can't even go amok with my ideas about posting this and that. It's not long term. Kalai is only a transition at its best. We're moving on sooner than we think. In the blink of an eye we'll all be gone, fast forward.
That's why for me it didn't matter that I conformed to something as OA as colorcoding my underwear. It doesn't matter because in Kalai, I'm only a stranger living inside a room. I am only a resident governed by rules and whims of those with managerial powers.
They told us from the start, being in Kalai is a privilege. It is no right, so I followed the rules. I'm fatalistic about it. I can't expect Kalai to think about individual differences, about privacy, about my personality, about my comfort zones. To them I'm only a resident, a minority.
That's why I cleaned my room.
But if you can stand by your belief of living in comfort with dust then I laud you. To each his own.
Cheers,
Sue
Haha. Alam mo naman ako eh. Haha. Palaging di-pabor sa mga bagay-bagay.
I'll get over naman from humiliation.
Haha. Nakakainis pa lalo ay ang pagkomento. nakabibwist lang.
Sige, thanx sa pag visit.
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