I should preparing for a presentation to a potential client tomorrow, but I’m not in the mood right now. I forgot to make the presentation, but luckily, one of the resident engineers in AMH took it off me. I can’t help but feel a little guilty since that task was given to me last week. I just, well as I said, to put it bluntly, forgot.
Anyway, I’m not really in the mood to do anything right now. It has nothing to do with the weirdest thing that I posted about previously. It’s really due to the fact that I’m still very much pissed off at something that happened last night. In fact, the entire reason why I was trying to chill out at Gateway was because of that annoying incident. So, time to rant some on Tumblr.
I had my cousins Gigi and Dee over for the past two days, as Dee had to process his enrollment at Letran. You should know that it’s very rare that I bring anyone home to our boarding house. So anyway, I was quite happy to actually have some company who really spent time with me.
Last night, the three of us watched The Great Gatsby and had dinner at Trinoma. We were home by around eleven. Only Ariel was home, and I half expected this because Kenneth never really sleeps there, and Maxell has been alternating his nights between Ate Marissa’s new place and NIGS for the past week. I really wouldn’t have minded if either of them were home for a change, but certain circumstances just really ticked me off. I kept repeating this mantra I read, “I wish this weren’t happening, but I can tolerate it”, but it didn’t work.
Two A.M. Fucking two o’clock past midnight. Maxell and his friends arrived at the house, all pumped up and making this huge racket and all. I could have guessed they were all a bit drunk. Normally, I wouldn’t have minded, if only they had observed a bit of etiquette in their actions.
Trigger #1: Turning the lights on and just leaving it on. As if no one was sleeping, or trying to get some sleep. There’s a reason why we turn off lights when we go to bed, isn’t there? I can understand when you need to get something in the room and have to turn the lights on to see, but it’s a different case altogether when you’re done and you just leave the effin’ lights on.
Trigger #2: Horsing around. I’m glad you just went out with your friends and just had a hell of a time. I really am. But apparently, that good time just wasn’t enough, was it? You still had to keep on teasing each other and getting upset, then having a good hearty, explosive, hyena-ish laugh about it. Again, as if no one were sleeping. As if everyone in the world could afford to be just as carefree as your bunch. Iba naman kasi yung nag-uusap sa nag-iingay. Okay lang naman na mag-usap kayo, kung talagang mahalaga yung pag-uusapan. Pero susme, paulit-ulit naman na yung asaran niyo eh. Nakakasawa. Nakakairita. At nakakaistorbo.
Trigger #3: Not being able to take a hint. I went down to try to find a polite way to ask you to shut yer trap, but what? Your friends keep on yapping and even try to throw a joke at me. You know the old adage, “Magbiro na sa lasing, huwag lang sa bagong gising.” Oh well, fine, I could take that. I’m a guy with a good sense of humor. But when your friend who obviously thinks she’s better than everyone else tells me, “Wala ka nang magagawa, nandito na kami eh.”, that’s crossing a line. That’s when I snapped. And you know me, I very rarely snap. But when I do, it’s terrible.
I have my cousins, and even Kenneth and Ariel guessing what on earth I said or did. Apparently, my cousins and Ariel, who were all awake by that time because of all the fuss, didn’t hear anything. That’s good because that wasn’t for them. That also probably means I had hit a home run, because I had your full attention, and I didn’t even need to raise my voice to get it. After that, it fell to pin-dropping silence. Occasional murmurs, yes. But I drove home a point which I hope they won’t forget anytime soon.
All I will say is, the terror teacher came out of me. Not the type that yells or throws markers at students. But the more traumatizing type. The type that can hold your attention and seemingly stop time when you want it the most to speed up so the terror could end. The type that could potentially damage your psyche forever with mere words and the look on his eyes. That type. Luckily, none of my students have ever gotten a taste of that before.
I guess I’m just a tad bit too touchy when it comes to someone disturbing my sleep. Unless it was an emergency or something. But hey, we all have nitty-gritty matters that we’re all too quick-tempered about.
