KAINIS

Something is strangely fucked up in this house today. It's like every particle that makes up this living space is filled with...irritants. I am annoyed at everything and everyone! I am deeply, inexplicably irritated, even as I sit here all by myself. Meanwhile, in the kitchen Ivan and Mama had just had an argument, and now they've both locked themselves up in their rooms. Lisa, the maid, is crying because my titas who are watching tv didn't turn the volume down and she couldn't hear the person she was talking to on the phone. And now it seems she has sworn not to call that person (ever) again. Turns out that person was the water delivery guy. Does that mean no showers tomorrow?

And freakin' Freaky Friday is playing on vcd/dvd again (Lindsay Lohan is Ivan's newest chick).

I hate this day. It's as if yesterday has carried over. Yesterday I went to school for my first day of the second semester. I arrived there an hour early because, well, when you live at the other end of the metropolis it's better to be early than late. So I got there, walked around a bit. I checked out the bulletin board. Once in a while they post job offers and schedules of seminars and workshops that I always take a note of but never attend. Before I turned the corner on the way to the tambayan I caught an announcement about classes that had been postponed. With a sinking feeling I scanned the poster, and sure enough, my class for that day was listed. I'm sorry, pero tangina. I came all the way from fucking Paranaque, and you tell me that the class is cancelled? You tell me NOW? When I'm already here?!?!

To make things worse, I was the only one there. Meaning it was I who called up my friends--who happen to be living in the same micro-climate as UP for chrissake--to tell them not to bother taking that, oh, five-minute jeep ride to school. And then I had to trudge off and go back to the mountains where I live.

Sure, the mountain part is an exaggeration, but isn't it very irritating all the same? The secretary could've picked up the phone and called us (they did it last sem). Or texted us. There had to be a reson they recorded our numbers. And hello. This is grad school. It's one class a day. Students usually have work before they go to school. They deserve to know these things at the proper time. I am not being a brat. I wasted money, wasted one day's worth of clothes, wasted one day's worth of exfoliation (okay, that's bratty). Point is, we deserved better than an announcement posted one hour before the class.

Aauugh!!! I couldn't contain myself and I just had to whine to Eug when he called (of course I was already in the jeepney on a noisy highway, so I couldn't hear half of what he was saying, which added to my annoyance), and to Tita Reg who really couldn't do anything but offer to watch a movie with me, which I couldn't do because I'm friggin broke.

And now, this. I am sometimes perplexed by the capacity of the mind to store negative energy.

Hay, kainis!