sanctuary

i miss my own little happy place.

this entry is being written while ms. Sofia San Agustin is in my room, as the (grand)parents room is being repaired, something about anay damage. warning, this is a rant post. go no further if you just plan to bash me in the end..

since first semester last year, I've been asking for book shelves. Nothing too grand, just something i can keep the big pile of law books on. more than a year, after law school and 1 baby later, my books are still on my desk (making my desk unusable), and despite all the carpentry work, I'm pretty sure nobody remembers my shelves.. and I'll probably get a new couch soon (no this is not a good thing). oh well.

A few minutes ago, my mom barged into my room and asked me to clear space for the baby. You could have told me this earlier. Totally no sense of planning. 5 minutes. that's all she gave me, I swear. and this is supposed to be my room again. My dad as usual goes pasensya na... then again, when you've heard it from him everyday for the past few weeks, it gets old really quickly. So fine. what else can I do. Clean up my floor. Incidentally, most of the stuff I cleared are my sisters. remnants of her stay here. crap. I hate cleaning up after myself, much more after someone else. anyway. so i do end up clearing my floors. Here's the clincher. As sofia enters the room, I forgot if it was my mom or my mom's twin... now I have to play classical music. WTF? my room has been taken over. I can't practice again. now I even have to freaking play classical music? don't get me wrong, I enjoy classical music every now and then, but WTF?! nakikiusap na nga lang.. then again, hndi naman talaga. crap.

haaay. MUST.GET.OUT.