Tuesday, March 06, 2007
"Home" Alone
Things have gone beyond loneliness in this "house". Dammit. I am so alone.
Yes, darlings. You got that right. Treisha's in Makati right now, celebrating her mom's birthday while I am here in this apartment (already nothing short of becoming a vaccuum) ironically located along "Masigla" Street. Yay!!!!
Boohoo.
Just before getting into college, I was so giddy about the idea of living in another place, being away from adults and chaperones, and finding ways to survive alone. Just like any other kid who grew up surrounded by overprotective parents (not to mention ultra-paranoid grandparents), I've always had this romanticized concept of living independently.
I was always excited about living in an apartment alone, or with a couple of friends. Coming home to a pretty empty house and dumping a paper bag full of groceries onto a kitchen counter. For most of my life, I've never really needed keys- that's why I was so jumpy about fumbling around my pocket for those noisy metal objects. Haaay! Smells like teen spirit... Hahahaha...
My idea of independence was this: Standing at the door, grocery bags in hand, keys nowhere to be found and feeling the urgent need to pee.
Lovely.
I guess I have to blame it all on watching "Lost in Translation". Scarlett Johansson sure made it look fun (and sexy) to be bumming around in an apartment, alone and just in your undies and socks.
That's what you call
the beauty of urban loneliness, darlings!
Right now, there is nothing beautiful or poetic about my stay alone in this apartment. The faucet is leaking, and I can hear the droplets echo their eerie rhythm. I am half-expecting a deranged killer to pounce at my door right now. This place is giving me the creeps. I should stop listening to my Maksim CD because it is the kind of music that they play in gore films when the killer's already on his way--
AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
C h i n i k a n i M i m o s e n u n g b a n d a n g 5:58 PM
