My Saturday should supposedly be the relaxing closure of my arduous and tiresome work, (whose) job description is as crazy as my frizzy hair because I forgot to see my looks against the busy workstation. But work did not seem to slip off my system that I still had the feeling of carrying the burden. At last, I left my work on pending and planned to watch a movie (maybe Blades of Glory). After moments of paranoia of the next move, I decided to go home instead.

The barangay, to which my crib is situated, happened to organize a disco to celebrate its fiesta. But so sad, any loud sound is a noise to me; it pollutes my mind and keeps me off my sanity. Then, how could I rest? Watching a movie was no good either; I had to keep the volume louder than the background groovy music. My night started to piss me off.

My colleague texted me she could not come to our place. We could have drank and partied all night to loosen up, but she preferred the company of her cousin. I could also have texted some of my friends to party with me but I just could not get the initiative to do so. I was so damn idle I just spent the night watching the people having a good time. The dusty dancefloor (which happened to be a parking lot) was a little inviting but I prefer to be rooted to the place where I stood watching the dancing lights shine onto the partygoers.

I just solved Soduku…