We’ve come to like hotdogs, the people in the boarding house. It’s because we’ve gotten used to weeks after weeks of canned goods and noodles. And now, everyone is anticipating the hotdogs. I’m currently cooking them. The hotdogs. Oh no, not the expensive ones, just the cheap, commercialized and mass produced hotdogs. We don’t have a choice. A lot of people around the planet must be hungry, so there’s no need to gripe at this moment. Thank God for the hotdogs.
It’s raining all of a sudden. It reminds me how cozy my bed is back at home. Lots of pillows and blankets.
I think I have a cold. I just got it. Right now. It’s kind of irritating, because I hate wiping my nose until it’s rubbed raw (overstatement, but let’s leave it at that). I’m becoming sleepy for these past few days. I don’t know but it’s got to be something about the monthly mood swings, the sleepless nights because of academic requirements or the cold weather.
A friend of mine got a son recently. I still couldn’t figure out how this happened (I’m not talking of course, of the literal scientific way). I’m just musing over the fact that that person has already grown up in a way. It’s so sad and bittersweet. At such a young age. But I guess people have their own way of undergoing experiences that they have to, eventually, and mine does not include premarital pregnancy or marriage, or having children at age 19. Nope. What’s in front of me is a prospect research proposal, movie reviews, essays to write, and etc. Typical student problems. They make me grow up little by little, and excruciatingly, yes, excruciatingly.