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At this point, I, of course, lowered my volume down to 2, just enough to hear Cap punching and whacking, but still could hear my roommate talking. Now I'm not the sort who likes to eavesdrop and gossip, but you should understand that it was completely possible that she was going to complain about me and my staying up late, causing her to lose her beauty sleep. So I listened. It started off perfectly normal, just everyday conversations about how school sucks, lecturer sucks, assignments are endless, etc etc. And then she just snapped. All hell broke loose. She was YELLING and SHOUTING and SOBBING about how she's just not good enough, that she's making 0 progress, that she chose the wrong course. While this is happening I continue watching my movie (which was really good btw) pretending nothing is happening.
I don't know about you, but I have NEVER encountered a situation even CLOSE to this, so I didn't know what to do, and I did nothing. So while she's bawling her eyes out, her mum is trying to comfort her and say things like no, no, it's not you, it's just the stress. Then she says she doesn't know if she should stay in the fashion design course or switch, and her mum says it wouldn't matter if she switched, as long as she persevered she'd do well in whatever course. And she starts going BALLISTIC and screaming about how she's just the most talent-less husk of a human being, and whatever course she takes will still end up the same because she's just WORTHLESS and STUPID, that the creative world is COMPLETELY beyond her because she is just a dumb sack of potatoes, incapable of ANYTHING. (All of the self deprecation is of course fictional because she was speaking in Chinese.)
I tried my very best to stay up until she finishes her phone call, but after I've finished the movie, watched the after credits scene, sat through the after after credits scene, and went for a bit of a poo, she was still going strong, pile of tissues growing almost as high as her self-doubt. At this point it was 1.22 am (I checked) and I needed to catch the 8.15 am bus the next day, and my eyelids were like magnets, couldn't keep them open, so I went to sleep. Perfectly reasonable, I thought. So I go to sleep, with the lights on because she was on the phone, and settle my ears to a night of sudden shrieks.
Now to her credit, she left the bedroom and went to the living room, turned off the bedroom lights and let me sleep, so that was nice of her. But I could still hear her shouting downstairs so I kept listening. This is the part where she starts complaining about the hostel and me. She complains about transportation (we have a shuttle bus that doesn't go on sundays and public holidays) and our housemates (who are alright people, if a little lazy) and finally, me. How I never sleep early (If I did I wouldn't have time to do anything) and how I never clean the room (how could I if she KEEPS CLEANING IT??) and then there's how my side of the room is always messy, and how I always eat in the bedroom. This made me mad of course, but I didn't do anything about it, since my comments about her are equally as bad, if not worse.
Not long after that I went to sleep. When I woke up though, she wasn't in her bed. I was like whatevs, maybe she already woke up. I get ready, pack my things, then go downstairs for some tuna with biscuits (yum) and surprise surprise, there she is, sleeping on the couch. Why? No idea! Maybe she just fell asleep while talking on the phone. My housemates must think I kicked her out or something.
Anyway, that's all I've got for you today! A bit long winded but I cannot STRESS how incredibly LOUD she was. I was tempted to record it but that seemed a bit mean.
ANYWAY,
Toodleloo!
I tried my very best to stay up until she finishes her phone call, but after I've finished the movie, watched the after credits scene, sat through the after after credits scene, and went for a bit of a poo, she was still going strong, pile of tissues growing almost as high as her self-doubt. At this point it was 1.22 am (I checked) and I needed to catch the 8.15 am bus the next day, and my eyelids were like magnets, couldn't keep them open, so I went to sleep. Perfectly reasonable, I thought. So I go to sleep, with the lights on because she was on the phone, and settle my ears to a night of sudden shrieks.
Now to her credit, she left the bedroom and went to the living room, turned off the bedroom lights and let me sleep, so that was nice of her. But I could still hear her shouting downstairs so I kept listening. This is the part where she starts complaining about the hostel and me. She complains about transportation (we have a shuttle bus that doesn't go on sundays and public holidays) and our housemates (who are alright people, if a little lazy) and finally, me. How I never sleep early (If I did I wouldn't have time to do anything) and how I never clean the room (how could I if she KEEPS CLEANING IT??) and then there's how my side of the room is always messy, and how I always eat in the bedroom. This made me mad of course, but I didn't do anything about it, since my comments about her are equally as bad, if not worse.
Not long after that I went to sleep. When I woke up though, she wasn't in her bed. I was like whatevs, maybe she already woke up. I get ready, pack my things, then go downstairs for some tuna with biscuits (yum) and surprise surprise, there she is, sleeping on the couch. Why? No idea! Maybe she just fell asleep while talking on the phone. My housemates must think I kicked her out or something.
Anyway, that's all I've got for you today! A bit long winded but I cannot STRESS how incredibly LOUD she was. I was tempted to record it but that seemed a bit mean.
ANYWAY,
Toodleloo!
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