I am a bubbly, talk-until-i'm-bored kind of girl. Everywhere I go, unless I am sleepy, I will talk and talk and talk. But that is not the only side of me. I also CRAVE for some periods of silence in my life. I really do. I like to take some time and listen to the birds chirping outside my window (where the clothes are hung), or smelling the scent of the light breeze in my room, or just laying unconscious on my bed. All of these done in silence. In peace. I don't talk as much when I am in my own room. Believe me, it's true. You can ask my roommate and my ex-roommates for confirmation. Why? Well, it just feels like a sanctuary, where I feel and think more. I am me there ( I hate to use the catch phrase here but it seemed to match what I wanted to deliver. So...). I even tidy up the room tediously everyday to make sure the setting is clean-cut, clear and spacious.
Since I like my room to be in peace and out of havoc, I was pretty pissed-off by something that happened quite often these days....
- Radio flaring when I'm praying. That's just rude. How much insensitive can you get?
- Loud rock kapak songs when I was trying to sleep, watch movie, or reading. Ever heard of headphones/headsets?
Amin.
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