Chapter 1: Why I Hate People

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Chapter 1:
Why I Hate People

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I told myself that I’ll be at peace. After a long exhausting day I had last Friday, I deserve to be in a place where I can write without noise and drink my favorite coffee. I need to update my blog since it has been dead for weeks, thanks to the school works. Kaya pumunta ako sa nag-iisang coffee shop sa village namin na bihirang pinupuntahan ng tao tuwing umaga—Amanté de Cafe.

I told myself last Friday that I’ll spend my weekends in silence and no social interaction. As an introvert, that sounds like a perfect investment of time. I’ll always choose solitude as much as possible because that's my comfort zone.

I told myself that today’s going to be peaceful. It’s just me and my laptop against the world. My words and keyboard will team up to create a blog. Lots of blogs. I need to revive my blog site. I have readers there and I don't want to disappoint them.

However, mukhang hindi ako pinapanigan ni Lady Luck ngayong araw na ito.

Wala pa bang remote control na naimbento kung saan pwede mong i-adjust ang volume ng ingay ng paligid mo?

Paubos na ang chocolate cake at halos wala nang laman ang mocha frappe na in-order ko mula pa kanina pero hindi ko matapos ang blog ko. Ilang paragraphs na lang ang kailangan kong isulat pero hindi ko mahanap ang mga tamang salita. Hell, I can’t even think of a beginning sentence.

Tiningnan ko nang masama ang grupo ng mga kababaihan sa tabi ko. Isang table lang ang pagitan namin. Ang lakas nila tumawa at nakasigaw pa sila habang nag-uusap. May isa namang tatayo at aarteng tinatamaan ng epilepsy kaya mas lalong lalakas ang kanilang tawanan.

Sunday ngayon pero nakasuot sila ng uniform: crimson red skirt and white long-sleeved blouse with crimson red checkered accents. They’re my schoolmates. I’m pretty sure they wore it as a prop para makapag-hangout sila. That’s not a new excuse anymore. Gamit na gamit na iyan sa school ko: Feuillemort High. Isa pa, weekend ngayon so what’s the purpose of the uniform?

“Kamukha talaga ni Angel ‘yong nasa Despicable me!”

“Alin, ‘yong minion?”

“Hindi. Si Gru!”

Mas lalong lumakas ang tawanan nila kaya napairap ako. I really hate people especially in groups. The squad thingy. Nawawalan sila ng pakialam sa paligid nila to the point they’re unaware na nakakadagdag sila sa noise pollution.

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