This morning, as in, in the wee hours of the morning, at around 2am, I was contentedly finishing some chick flick movie when I heard a dull thud coming from outside my door.
Now, had I been NOT wearing earphones, I would’ve heard a terrific crash, but I didn’t.
About thirty minutes later, I went out of the room… and found out what the commotion was all about. The ceiling in ate Jenny’s room had literally CRASHED DOWN, creating a nasty, uneven hole.
The first things that came to mind were:
-Oh man, this is the most exciting thing that’s happened since Monday (we were trapped indoors because of Typhoon Maring).
-Good thing ate Jenny didn’t get hurt. How did she dodge all that ceiling?!
-Tsk tsk tsk, poor craftsmanship. Poor materials.
-Oh NO. Ate Jenny is just plain pissed. Understandably so. You would if you were sleeping soundly and the roof suddenly crashed over your head.
-I must have had the volume turned up really loud. How could I have not heard all the commotion outside?
-I wonder what’ll happen now.
-We still have a lot to thank God for. We have food, and water, and at least we still have most of our roof intact. Others don’t even have a roof.
But just this evening, when I went home, I arrived to find the older adults (which is, all of them) seriously discussing whether or not to move out and find another house. Sigh, but I like it here. 😦 Easy for me to say, of course, I didn’t have the ceiling fall down on me.
Tomorrow we shall have a household meeting and decide the next steps. I’m kinda nervous.
Oh. So you’re not living at the dorm near the PBB house?
Oh so you’re not living at the dorm near the PBB house?
Nope. But THIS house I’m living in now is very near that dorm, just a 5-minute walk away from that dorm.