There are three rooms in the house.

Room 1 contains three car keys. I entered room 1 and attempted to borrow one key. It’s our shoot for directing on Thursday, and I need a car to:
1. be able to pick up the camera and the lights from kuya William
2. transport the equipment (and all other things needed in the shoot) one location to another
3. pick up the food for the whole day
4. transport at least the actors
5. run errands

I gave Room 1 all these reasons why I needed a car, yet it didn’t give me any key. Shit. It’s like I’m as good as ‘licenseless’. I wish I could buy my own car. I don’t care what kind of hell there is in commonwealth, or in katipunan, or in any road in the world.

Room 2 contains a cable tv. I entered room 2 hoping that the tv would give me the relief since Room 1 was quite a disappointing visit. But no, Room 2 has a ‘caretaker’, and the ‘caretaker’ would not lend me the remote control of the tv even if she’s already asleep. Errr!

Room 3 contains a comfortable bed and a computer. Oh, there’s no reason for me to enter Room 3 because it’s full of hypocrisy, deception, falsity, immaturity, ka-epalan (uh, these could go on forever…).

I ended up in the living room. Hello mosquitoes. Err.

Screw this house.