I’m in hell and I can’t wake up from it. I’m seriously in hell; it’s like some sick marathon from Satan himself. It’s Easter weekend, and it’s summer, a double holiday, and it seems like everyone is out partying. That’s fine; I’m cool with that, partying can be fun. But when it infringes on my sleeping at night and superimposes itself onto my dreams then I begin to get perturbed-frustrated-angry-mad-furious-murderous, (yes it’s all one word, this confusing and rising emotion of mine.) So why am I so angry? It doesn’t even seem like a big deal really, only some RETARD decided to set up a karaoke machine. At first I didn’t mind too much it was only six in the evening and it didn’t get in the way of watching a movie too badly. Little did I know about the enduring strength of the Filipino people and their karaoke machine. But then when I tried to go to sleep at 1:00 A.M. in the morning they were still going at it and I was pretty much amazed, I mean it’s got to take a lot of stamina to be signing full force for over seven hours straight with only a few shifts here and there, when a new voice begins singing. But these feelings of awe quickly turned back to strangely intense feelings of wanting to murder the phantom singers and watch their blood ooze out onto the street as I beat them senseless with their own microphone, for it seems like then and only then will there no longer be singing. What’s making me most upset though is the fact that they’re singing the same five words, to some unknown pinoy chorus, over and over and over…taking turns at it of course so that they won’t get tired. However, I refrained from these, if anything unconventional, thoughts of mine and decided instead to go to sleep. It’s now 6:30 A.M., and as I woke up from a night full of frustrated dreams, I’m greeted by the same five words of the unknown but increasingly unforgettable pinoy chorus. If they keep this up I’m going to beat myself with a microphone. I swear this is what hell is going to be like…four pinoys and a karaoke machine singing a segment of a song like a broken record, (only one that sounds worse every time it repeats…) for eternity.