I feel like a fraud roaming around UP right now on a backpack. That, or the UP atmosphere has changed dramatically since I left without official leave some three years ago. With the tuition fee swollen up to magnanimous proportions (3x? 4x?) it's no wonder I mostly see rich (or rich-sounding) kids in the campus. It's like the Autonomous Department of EEE™ committed treason to the central UP government and took over the Iron Throne. Only, Esteros still reeks.
Meanwhile, life hasn't been as peaceful as I expected it to be in my new castle in Winterfell, East Fairview. The white walkers seemed to have followed me from my previous abode in the South, so while the obvious door slamming no longer bothers me much, I now have random unidentified loud banging to deal with. Immediate neighbors I came across with deny to be causing the ruckus, but they do hear some noise themselves they claim to be coming from my room. I'm seriously considering getting a paranormal investigator in the chance a sex-deprived lesbian succubus might be lusting for me for this long. The horrors.
For the meantime I'm living a lifestyle of mobility. Daenerys wasn't exactly who I had in mind when I embodied a nomad-pastoralist barbarian histories ago, but I find the "khaleesi" title too appealing to my ego. Now I just have to find something to plunder. Or to rape. Or whatever the Dothrakis love to do.
*The "khaleesi" in the Game of Thrones mythos is the queen of the horse-mounting Dothraki nomads east of Westeros. I shall leave to the hardcore Lady Gaga fan which song I'm parodying for this post's title.
