Thursday, January 24, 2008

Life with a bunch of barbarians.




Include me in that bunch too.



Tharani: I've no freaking idea what to blog about.


My housemate: Blog about your charming housemates la.



*Names have been edited due to privacy purposes*



Drum rolling...


Introducing...



Dhev- the most responsible person in the house.

"Wash your dishes, Tharani! Sweep the house, Tharani! You couch potato!"

It's like having a mother at home, seriously. But she's this fun, loving, jovial person who can make everyone laugh.

And the things she says without thinking.

"I'm going to save a life. (pauses for effect) I'm going to abort a child." And she gives you this innocent look like as if she had said something so noble.

"Oh. Oh. Sorry. I mean adopt." And she gives you an embarrassed smile.

Another thing I love about her is that, she is a worse nut than me when it comes to technology. She has no idea how bluetooth even works. When I wanted to send her a song to her laptop via bluetooth, she looked at me and said,

"How did the name of my laptop get into yours?"

Innocent look.

Realises what she said.

Embarrassed smile.

That's Dhev.



Drum beats even harder..


And there stands VJ at the corner in a blue striking pyjamas.



VJ- the trying-to-be-innocent-girl in the house.

"Ramgit (the guy in her class) has three legs. Two normal sized ones and one retarded shorter one in between."

Then, she looks at you, tries defending herself by saying,

"What?"

And she gives her famous puppy-dog face.

What I most love about her is we think alike. Not the three legs kind of thing but in such a way that we can complete each other's sentences most of the time.

And her mum's cakes. Are. The. Best. Cakes. In. The. World. No offence to my mum, just in case she reads this.



Drum rolls more vigorously and the drum breaks..


There's Sean lying down in fatigue.



Sean- the girl who sleeps in the same room as me.

"That guy is so f-ing hot!"

"I'm like so f-ing tired today."

"What the f-ing hell?"

That does not explain much about her actually. Because she isn't anything like what she sounds like. I find her very interesting because we have the same taste in books.

"Oh. Isn't Luke Brandon sooo cute?"

And there's me jumping up and down saying, "Yes! Yes!"

(Luke Brandon's this hot fictional character that every girl wants to marry, in case you don't know.)

We sleep next to each other and is quite close to revealing each other's deepest and darkest secrets.

And that's the famous Sean.



No more drum beats. It broke, remember?


There's Ju-on.



Ju-on- the long-haired girl who shares my room too.

Nothing much to say about her. I'm not going to bitch about her as that's the only thing I'm able to do.

Apart from dropping her long hair in the toilet and brushing her teeth in the kitchen sink, she's pretty nice to talk to when you have no one else to chat with.



And now, meet Esterification.



Esterification- this girl who lives in the last room.

Pretty girl with long brown hair and is a pro in computers.

Always on the phone with I-wonder-who.

Has an amazing voice unlike Ju-on who still continues singing in the toilet even when she knows she sounds like a crow.

Oh. And did I mention that Esterification smokes? It's legal since she's eighteen but.. She SMOKES as in literally smokes with a cigarette and all.

Her habit sometimes come in handy though. Like when you need a lighter to light up some candles or when you need to do your LAN project which requires video taping people with bad habits.



The last but definitely not the least is Elainos Barbaross.



Elaine- a senior in the house.

Has an Indian boyfriend whom she keeps arguing with.

"There's no third person in this relationship, Arvin!"

The next day, you see a Chinese dude sending her home.

This explains everything about her and I don't wish to continue.



And so, I conclude.


This is life in where I live. You'll turn into a barbarian living with them, really.


A culture-shock, I tell you.


But what do I say. I have to bear with it all for JUST one year.


JUST ONE YEAR, that is.


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