Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Well this is my first proper post ever since i gave up on Blogger, almost 5 months and counting. Life hasn't been treating me too well of late actually. And some wrong decisions i made about my arrangement of modules, my choice of an internship 4 weeks before the finals, and lots of other stuff have compounded my problems, degrading my life into a step by step sonata of misery.

The new apartment my old posts have been raving? Yeah its coming along fine, i somehow miss the quieter days when everyone was back in India. And those cleaner days as well. If only i had a digital camera to show my readers how disgustingly revolting our house can become, then u'll know why my life has to be played cross-hand and blindfolded if on the piano. Dishes stacked from waist to neck level, the 8th wonder of the world as we all marvel at how this miraculous tower of plates, bowls, cutlery and what not seems to maintain its treacherous balance even with more plates added onto it. Somehow some of my housemates don't seem to notice that clean plates are becoming of a rarity, either that or they somehow stopped eating and never run into a need for plates it seems. Our dining table is a medley of dried sauces from last month's chicken curry, junk mail, old newspapers, nail varnish (don't even ask me why its even there), at one point of time a pair of soiled socks as well, at least until the owner realized it was missing and decided to reclaim ownership of it. Oh wait till u see the FLOOR. We have a dust and hair depository under the ironing board as dust-and-hair-balls magically congregate there after cleaning the rest of the house. The shared toilet is a wonder in itself, even with all the filth the house accumulates, the shared toilet somehow remains SQUEAKY clean. All thanks to our great Philip. Now that some of my housemates are accumulating complaints against him by the week, it makes me wonder how i survived him for one whole year when he was my room-mate back in hostel. Shivram claims he's changed, perhaps. Undi and Karthik are driven insane to no end when Philip goes into the bathroom and hogs it for the rest of the morning, comes out and dresses and leaves JUST in time for class, and THEN complains that they are slow with the toilet causing him to be late for classes. Undi goes around it by waking an HOUR early, bathes and does watever he has to do, then goes BACK TO SLEEP, so that when the bugger's finally done he can wake him up and go to school. Karthik's the most irritated, as when he tries to cajole Philip out of the toilet, all he gets is the "The Raja is sitting on his Throne and does not wish to be disturbed" treatment. And how does that tie in with the clean toilet? Simple, the Raja ensures his toilet remains bacteria-free by dumping like 3 caps worth of floor cleaner and disinfectant into half a pail of water during his weekly toilet overhauls. From the splashes going on during his weekly washes, i swear he must've have killed someone in the toilet and like Lady MacBeth, is trying to wash the blood off his hands and walls, and perhaps the ceiling as well.

I got a part-time job as a shop assistant at the Guerrilla Games PC game software shop near my place, 2 months after i asked if the owner Willie needed help, and one month into the school term. Hey i'm thankful, but i mean if only u could've decided that u wanted to employ someone EARLIER when i was free'er and was willing to accept an almost pitiful wage since i was bored and lived 50 steps away from ur shop. Well, at least i've got a little bit of a salary now to support my heart-attack inducing handphone bills (imagine "laleelaleela ooh my latest bill, i wonder how much it - !!!! WHAT THE @#$%&*?!?!?!?), AND to finally get my parents LONG-OVERDUE presents - refer to my previous post about presents (if still available in my archives) for those who somehow find this familiar, of coz, whatever's left goes to my unassuming darling. Salary aside, Willie can be the boss from hell, or a Godsend. He looks 23, is actually 31, acts 15, HATES kids, AND cohabitates with a woman who is NOT his girlfriend (for the sake of his privacy i will not reveal who his girlfriend is, but DAMN him, the lucky bugger has a celebrity for a significant other). He CLAIMS they sleep different rooms and that she's older than him, but he seems dodgy when we (we as in Undi and me coz he's my colleague, Willie hired him as well to fill in for slots i'm unable to take) ask if she's cute. We'll force him to swear on oath of truth, and ask him if he's still a virgin one of these days. Hell, we hope to get him piss drunk and maybe he'll spill the beans on how heavenly sex is, especially with his housemate rather than Carr - i mean his girlfriend. Otherwise he's a nice guy, but DAMN, he and his service standards. He leaves newspaper cuttings on good service tips during our shifts, hell, he leaves notes on how much we managed to collect in sales LAST week, and challenges us to beat his collections blah blah blah. So far i've spent about $200 in the shop, 80% of which are staff prices anyway. No the free shirts he gives me don't count as goodwill, he got them free and he dislikes them anyway.

Shivram my room-mate passed me when i was typing this blog, and asks if i updated my blog recently, and i told him i'm typing my latest one now. He requested that i write something nice about him for a change if it wasn't too much trouble for me. I gave him a wink as he left after having his fill of my Cheez Mania Cheez Curls munchies on my table. Sure Shiv, anything for room-mate :) You haven't mopped the floor since i told u to last week after i swept our room, but i still love you as my room-mate Shiv. You gave away and donated our lovely $50 sofa in our room to the hall without consulting me, but i still appreciate you as my room-mate. No, no trouble at all, my room-mate's the best in the world, and i want to praise him so that the world may come to know him and want him as their room-mate as well. I'm SO going to die when Shiv reads this heh :D But i still love my room-mate, Shivram.

As i mentioned earlier, the aria of sorrow that is my life hasn't even reached a climax, and the end is nowhere near, nor is a resolution anywhere in sight. Maybe when the pain that is of now has boiled over, maybe i'll post something more candid. Until then, exams here i come. And Shiv, you're still my best room-mate.

Dr@n|xX at 12:46 AM