College Life is really tough, indeed. Frustrating exams, full-packed schedule, grumpy lecturers, annoying classmates..and tons and tons of assignments! But if you think they're your best enemies for winning a heavy-weight belt of college fun--boy, think again! Things are harder to accomplish if they're totally near to accomplishment. Things that can talk and refuses to understand the logic of humanity are not robots. What am I talking about? Actually, it's a 'Who?'... your roommate of course!
Not all roomies are meant to be best friends forever like what we saw on the telies. Sometimes it could be really hard to deal with your roomie, specially if she/he happens to be not the most rational person on earth and fails to be polite and persuades you to go her way. Well, it'll be fine if he/she persuades you, but if he/she boastfully take your chance to choose -- that's another thing!
Why am I talking about this? Recently, we moved back to our original dorms as the class will be resuming in a matter of 2 days. But before we left our undesirable room, we plastered our names desperately to the beds of our choice (seriously, one thing you need to be reminded of is to pick the best bed ever in order to survive in Nilai). And so, I picked the bottom bunk in the middle of the room, complete with all the benefits, of course. hehe..coz you know since last sem (short sem), I've been dying to have the bottom bed near the outlets, not--even a meter--near the toilet (PUH-PLEASE! I am not, in any cases, would be eating inside the room if I happen to fall on the ugliest bunk ever! With the condition of our toilet? never mind. ), the light centered on it and most of all, near the FAN! (hah!) Well, it's new sem after all. Meaning: new beds, new tables, and new lockers. So we're free to choose!
Moving on..we finally moved back and unpacked our stuffs. OH, it's good to be back! haha..I was about to unpack when one of my old roomie, Alena (her unpopular name,of course), came as she heard that we're moving back. She was surprised that all the nice-situated beds were all booked, leaving only one bottom bunk against the wall and the top bunks. She walked from the entrance door of the room to the toilet, back and forth, surveying the condition of every single beds. And when she finally stopped at the bed by the wall, I thought she would settle with it. But NO. Her and her some sort of country mate, pulled the bed out from the corner, took off all the mats along the way and squeezed the poor double-decker bed in the tiniest space she can possibly squeeze it in. Letting the vision of her future beddie of scratching her butt against another bed, making it impossible for her to climb up.
But I was greatful she realised how horrific her idea was that she decide to move it again to the other side of the room. Ohmigod! Did I just said other side the room? Then that means, it's my side. And yes, she asked my permission first to put her bed in between the 2 beds, which means she wanna take the portion intended for my locker and combine our lockers in the corner by the door. At first I don't like the idea, but I agreed anyway. Her and her partner in crime since last sem picked new tables in the study room which basically is owned by the resident girls already.
The next day, our other roomies came and complained about the really small space in climbing up. (Goodness! they barely know that it s old place was worst than that) And serious arguments occurred.
The first girl went like:
The first girl went like:
" huh? are they crazy?!! What did they do??" (meaning, us. I've learned to figure out that it's us they're talking about when they say THEY), as she dropped her laugage dramatically.
The second girl was fortunately a calm one, and just said:
"What happened?", as she look around until her dark eyes reached mine, but all I can do is to look at Alena. (Shhish! Why is it harder to explain the unfair truth to such a sweet and calm person like A**??)
Then Alena headed me to the study room to sort out the glitch. I thank her for blaming me that the girl that will occupy my upper bunk is freaking kind that she can't just shut her out. Argh. I'm so pissed! I see this coming but I barely do anything. Instead, I agreed to whatever she said. But then I still didn't move. I rested my head to the comfort of my new bed coz I'm partially speech-impaired.
The next thing I know, two girls went raising their voice at each other as the old resident girl (we call "M") demanded for her old table back which the new girl (we call "S") already took (and mind you, S is really territorial that she put her picture frame on the table)!
"excuse me..I want to put my things in my table..so please move your things..", M said trying to be politely sarcastic towards S.
"I already wiped this table with powder and your things are there," she pointed to M's box under other's table.
"No. This is my table. I put my stuffs under it! You just moved it!", exclaimed M, losing her cool.
"Why? Did you buy this??!!", now finally, S lost her cool as well.
Oh my God..we can't help it if we have our own attitudes towards things that will really affect our needs, but hang on girl. Don't let selfishness eat your whole being...think not just for yourself but also for others! Coz mind you, it's hard to stay in one room with someone you barely meet the eye.
(but good thing they didn't end up on a cat fight! hehe)
