November 12th, 2009 by Karmun

Despite the imminent dawn of four more assignment deadlines all due within the next ten days and the murderously slow Internet connection here at the HELP Residence which I pathetically still have to call my home, this pleasantly chilly Thursday night is still all kinds of awesome. Media Writing awaits my attention even as I sit here typing this but no one’s really all that surprised are they that I’m so lackadaisical about things. My stress-levels should rightfully be spilling over boiling point at the tirade of so many other things just waiting for me to attend to! Heh. 

I’m well aware that I haven’t been properly blogging these past couple of weeks and yes, I agree stringing a few sentences together hardly count as blogging, eventhough they do provide snippets as to what I’ve been up to. Filler posts, anyone? =D But being the ever obliging and considerate person that  I am, I shall entertain the unfair accusations of the few more demanding group of readers and write something that doesn’t make sense only to me, how about that? Aren’t I simply the best? x) That, and blogging sure beats the hell out of writing a three-page report on Advertising for Media class! Heh.

My new roommate has arrived about two weeks ago all the way from China and we’re still trying to iron a few creases out.  She hardly speaks English and I, Chinese, so her Besta Electronic Dictionary has been rather overworked as we try to simply live together in civility. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a lovely girl – or rather, woman, considering how she’s 24 years old and is here to pursue her MBA in Global Economics – but after a while, even Mother Theresa would get frustrated with having to resort to nothing but nods and smiles and hand gestures to get a message as simple as “Have you had your dinner yet?”  across. Believe me, it is a lot more tiring than it sounds.

But things could be a lot worse; getting a roommate who’s 5′11″ and weighs a mere feather of 56kgs with waist-long raven locks and the most delicate little ivory nose isn’t the worst thing to have befall you, honestly.

Oh, yes, boys and girls, feast your eyes on the sight that greets me every morning when I wake up and every evening when I let myself back  into the room. That’s my new roommate Lin Fern on the left, and her elder sister Lin Lin on the right. My room is now just an inch or less short of resembling the changing room of a Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show! It even comes complete with a leggy, stick-thin model who never fails to look like she’s just walked right out of the latest Vogue and wears the most suggestive lingerie to bed x) uh-HUH.

Oh, and the stereotype that hot girls are almost always bitchy divas who think they’re a level above everyone else? NOT TRUE.

Lin Fern’s been nothing but nice eversince she hauled her Louis Vuitton suitcase into our room huffing and puffing a little with her Chanel shades worn as a headband to keep the hair out of her eyes. I remember that day well for all I saw were limbs as she towered almost a head and a half over me in her 4-inch platform stilettos and smiling a thousand kilowatt smile. When she extended her hand to introduce herself, her fingers were long and slender just like the rest of her, and her nails quaintly painted a deep blue the colour of midnight, embellished with tiny little rhinestones of sparkling white.

To burst another bubble, not all girls stay wafer thin by starving themselves or smoking their life away either. Lin Fern eats non-stop; I swear she’s always munching on something! I can always tell she’s up when I hear the plastic wrappers of sweets and biscuits and chips squeak as she rips them open. As much as she eats, I don’t quite agree with her choice of food however. It wasn’t just a matter of speech when I say sweets and biscuits and chips. She practically lives off junkfood, washing them down with an average of five cans of different types of soft drink a day! You should see the number of cans varying from the lime-green Kickapoo to the bold red Coke accumulating themselves in our Recycling Bin. The fact that she makes it a point to recycle the crazy number of empty cans of the soft drinks she consumes tells you all you need to know, really. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with a bottle of plain water.

It’s been two weeks since my jaw dropped at the sight of this girl who I’ll be seeing more than anybody else and disregarding the language barrier, I think we’re getting along fine. She’s messier than I am so that’s a plus point. You have no idea how worried I was that I’d get someone who’s like OCD-neat, who’d completely freak out if so much as a single stray strand of hair was found on the floor. Oh, yes, people like that do exist, I’ve seen them for myself. In fact I live a mere 5 doors away from one and the only thing I’m more afraid of than number of times she sweeps the floor a day are probably clowns =S 

I’m just pretty damn glad that Lin Fern’s only problem may be her addiction to all things sweet and carbonated XD