There was this funny smell in my room today and thus i blast my fan at top speed, hoping to drive the smell away as fast as the wind could bring. It wasn't long before those dirty dust fragments and soot came falling off the god-forsaken fan and littered dust bits everywhere.

I searched my closet for the most unwearable tee (a 1998 OP shirt) with holes in it and soaked it in water and began wiping my fan.

Then i started to think about my ex roommate whom i haven't seen for months, after i moved out of hall 2. I remember tasks with high fatality probability (eg. cleaning the fan) are usually done by him (I told him i had this phobia of cleaning the fan halfway and someone accidentally switches on the fan and chops off my head).


*my ex-roommate (right), taken with a hot hunk.

Now in Hall 16, staying in single room has been my biggest dream in varsity. Though i had my privacy, there seemed to be lacking of something. I can't quite decide between a "roommate" or a "handyman". But my room definitely lacked that human presence with me all alone everytime, except with occasional visits from Waan.

My ex-roommate was one of the rarest guy friends i could actually click to (as in sense of humour and spouting nonsense, that kind of level). I have very few good guy friends, and somehow girls are able to click with me more as we have common subject matters. Ironically, my closest poly and sec sch girl (female) frens, cease to exist in my life after they moved on to another environment. Those whom i stick to till now are all the guys! For the record, nothing peculiar is going on, they all have girlfriends (and are sexually involved with them, from what i've heard) and wouldn't wanna step out of their comfort zones.

But we still had our differences when i moved in with him in year 1. It gradually surfaced but before we knew it, it blew out of proportions and yeap. But oddly, i understand him so much more after i moved in with him. But turns out, if u get too close to a friend, u'll discover his/her flaws and you may gradually keep a distance?

Does a good friend really makes a good roommate?

Well, i would say he is for several reasons. He tolerated with my occasional emotional out-bursts (i become extremely quiet when i'm pissed) and sometimes outrages requests to use the room for some private reasons. He never said "no" (i never take "no" for an answer) and somehow, i have been the unaccomodating one, and kept yapping away abt my intolerance towards his duties as a roommate and i'm sure he did not tell anyone about my flaws (*fingers crossed*).

I can't remember where i heard this but someone did told me this: "Fate brought both of you together to be roommates in varsity and be it a good or a bad experience, treasure the special affinity that both of you shared."

Of course, though being emotionally more superior and rational than animals, we humans never treasure anything till we lost it.

I can't believe by cleaning a fucking fan, i can write this whole load of shit. Geez!