| | My kitchen and the hallway smells like a wet fish market now. WHY?? Because my flatmate Loudie had happily decided to cook fish and NOT ventilate the place...and then subsequently NOT sprayed aerosol or anything to even TRY to make it smell better. And when I ask her about it, she complains I'm fussy. What, so I don't have the right to even try to KEEP the flat clean now? I certainly am NOT going to clean up after her, I'm not her Maria. And HELLO???? WHO, tell me, WHO likes their flat smelling like a wet fish market??? And let's not get me started on the piles of dishes and pans and cutlery piled up in the sink and the trash she's NEVER gonna get round to taking out, despite me having written pointedly on the board that it's her job this week. Fine, I admit I can be an anal clean and neat freak, but then again, I wasn't brought up in a pig sty, unlike SOME people I know...hmpf.
Having met an assortment of Loudie's friends, one'd think they recently emerged from Orwell's 'Animal Farm'. A motley crew of barnyard types, they could prolly form an a[nimal]capella type group with several snorts and countless crows. Which altogether concludes my point about how birds of a feather, do indeed, flock together. And talk about genes running in the family...her cousin came over today, and my God, I can SO see the family resemblance. Darwin was perhaps a lil off, we didn't ONLY descend from apes...in some cases, maybe a stray swine chromosome crept in somewhere somehow...maybe Pigsy from 'Journey To The West' had a part to play. Urk! Speakin of which, she just walked by my room with a huge BURP. Charming, isn't she? Very becoming. Absolutely enchante. Lovely how she sees the need to herald her ominous presence with the sound of a sigh, a complaint, repeated slamming of doors and the clanging of various unidentifiable objects in the night.
Bitched to other flatmate when she got back...who offered me a Kahlua cookie in sympathy. Hmmm, yum. I always did like the Thais, they're so nice and easy to get along with. It's the cheena type Singaporeans who ROYALLY piss me off. With their loud voices complaining voices, their excessive and loud use of Singlish (do you see a trend about volume here?), their booming sense of arrogance and condescension towards others...dear GOT, i.e. God of Tranquility (to borrow from Dominic), you'd think they never received any lessons in manners and etiquette. Hmm, maybe THAT'S why!
Bitching is SO therapeutic...*takes deep breath*
OK enough, good vibes good vibes...*does the Christine thing*!!!
Boy, it sure was cold today, brrr...winter is a-coming, not lookin forward at all. Went to the masseuse today to fix my back...wah shiok...making another appointment for Thursday...heh. Surfed through my pri sch thingummy on Friendster, checked out a few of my old sch mates to see what they look like now. Geee, looks like most of them haven't changed much...the pretty ones grew prettier, i.e. Eunice and Aileen..and the rest...well...they just grew. *Ahem*. |
