Housemates
This term I have 3 housemates. 2 are from last term. One of them is really close to another one who moved out. They always do stuff - study, play Left 4 Dead, go out for dinner, cook dinner, watch TV - together and the house was pretty merry. Sometimes I join them, steal their food, contribute a bit for dinner, and stuff. It was actually pretty fun and I enjoyed their company. Even though they were mechatronics students - easily one of the most respectable and "cream of the crop" even among engineering students - they always took time to have fun, play computer games, etc. They were the ones who influenced me into the new era of gaming, to make full use of my $1000-powerhouse. But this other guy moved out because he's working in an internship so he shifted to another place which is closer to his place. Ever since then, the guy who remained seemed to have lost his passion - at least when he's in the house. He is always in his room and he always eat instant noodles (stopped cooking altogether). We still talk from time and time, but it feels like the house has lost its youthful passion bla bla mojo bla bla thingy. It is as if a biological material that has lost its enzyme - kind of sad, really. And he might be moving out soon. So sad, so sad, it's a sad sad situation....
My second housemate is a really quiet quiet guy, at least in front of people he is not close with or chooses not to be close with (does it make a difference?). He rarely comes out of his room, like those Japanese/Korean (JK) student who comes here to study. <<<>>>. Anyway back to my second housemate. He rarely talks to any of us in the house. I think he spoke less than 10 sentences to the power duo during the last 4 months - the usual conversation consisting of mutual "hey"s (which is a mumble on his part) doesn't count, apparently. He doesn't seem to want to talk much even though I start a conversation with him - like when I ask him how he's doing, what's he doing and stuff, he never seems to have anything to contribute to lengthen the conversation. During the winter break last few weeks ago, he had 2 of his friends come over, and they cooked, they laughed, they watched TV, they played extremely bad music that makes your ear bleed - and for a moment, he seemed normal. When the break ended, he went back to his old self, maybe cooking for once every month (they used to cook everyday - and their mess still can be seen in the living room - lazy bastards).
Well, there's still hope in humanity even though the weather is cold and bleak. This term an exchange student moved in. The reason I like living with exchange students is they are usually very outgoing and they know they have only a short time in Vancouver - usually 4 months - so they will try their best to mingle and make the best out of their time here (how I wish I can share their mentality). This guy can cook pretty well, that day he shared some food with me, and hopefully I can extend the same generosity to him in the near future. And he seemed to be willing to talk to me, which is good - seeing the other two are getting increasingly reclusive in their warm cosy rooms. He's from another country, so hopefully I can learn some useful stuff from him, like what his country is like, some dishes, a bit of Spanish? etc.
So there you go. My 3 housemates for this term. I kind of wished I was the only antisocial in the house - so my housemates would help me be better, instead of the other way round. I wish I was more communicative - sometimes when I want to ask them to clean up the house, I will think about all the mess I have contributed to the house - well, they might have done no less, but usually I'm obsessed with my own guilt and inadequacy, my own shortcomings, that's why I'm not as sociable as I would dream of. Oh well, time to start working on my 8 courses. Time are getting tougher and tougher, better not dream about things that are hard to attain. I do have to admit, gossiping is fun. Wish there was someone where I can unrestrictively spill out all my insecurity, bitterness, and fears. Dreams... ah, the green light that never seems to be within reach... or is it even real at all?
My second housemate is a really quiet quiet guy, at least in front of people he is not close with or chooses not to be close with (does it make a difference?). He rarely comes out of his room, like those Japanese/Korean (JK) student who comes here to study. <<<>>>. Anyway back to my second housemate. He rarely talks to any of us in the house. I think he spoke less than 10 sentences to the power duo during the last 4 months - the usual conversation consisting of mutual "hey"s (which is a mumble on his part) doesn't count, apparently. He doesn't seem to want to talk much even though I start a conversation with him - like when I ask him how he's doing, what's he doing and stuff, he never seems to have anything to contribute to lengthen the conversation. During the winter break last few weeks ago, he had 2 of his friends come over, and they cooked, they laughed, they watched TV, they played extremely bad music that makes your ear bleed - and for a moment, he seemed normal. When the break ended, he went back to his old self, maybe cooking for once every month (they used to cook everyday - and their mess still can be seen in the living room - lazy bastards).
Well, there's still hope in humanity even though the weather is cold and bleak. This term an exchange student moved in. The reason I like living with exchange students is they are usually very outgoing and they know they have only a short time in Vancouver - usually 4 months - so they will try their best to mingle and make the best out of their time here (how I wish I can share their mentality). This guy can cook pretty well, that day he shared some food with me, and hopefully I can extend the same generosity to him in the near future. And he seemed to be willing to talk to me, which is good - seeing the other two are getting increasingly reclusive in their warm cosy rooms. He's from another country, so hopefully I can learn some useful stuff from him, like what his country is like, some dishes, a bit of Spanish? etc.
So there you go. My 3 housemates for this term. I kind of wished I was the only antisocial in the house - so my housemates would help me be better, instead of the other way round. I wish I was more communicative - sometimes when I want to ask them to clean up the house, I will think about all the mess I have contributed to the house - well, they might have done no less, but usually I'm obsessed with my own guilt and inadequacy, my own shortcomings, that's why I'm not as sociable as I would dream of. Oh well, time to start working on my 8 courses. Time are getting tougher and tougher, better not dream about things that are hard to attain. I do have to admit, gossiping is fun. Wish there was someone where I can unrestrictively spill out all my insecurity, bitterness, and fears. Dreams... ah, the green light that never seems to be within reach... or is it even real at all?
man. i reli wish u could come back. then u tell us this. but take care though.