i went back home last night, leaving the room to my roomie, 'cause i'm meeting my mom to shop this morning. well, it has been a while since we go out together, and i felt i've sort of neglected her ever since i've moved to hall. so well, promised her i'll go out with her today too.

and then, i came back to hall. i put the key into the keyhole, turned and pushed the door gently... it doesn't open. i pushed it harder, the door opened slightly, to reveal *with horror* lots of things all over the place. Oh my goodness, i couldn't even open the door! i pushed and pushed and heard a *BANG*... i looked at the back of the door... my roomie's laptop bag fell down. heck~ his bag was in the way together with *look around* LOTS OF IKEA STUFF!

i tried really hard to walk into the room without tripping over his ikea bags. and then, *more horrors* in his effort to find space to put his ikea stuff, he dumped his stuff over my area oso, until i was like *wa*. the rubbish bin was in the middle of nowhere near my bed, a long ikea box lies diagonally across under my chair, my mini folderable chair went to the other side of the room! where is my space?

the toilet door was open. smell is filling the room. i closed the door and proceeded to spray our room with air freshener. (i'm trying to be polite.) then, i turned on my lappy and wanted to do my assignment which is due in 2 hours time.

then, my roomie came running out of the toilet, asking me to take a look at the toilet bowl which he said was leaking. i went to the cubicle and saw 'dark waters' (quoting my roomie) oozing out from the bottom of the bowl. *horrors part 3*...

somehow, somewhere in my brain, a mental note came. i shall not leave the room to my roomie alone anymore...

*horrified*,
Johnzzon

PS. this entry had been axed by my roomie, and the level of freedom of speech gets ever so decresed.