The Girl Next Bed

I have decided to make this post specially for my beloved roommate in KHAR because I want to share with you all, my readers, how wonderful she actually is. She named herself with a "Lyn" at the back of her name because she thought girls with the name "Lyn" are pretty. Since I'm such a vain person, the pretty girls include me as my name is EveLYN. HAHAHA! Okay, but still, that name won't change her appearance at all so why bother? It's not like she'd turn from a witch to a princess in one night. She complains every teeny tiny little matter. "I'm SO freaking tired" will be her daily dialogue once she stepped her foot inside the room. Like I cared. Should I response by "Oh you poor thing, you want a massage?" Yeah, right. As if that will happen. I don't even give a damn. It's not even my business to listen to her whining. What? Is she a dog or something? "Yeeeerrrr, why are there so many ants on the window? Ants ahhh~ You see?" Sorry, but I'm half blind without my spectacles and since I'm already so sleepy, I don't even want to get up from my bed. Oh, speaking about sleeping, she sleeps with lights off. So whenever she is sleepy, she'd go, "I want to sleep!" since 9 until 12 but she will not be tucking in her bed unless I do. There was once the lights in our room could not be turned off for a week and she complained that she couldn't sleep well. Like I cared. Duh. And it seems like she has difficulties to chew with her mouth closed. Plus, she's oblivious to others' feelings since she always does or says stuffs without filtering through her brain. "Oh, you're so damn retard!" "You're so stupid!" "Are you an idiot?" "Your umbrella is freaking small, my clothes are wet already!" Oh, this isn't her standard way of saying anyways. She uses Mandarin to converse with me and her English is a direct translation from Mandarin. "You at where?" "You eat what ah?" Epic. Then she starts to ask me about her homework. Although we have the same lecturer but we are in different groups and sometimes the lecturer doesn't assign the exact same thing to both the groups. Furthermore, she is always blanked out during lecture so she has no idea what the lecturer said. If she has such short attention span, she should just go find a boy and get married. Ooops, I doubt there will be guy who will like her whining attitude. Well, unless he's as epic as her too. And last Thursday, I found it greatly offending for her to sleep the exact opposite position as me when we were sleeping on the floor. I was the one who started the idea of pulling the mattress onto the ground to sleep during hot weather and she followed what I did the next day. Only that my head was next to her feet and her head next to my feet. Fine, it doesn't matter. What bothers me the most is that I woke up, with that typical blur moment and stared right at a pair of feet which were just inches away from my face. She slept so near me that her feet literary almost touched my face. Gee, thank you so much for spoiling my morning. She always says that I do not treat myself to good food. Why does it matter to her? I treat myself a good lunch in the afternoon and then I just simply have whatever it is at night. Why does it bother her? I don't like spending so much money on myself. So what? Okay, moving on to the last point of the post: Le Grand Finale. I was in the toilet, minding my own business when someone got into the next stall. Then, the moaning started and never stopped. I felt like I was stuck in an 18-XX rated movie whereby I had to listen to the person next stall masturbating while passing motion. When it happened, my poop just got stuck in my ass and refused to come out anymore. I got out from the toilet and realized that particular person in the toilet was my beloved roommate.