It's 3 a.m. in the morning, tomorrow i have to wake up early to go up a mountain and here I am, writing stuff and listening to very trippy music. Seems like the good old days again.
I kinda promised myself that I would write a post on my time at matrics, it just so happens i've been thinking about it for a while so i guess i should start somewhere.
Well, to tell you the truth, everything was a blur. It all happened so fast that i can't seem to recall most of it. Fortunately, i do remember how i felt when i was there, and i'll never forget that.
Happy.
I loved it there. The environment. The people. The lecturers. And most of all, the friends.
I never knew what to expect when i first entered the room i would be spending one year in. The first day went on so fast that i never got the time to acquaint myself with my roommates. I didn't even knew one of my roommates name until we got our i.d tags and me and my other roommate had to take a peak to see who this mystery man living with us. We wanted to ask but it has been a week after the orientation... it would be very awkward. But in time, i learned who they were, more or less.
We kept to ourselves, well... most of us. I was only close to one of my roommate. Rashdan. God, that man is my saving grace. I did not know how i would've survived without him. Thanks to his laptop, ipad, iphone and printer, not to mention his internet service, and food, his kettle, the movies in his external hard disk....i could go on all day. I know i kinda took advantage of my dear old friend but damn, he was just so nice. I even told him i wanted to marry his sister. Hahaha. I guess i just can't get enough of the guy. If i had all the money in the world, i can't give him enough, he has a lot of it anyway. Hahaha. We started to called him 'Tauke Emas Semenanjung' after my other roommate called him that. (His mom sells gold and stuff)
But I never want to get on his bad side. He went moody all of a sudden after me and my friend was joking around and he didn't speak to me for a while, a very long while. And i was really worried. Thank god he came around and he became his old nice self again. Sometimes I think I annoyed him with all my antics but i guess he is impossibly patient. I love you man, in a non homosexual way of course. I am going to miss you. May God find a proper place to reward you in heaven.
My estranged roommate, who rarely talks to me, the one i didn't even knew his name for the first week, Botak a.k.a Din. He is an interesting one. Always bald. He has this shaver he uses. Quite unusual that one. I rarely saw him study, mostly during study week, even that is spread quite thinly. I didn't mind that one, until he showed me how shallow his soul is. Then i tended to ignore him, only talking when necessary. He didn't seem to mind though.
Then, there is the epitome of annoyance. The king of all that is swag. The ruler of all who wanted a foot up their asses and a slap with a chair. For his safety and my sanity, i shall only refer him as MD. And no, he is no doctor, mind you. God, that man could have drove me straight into insanity. He could not talk to me in a normal way. He had to talk as if i was his long time gay partner and we've been married in the US for five years. He would say "Morning!" in that manner, but it wasn't even god damn shining outside! Every single time i saw his face! God help me!
If he was gay, i wouldn't be so angry, cause maybe he was trying to hit on me (he like his men big! hahaha). But he wasn't, i knew cause my other sexually confused friend told me that, and he was friends with him before. So, what possibly could made him talk that way? And only to me, mind you, he'd talk normally with all my other roommates. And he would hang his clothes without hangers, hogging all the space to hang all the wet clothes. Selfish bastard!
He sleeps like a dead log. He asked me to wake him up, after a while i kinda got lazy, and he kinda got the point. His alarm would blare out loudly at 6:30, but he always seem to wake up precisely at 6:50 to 7. Like clockwork. Unusually, at least during days where i had classes, I would wake up like clockwork, just around 6, no problem except on the rare occasion. But on weekends, i am usually the last out of bed. God, it my day off and people just love to bug me with pesky things like breakfast and exercise.
Back to my beloved roommate, I tried to make peace with that man. But he just happens to find new ways to annoy me. He even wanted to pay me to put in a good word on him for his girlfriend since i was in the same lecture as she was, after he told us about how he paid some guy a 100 bucks to know about a guy who seemed to show interest in his girl. I wanted to scream and shout "You can't pay me enough to make me do that! I ain't going to bow to your money like some of your other high-end friends!". But my mom didn't raise a rude, belligerent child,so i held my tongue.
I must say I am impressed by his persistence. He would ask me out for lunch, dinner or stuff (i know! super gay!) and i would say no every time. And he never stopped even when we were almost out of that place. I guess he knew that in that room that he shared, I was the only one that was mildly interested in making peace with him (I was the only one close with him during the first week, before he became a monster, so that must have said meant something too). But i never did say yes. We would have had such a romance. Hahaha.
To tell you the truth, i loved that guy too. He united me and my friends in the common hatred against him, so i guess i should thank him. Hate brings people more closer. Well, other people. And he is going to the same university as i am. God, what have i done wrong? What have i done wrong to You!?!?
This seems like the longest post i had in a while, which i didn't exactly anticipate. So I'll divide in in two and write the other part later. Don't worry, i saved the best part for later. I better go to sleep before my mom wakes up and screams at me. I am going to Fraser's Hill. Not exactly a mountain but....meh.
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