Luzzio

I spend… eh, about half of my time in the room.

Sometimes when I’m bored, I go crazy and do random stuff like this:

Most of the time though, it’s mainly spent infront of the desk, trying to catch up with my own expectations.

I spend so much time in this place.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my room. It’s the only place where I can just sit back, relax, and enjoy privacy.

Decorating this place is fun, and the little things about it make me quite excited. Back home I didn’t ‘exactly’ have a room of my own to customize. I did at one point, but somehow the initiative never came till it was too late.

It’s a messy place at times, with noodle bowls not washed for 24 hours strewn on the table, USB cables entangled in a forest of rubber, papers drowning the desk, random pieces of clothing on the bed and shoes scattered from one end of the room to another. But I take care of it.

It’s just that there’s a whole world out there to explore. And I am not doing that.

I told number 10 that I’d abused my dislike of people in general, of crowds, making new friends, till the point that whenever I actually want to do something, I’d pull out my cell only to realize there really isn’t anyone to call. She said I was too picky with the friends I make.

ANYWAY, enough about that.

The funny thing about Christmas these days are that the festivities itself begin literally, in plural, months before the actual date celebrating the birth of the Great Almighty Pwnage Lord Christ. Went to this place called Albert Square last week to see the Christmas fireworks. In the middle of November. When is Christmas? 24th of December, hm?

Bah commercialization. Stretching and squeezing a theme. It doesn’t irk me in any way, but you just can’t help but bitch about it.

The Albert Square event itself was fun, but I hated the skinheads, (funny how they laugh at people but keep quiet when you take their joke and engage them in a conversation. That’s what I did.), the sardinization of people where you could not move an inch, and the performances. Really, WHY are you performing Bad-Boy as a finale for a CHRISTMAS event?

Sherri, who doesn’t always look this pissy, is coming up to the UK as we speak to evaluate the universities before she makes a decision on which one she’d like to enrol in. It’s total bs cos it’s a vacation in disguise.

Wanted to get a train down to London for the weekend to celebrate her birthday with her, but the train ticket’s too expensive just for that reason (yeah sorry Sherri but you’re not worth £40. I can buy a clearance Abercrombie & Fitch jacket with that money!). Then again I’m really looking for excuses to, once again, get out of the room. I want to go to Cardiff but no one seems to have time. I want to see a movie but no one’s interested. Meh.

Lastly, I want to talk about the fire alarm here. The god damned fire alarms.

Months ago, I was incapacitated at 9AM in the morning, from a disease called lovingthebedoses. There was an annoying buzz coming from the hallways which I duly ignored. It went on for the next… I don’t know, 15 minutes before someone knocked on my door and said “FIRE ALARM!”

A little jolted, I got out of my bed, and rushed to get changed. Stepping out of the room, I omitted the following:

i) Wearing my glasses, without which I was effectively blind.
ii) Putting on any footwear or socks.
iii) Not wear my belt upside down.
iv) Put on a coat.

So there I was, walking out of the dormitories, into the streets, seeing basically everyone else from the hall already assembled across the street. A burly man in uniform came up to me with the following mouthful:

“You’re fifteen minutes late! *points to his watch* Fifteen! Do you know what you are? You’re DEAD. Imagine what would have happened if this wasn’t a drill? It’s not the fire that kills you it’s the smoke!”

Me: =_=

“You, stand there with the rest of the late ones.”

I was made to crowd with the rest of the others who looked just as lost, the road in between us shamed ones and the ‘alive’ crowd across the road. Crappy morning, considering I was shivering in the cold.

“I’d like you all to know that because of these individuals, we will have to do this ALL OVER AGAIN till we get this right!”

I wasn’t wearing my spectacles, so I couldn’t tell if they were laughing at us or making angry faces.