the blue room

pat carroll: poor unfortunate souls

when we moved into our new 4-bedroom house three years ago i finally got have my own room. all the rooms were upstairs, two room to a bathroom..a somewhat 'attached' bathroom. it was perfect

i chose to sleep downstairs in the store room next to the kitchen.

since my parents have already committed, their subtle hints for me to move upstairs were ignored. you see no one, and i mean NO ONE wants to share the bathroom with my parents. my father wakes the neighbourhood up every morning when he brushes his teeth, imagine the person sleeping next door. my sibling quickly chose the rooms across the hall, leaving only the room next to my parents'.

as good as my family is, they dont understand why some people (me for instance) spend time by themselves. they think i make a big deal about me wanting my privacy respected. they do not understand that that is how i function. i need space to think and dance naked if i wanted to. i need a place to blast my music loudly, a quiet corner with soft pillows that i could do my reading. a place where i could display my favourite things on shelves and tables. the store room was perfect.

judy kuhn: the colours of the wind

my mother said we could chose our own colours..i didnt need much time to choose mine, it had to be blue. i chose the darkest shade available (even the painter shook his head in disbelief). i refused to change my mind about any decisions that i have made concerning my room. i have been given that space for myself and i didnt think anyone else had a right to give their opinion. i dont remember being that pig headed ever.

the blue that i chose turned out to be a beautiful shade indeed. it was not as dark as shown in the catalogue (a pity really)..but the painter himself was pleasently suprised at the final (dried) result. with minimal furnishing and fancy lighting i finally felt this small piece of the Earth was mine and mine alone.

kirk douglas: whale of a tale

there were many occasions when members of my family would come into my room and sit on the tiny bit of flooring that remained and we would talk and talk for hours. sometimes forgetting to eat dinner. after all these years finally this family is being civil to each other and beginning to enjoy each other's company. all because of the blue room near the kitchen.

bruce reitherman and phil harris: the bare necessities

love thy neighbour

shakira: en tus pupilas

how does one forgive a breach of trust? worst of all from a person whom you live with. my jackass of a flatmate hosted a party for his friends at my expense. he stole, yes im using the word STOLE, my food from my cupboard to feed his fucked up, drunken friends. and he cooked his dinner in my very expensive wok and left it to dry overnight and now its all dried up and crusty. basically my flat is at present downright disgusting. he didnt have the decency to ask me if he could take food from me. he left my rice box outside on the counter last night and somehow miraculously the container managed to fly into its usual place in my cupboard this morning. thats the only thing that has been moved. not the piles of dished and cutlery in the sink. not the pots and pans on the counter. not any of the beer bottles that is all over the floor and dining table. not the chairs and couch from the lounge. just my rice box.

collective soul: run

i know i cannot expect people to be like me. i am a weirdo when it comes to some things. but i do expect some degree of respect and consideration from people especially from the ones i live with. i cannot believe that people like him still behave like child at his age. granted he just turned 19 a few months ago but he does not seem to care for his education nor other people except himself. he drinks every night and turns the flat upside down. he does this because he is away from home. aannnddd he doesnt seem to be new at this so its apparent this behaviour has been going on for awhile now.

such irresponsibility, such careless attitude..its appalling

jewel: standing still

i look at him and i wonder about his parents..his upbringing. i wonder if they know about his life here. if they did, do they just brush it aside saying "its just a phase our hunny bunny is going through, he'll get it over it soon enough"..or do they smile..fooling themselves by thinking that they are the 'cool parents of the 21st century?'..

i truly wonder

jeff buckley: hallelujah

the virgin blogger

as you have guessed this is my first entry..ever. its difficult to write (techniquely type) something down that can be viewed by oh so many. but a wise friend and a fellow blogger mentioned that this is more for me than for the reader..we'll see