since last year i have keen to blog sth about my housemates, before and now.
they cant get rid of my mind. they are link closely in my life. thru my growing process, they are really important.
everything happen to them, warm them, cheer them, hurt them, i was involved to be. their every moment of sadness, happiness, shared with me.
they are more than a family member, because we are all about the same age. we understand each other. less than a sibling, because we have different backgrounds. they are my housemates, because we are under one roof. =)
almost 3 years renting rooms in this city, i have lots of experiences meeting various kind of people,solving problems happen in the house. cant be called a big sister, i dont manage too much things around, what i do is just simple, care.
everyone who leaving their hometown, to another unfamilar place, and stay with those strangers, feel lonely. some of them start to have strange hobbies, strange act, they seem to express themselves as abnormal. and you know why?
to attract your attention.attention to care. i met some of the real examples and it's really extraordinary, i bet this kind of stories i could only watch it from the movies, or heard from some news if i wasnt shift out from my aunt's house.
RPOFILE 1: SHOPHOUSEmates
hmm.. dunno where to start on, there is too much feelings in my mind that makes me ponder.. too many toughing and exciting moments. should blog in general.
frankly, i miss them. i miss those time we'd been together. we had many night activities after classes: we had hard time studying, discussing in the room every nights in SAM (oh,i miss physics and math2)(when it's silence, you know it's 11pm, study time ma,haha), sad time while revealing mistakes in exam.., fun time watching tv programme (i was always the last to laugh since i dunt understand cantonese.. sigh) happy time yamcha(updates of footballs and lengcai), crazy time yelling at the balcony(police dunt see us.walkers run by us.hehe. just for fun la), gossip time (you wont miss this after some exciting movie-like happenings in the house..heheh), freeze time in cinema, shopping time in weekends,happiest time when having birthday celebration in halo cafe...etc etc etc. ~soon post up the pics of our party~
by now, lossing contacts i have no option to turn to. . .
i have a colourful year in the shophouse, 18 years old is always the best year, yeah.
living in the shophouse for 1 year, i shifted to another more comfortable, the so-called stonehouse. kekeke.
PROFILE 2: ''STONEHOUSE''mates
wonder how my uncle's face looks like if he knew his house was called "stonehouse".. kekeke
i shifted into this new shelter few weeks after i turn 19. this is better than the previous one, i have good ventilation. =) ( there's no window in the shophouse)
hmm.. how to describe my dear housemates? err... haha, really cute(very happy to get along), hard-to-understand(gurl stuffs is complicated), bad temper, too free(compare to me la), too noisy and playful... etc etc. without them, the house like dying, they are the spirit of the house. sometimes just dont feel to go back so early in the afternoon, i'll be alone in empty house.
i have lesser housemates here, since i owned 12+ housemates in the shophouse... but their stuffs is more than before..
living with them, i dont know should be happy or sad.
we are really mad when everyone comes together, having meal or chating crazy stuffs in the living room. the nights is fun.
sometimes i just cant concentrate on my works when they make noise. i was always the only one who are partly jump out of the chatings.
they make my life colourful, and darken the shadow.
college life, erasing 'housemates' this word is not under your hand.
treat it right, and you have better life.
they cant get rid of my mind. they are link closely in my life. thru my growing process, they are really important.
everything happen to them, warm them, cheer them, hurt them, i was involved to be. their every moment of sadness, happiness, shared with me.
they are more than a family member, because we are all about the same age. we understand each other. less than a sibling, because we have different backgrounds. they are my housemates, because we are under one roof. =)
almost 3 years renting rooms in this city, i have lots of experiences meeting various kind of people,solving problems happen in the house. cant be called a big sister, i dont manage too much things around, what i do is just simple, care.
everyone who leaving their hometown, to another unfamilar place, and stay with those strangers, feel lonely. some of them start to have strange hobbies, strange act, they seem to express themselves as abnormal. and you know why?
to attract your attention.attention to care. i met some of the real examples and it's really extraordinary, i bet this kind of stories i could only watch it from the movies, or heard from some news if i wasnt shift out from my aunt's house.
RPOFILE 1: SHOPHOUSEmates
hmm.. dunno where to start on, there is too much feelings in my mind that makes me ponder.. too many toughing and exciting moments. should blog in general.
frankly, i miss them. i miss those time we'd been together. we had many night activities after classes: we had hard time studying, discussing in the room every nights in SAM (oh,i miss physics and math2)(when it's silence, you know it's 11pm, study time ma,haha), sad time while revealing mistakes in exam.., fun time watching tv programme (i was always the last to laugh since i dunt understand cantonese.. sigh) happy time yamcha(updates of footballs and lengcai), crazy time yelling at the balcony(police dunt see us.walkers run by us.hehe. just for fun la), gossip time (you wont miss this after some exciting movie-like happenings in the house..heheh), freeze time in cinema, shopping time in weekends,happiest time when having birthday celebration in halo cafe...etc etc etc. ~soon post up the pics of our party~
by now, lossing contacts i have no option to turn to. . .
i have a colourful year in the shophouse, 18 years old is always the best year, yeah.
living in the shophouse for 1 year, i shifted to another more comfortable, the so-called stonehouse. kekeke.
PROFILE 2: ''STONEHOUSE''mates
wonder how my uncle's face looks like if he knew his house was called "stonehouse".. kekeke
i shifted into this new shelter few weeks after i turn 19. this is better than the previous one, i have good ventilation. =) ( there's no window in the shophouse)
hmm.. how to describe my dear housemates? err... haha, really cute(very happy to get along), hard-to-understand(gurl stuffs is complicated), bad temper, too free(compare to me la), too noisy and playful... etc etc. without them, the house like dying, they are the spirit of the house. sometimes just dont feel to go back so early in the afternoon, i'll be alone in empty house.
i have lesser housemates here, since i owned 12+ housemates in the shophouse... but their stuffs is more than before..
living with them, i dont know should be happy or sad.
we are really mad when everyone comes together, having meal or chating crazy stuffs in the living room. the nights is fun.
sometimes i just cant concentrate on my works when they make noise. i was always the only one who are partly jump out of the chatings.
they make my life colourful, and darken the shadow.
college life, erasing 'housemates' this word is not under your hand.
treat it right, and you have better life.
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