calling occupants of interplanetary craft

i don't know why i entitled this post as such.

well, time for some reflection and SOS calls:

• i realized that (most probably due to events prior to this) I am extremely homophobic.
• i miss silence.
• i miss people, as always. (6.5 monthsss!!!)
  
• i miss Singaporean food. how much? when mike was here, we spent 9 dollars on horrible horrible HORRIBLE beef rendang. Singaporeans, stuff yourselves silly. and to think that i still liked it.
• i miss salty Filipino food.

Maybe this is a good time for a random story.

One night, after my bi-weekly workout, I went to the food court upstairs and saw this big chubby Mexican man logging in all those who order food. He looked kinda friendly, so I tried befriending him.

"What's your name, man?"

"GUSTAVO"

Nothing more masculine than that. goodness. Seriously, imagine any person whose name is Gustavo. Somebody who when you see on the street, you go "Now you look like a Gustavo". Italian (perhaps) or some European person, well-built, VERY VERY well-built, as a matter of fact, with a humongous moustache hanging from his upper lip. Maybe some body piercings. And of course, a big toothy evil grin. I'm thinking Zangief from Street Fighter.

So I took my food, a big fat fish burger with onion rings, and went out. Goodness. Gustavo's hand was limply bent backward: a trademark ah quah pose. and he was loudly laughing away with some boys. in a high, whiny pitch.

I shuddered in horror. And it still haunts me to this day. I never returned to that food court ever since. How do I know I am indeed traumatized?

It's been 2 and a half weeks since that incident. and i still vividly remember.

and i recently found out that the other *ahem* person gyrating to Elton John the other time was my classmate in Philosophy class. he doesn't listen, whereas we spend our time trying to crack open Homer and Virgil, he/she's just sitting there scribbling notes against the latest copy of Vanity Fair and Cosmopolitan.

Goodness.

Anyways, i need help. SOS! If somebody knows:

• how to make a snoring person shut up
• how to "straighten up" a person
• how to tell somebody he stinks
• how to tell somebody he stinks even more with his perfume on
• how to tell somebody he makes the toilet stink because of the pungent layers he/she has
• how to tell somebody that you dislike his homies hanging around your room.
• how to tell somebody that having clothes all over the floor is not cool at all.
• how to tell somebody that leaving your muffin and coffee on the table for 3 days is not hygienic.
  
• how to speed up 6.5 months

Because currently, the only solution I have is prevention.

When I hear his voice, I turn off all the lights and jump to bed with a thick thick blanket/comforter on. It's like my only layer of protection. Sometimes I even amaze myself with my latent agility.

oh, and i think I click with the other guy in the apartment. He's just chillin' all the time, listening to Elton John, Jackson 5, Billy Joel, Earth, Wind, and Fire, Dave Matthews, John Mayer, etc etc. What a match!!!

Speaking of matching, it's really funny, cos I remember before I applied to NYU Housing, I answered this survey to perfectly match the characters of people that they room together. I felt so appalled because there were only like 3 questions. All I said were:

1. I was against loud noises.
2. I am against alcohol and tobacco in the room
3. and I am VERY CONSERVATIVE. (you know, like a ranking. I was FAR RIGHT.)

And this happens??? NYU Housing, if you're reading this, get your act together. This is a very displeased tenant speaking right here.

But then again, it's a time of testing. Thank you, Jesus.

oh, and for those concerned, I kind of stopped listening to Elton John already. Bob Marley's on my playlist now. I keep changing a lot so when the day comes that I tell you that I listen to Little Richard's Tutti Frutti or some Culture Club stuff, somebody please fly over and take me home.

I'M OUT!!!