Settling into your new accommodation is difficult. You want to go to bed, but the mattress cover just does not fit the dusty mattress. You want to sleep longer, but you wake up at 6.30 a.m. after falling asleep around 2 a.m. the night before. You want to eat a solid breakfast, but all there is available at 9 a.m. is just the Curry Maggi packet you brought over from home and some hot water.
Speaking of hot water, guess what I used to boil the water? That’s right! A gas stove (while most people are stuck with that slow ass induction cooker installed in their flats or apartments).
It’s weird to have no drawers in your wardrobe. It’s also quite weird that your study desk is not equipped with any drawers. Come on la. With hope that Ikea will have what I need to make my room super need, I also hope that it won’t be full of people. 10 a.m. sounds like a healthy time to reach the place, because that’s when it opens.
You know what else happens at 10 a.m.? Rise of the drunken idiots, plodding along to class.
This is an extract of an actual conversation between said idiots:
“So what did you do last weekend?”
“I got soooo drunk at this club…(continues to speak about how (s)he would never do it again, and then does it again the next day)”