First Day as a Hostelite, Second Sem (o crap!)

My aunt, uncle and one of their sons picked me from the airport and had the pleasure of dropping me off at the hostel after treating me to an OK breakfast and an amazing lunch. Eventhough it is a Girls' Hostel, my aunt wasnt allowed to enter, as according to our warden, or caretaker, our SECOND MOM( as she claims herself to be), the girls need privacy, as they might not be comfortable seeing my aunt( who, i can assure you, by no means is, or even gives the hint of being homosexual), and they might b doin something intimate lyk massaging*, etc ( makes us sound lyk lesbians, no kidding!).
Carrying my 13kg+ 11kg+ 4kg+ (i dunno how many)kg luggages al the way up to my room (yes, homemade food gve me strength) i notice a petite, hot girl* on the bed next to mine. I was shocked, apalled, speechless, frozen as i had not expected a new roommate! I gave my bright, flashy, charming smile, a brief intro... blah blah. The point is, i was planning to take the bed tht belonged to the not- to- b- spoken- of- ex- roomie of mine- who- is- an- ungrateful- ass ( no offense intended :D), as she hd tken the previlage of kickin herself outta my room. And this new MBA female had taken it. YAY!

The highlight of the day was the 45 min lecture tht Salema n i got in front of our new roomie.
Highilights of d highlight:

• when it cums to hygeine, m very strict! (no comments, some of us DID peak into ur interiors-fit-to-be-on-a-magazine-cover room) ( tryin to act al smart in al in front of d newbie)
• Haifa- no more paints on the floor. kno how difffifult it is to get it off? we had to use acid to remove it. can u believe that? ( honestly, lady, with all due respect, u think we believe anything u say?)

w:Haifa- pull ur chair. Chaira izhu.

me: kandippa izhukkanuma? appuram panlame! ( do i have to? it can wait right?)

w: what?!

me: nuthin! ( i pull th chair out)

w: ennadadu? (whats ther?)

me: (thinking she's referring to the not less than the ten pairs of shoes under my table) um... nuthin...

w: luk at the chair. whose gonna pay for it?

me: chair? ( one luk at it, loud gasp!)

salema: what happend?

me: its burnt! sumone left d iron on on it!

salema: o f***!

w: now what? u'll hv to pay for it.

me: wht? why? i din do it (shrug).

w: u shud take care of ur things.

me: ?!?!?

POINTLESS CONVO!!

wht was i supposed to do? use password enabled furniture???

*I NEVER gave, or asked for massages except oil massag on my scalp. I am vry, vry straight.