Roommate from Cornell
Did I say the Central Park guys were my last roommates?
Well, I was flat wrong.
I met Lena Perkins serendipitously, really due to my own incompetence.
I posted a house offering for new tenants to the wrong listing and she was
the only person to respond to that posting. She doesn't know that.
She brought Aki, a jet black schipperke, who has come to like to roost on
top of a nest of couch pillows or contort itself into the oddest position
for attention, a talented little beggar.
Lena is the most youthful of all the roommates I've ever had.
Her energy, her earnest care and passion for everything she involves herself with,
I'll miss it. Her motivations are pure even if naive, her heart is open and kind,
even if fickle.
She also has superhuman abilities and willpower; the lengths she'll drive, the
weight she'll shoulder, the responsibilities she'll own up to, the hours she'll keep
in order to be the best person she can be are admirable. Together our lifestyle
was stripped of any virtual entertainment -- just overflowing with sports equiptment...
kayaks, lacross sticks, jet skis, snow/surfboards, scuba/camping gear,
base/basket/volleyball, the list is practically neverending.
Roomates from Central Park
This seems likely to be my last set of roommates.
I live behind the hobo curtain which acts as my door downstairs to
all therest of the guys. I shant delve in too deep here about these
boys characters except to say that Walter (the organizing force)
patiently indulges my mario tennis fixes, Mike (the gastronomical connoisseur)
still pays a good sum of rent here to live in his girlfriend's dormitory,
and Adam (the flying pirate and also the youngest) completes the four,
as that seems to be the magic number so far.
He has yet to complete his schooling.
Roomates from Rains
Starting from the far left side of the quad is Tina (Christina)
Rivera, a spunky, expressive girl from LA who often wears her heart on
her sleeve. She likes masquerading as a hot-tempered potty-mouth
racist, especially during taboo.
Next to Tina is Sara Cames, a girl of strong character and wit; her
humor is impeccably refined (as I would say of anyone who was an avid
viewer of futurama, family guy, and arrested development) and her
manners are always forthcoming and pleasant. She's like the cornucopia
centerpiece I'd want to put out on the dinner table when we're having
our family thanksgiving. She makes pretty savory dishes of what I
imagine is considered southern home cooking.
Ting Chen, my third roommate is MIA. Externing at the SEC in NY.
I jimmied open her room and use it for packing now. Some
people like to describe their wines using people, but in this case,
the reverse approach comes in much more handy. The kind of verbal
abuse that Ting directs mainly at members of the opposite sex imparts
the taste of acidty and tannin that a good wine would embody. She
can crush a guy's self-esteem as easily as Eris breathed icy bleakness
on Sinbad in the Seven Seas. In spite of that, her behavior belies a
distinctively young flavor that I've seen invoke the chivalrous nature
of men and women from here to New York.
Roommates from Roble
Sandy, aside from being my best and most loyal friend, is a very
private person and therefore I won't speak much more about her
except to say that she is an ideal roommate.
Annie, who was my frosh and sophmore roommate, had a sharp sense of
humor and I'm certain we were paired up because of our fondness for
the Simpsons. Her personality is undoubtedly charming though, I always
felt, profoundly affected underneath. She talked in her sleep.
Lauren was the poster child for a kid growing up in an asian american
family. A young violinist and ballet dancer going onto med school. She had
strong opinions on beauty and class, which she voiced on occasion. It
distinguished her -- as a strikingly critical commentator.
The fourth roommate you already know.
After all, you're reading her loopy webpage.
kamikazeneko 2005