enter the (not-entirely) bachelors' pad

2 weeks on, it has finally began: the inauguration of my very first swinging (i hope) bach pad. it was hardwork, it was a almost like a dream fulfilled, and it has exposed my utter ineptitude at housework. a living area a good 3 times that of last semester at half the rent, i would say, FUCK YOU TRINITY COLLEGE, u callous capitalist profiteering pseudo educators!!!!


three happy proud virgin padders. it's actually less of a bach pad when you realise that 2 outta the 3 of us are attached. no prizes for guessing who's that single loser.



2 1/2 yrs of sleeping on muddy soil really helped us survive an entire week of sleeping on the floor without any furniture.




the accursed kitchen where i'm subjected to night after night of cinderella-like persecution, washing the dishes, mopping the floor etc by the evil step sisters just becos i'm discriminated agaisnt being the odd one out who is single though i also suspect that it has more to do with the fact that i can't cook a meal without burning up the kitchen.....


our first decent dinner in the house. for that matter, that was an entirely ad hoc dinner table made from 4 milk crates we stole from outside the local convenience store and a wooden plank which we eventually made a TV rack out of.


now that's what become of the milk crates...a far more dignified use you may argue.





it's a house full of irony. we have a huge garage but none of us have a car. we have a superb backyard but we haven't got a bbq pit. we've got a gianormous kitchen and dinner area but we have no dinner table. and i'm the only motherfucker with a room large enough to fit a queen size bed yet i have neither a girlfriend nor a fuck buddy to share it with. well at least i can retreat to the solace of my lovely balcony to comfort me when i'm lonely, taking a fag while imagining it to be that elusive inaugural post-coital cigarette which i hope will be in the not-too-distant future, which will then finally render my blog's name defunct.