Tuesday, February 05, 2008

My lovely flatmate who beats me at everything

I am the messiest and dirtiest person I know. But it seems like I've met my match - my flatmate.

Me vs My Flatmate

My room always looks like a tornado just hit it. Hers looks like 3 tornadoes, 1 hurricane and an earthquake just did.

I am pretty proud of my bathroom's tidyness so far. Hers has the trash bin overflowing with used tissues and some on the floor and feels like The Mask just spins through it.

I leave the dishes in the sink for days before I wash it. She throws tea leaves and food right down the hole and result in a sink blockage that I had to clear.

I make the fridge messy with all my food. She stains it with her leaky kimchi pack.

I only mop the floor when I have the mood. She never does and dirty the floor with black debris she got from God-knows-where.

I don't take out the garbage for days. She drops food on the floor and never picks them up until they stick to the floor and make it a real pain in the arse to clean.

I only clean when the house becomes unbearably dirty. She never cleans, makes a mess and never cleans up her own mess.

I am slow. She has no common sense.

I am 24. She is 27.

I can take care of myself cleanliness-wise. She displays extreme inability to do so.

I cleaned up when the kitchen became a garbage dump and smelled like a fish market that she had to close the door. She only thought of calling up the cleaners to clean up the mess she made that was a garbage dump and smelled like a fish market that she had to close the door.

I cleaned the entire living room and kitchen of our massive apartment. She asked for it to be divided into the living room and kitchen sections for us to clean it once a week.

After despatching the duties and she was on reserve (meaning she has a lot of idle time lazing around at home, and she really did laze around), she did not clean up her section as promised.

I left a note on her door that reads, "XX, pls remember to clean up the living room by tomorrow because we will start new duties by then". She replied by leaving a note on my door that says,"Hi, how are you. I'm sorry to say I couldn't clean the living room this week. I came back yesterday and felt sick. I'll clean as soon as I get back from the flight. Have a rest till I finish cleaning. See ya".

Right. I understand how little time she has when she's on a 12-hour home standby and she wasn't pulled out for any flights and two offdays afterward. She must be pretty damn busy during that time. Wonder what she did at home those 12 hours.

Enough said?

'Nough said.