That Invaded Space

I totally enjoyed it when the roomies are back to their hometown. I'd lock the door, and switch on all the fans, and aim them all at myself. I love being cold, it gives me a reason to cover myself in blanket. *sniggering*

I think I blogged about this before. That I don't like to have my space invaded. Yea I did. I don't fancy sharing my pillow, and I don't fancy sleeping too close to another person. Somehow though, the cute housemies, as far as I'm concern, unconciously invaded my space. A lot. I woke up twice to find the bed-mate sleeping diagonally with his head just inches from mine. I nearly smacked him, but thank God I was just half awake.

Perhaps, we're two human beings with penises. Like hello? Not that I'm homophobic or anything, Dad said human touch is a form of comfort. But still, I cannot imagine myself hugging the 'other half' while I go to sleep, IF I ever find the other half of mine. I don't remember about the past when I was younger, I'm sure I enjoyed jumping onto the parent's bed and asked for cuddling. But given a choice, I prefer to hug a bolster instead. And I mean a pillow bolster, not a human bolster. And by that, I don't mean I don't like cuddling. I just don't fancy cuddle to sleep. *LOL*

Now, like I said, I like my space to be just for myself, alone. I don't recall myself rolling over and over when I sleep. But I did have the history of waking up with my head on the other side of the bed when I was younger. As I grew older, I find that if I'm really tired, I could sleep like a log for the whole night. Seriously.

So anyway, I woke up the other day as usual, eyes half closed. It was just 10 minutes past 7a.m.. KW was all ready and getting dressed, while YL the avid sleeper, as expected still fast asleep. And erm, he's got his head on my pillow. I looked at him, then looked at KW on the other side of the room, then looked ahead blankly, then I looked at YL again. And I turned to KW's direction. Puzzled. Finally, I jerked up, turned my head to the sleeping YL, and turned staring blankly at the wall again. He did it again.

Then suddenly, I jumped on him. He opened his eyes abruptly and was about to shout in pain, as I was pretty sure I did hit the sensitive part. Before long, I found my hands choking his neck, screaming: DON'T YOU EVER SLEEP OVER TO MY SIDE OF THE BED!!! He coughed hard, and was attempting to free himself. KW rushed over and tried to pull me away from the bed-mate. When I finally let go, YL's face turned blue-ish.

Don't cross over the doted lines, or I'll strangle you!

*sniggering* Okay okay, I was just kidding... Did I get you? *LMAO*

I just woke up, get out of the bed, headed over to my study table, took a tablet of EnervonC, grabbed the towel, and headed to the shower. Typical school day.

We just laughed at YL for the whole morning. It's bad enough for him already. *sniggering*