Shu-Nam Kwok was a wierd roommate

Let's call him Shu-Nam. I met him while teaching an acting class. He was assigned to me as my assistant. We seemed to get along well, and one day he said he had a new house and needed tenants ASAP in order to pay for it. Well, look here, me living on my brother's couch. I was about to say yes when my gut suddenly lurched and intuition screeched "Noooooo DO NOT DO IT." Naturally I overrode it.

I moved in. At first Shu-Nam was really cool, but over the course of days he starts to tell me his story. Turns out he's a Paxil addict who just got off him meds; he's bipolar; and he may have schizophrenia. I'm too nice, and I figure we all have problems, so I figure this is no big deal. Well, time passes...

Shu-Nam knew when our acting workshop coordinator told him that I was a filmmaker and had a small film company. Well, before too much longer, he decides my company is his company, we are going to shoot only his projects now - which means instead of shooting the pictures I want to shoot, I am now only making Japanese anime about boys bonking boys; I am going to star his super number one idol pop star Jonathan Davis from Korn in a television series I'm working on, and let him even score the soundtrack because he wants to marry him, despite the fact that he is already married; he decides to name my company and tells me it will be named Androphonos Media or Eriboea Media because my company must be consecrated to him favorite Greek goddess, Aphrodite... I ask why... he says, "because we're both Libras and Libra is ruled by Aphrodite! Tee hee!"; he comes upstairs bringing me this really amateur short story of his I am to re-write into a screenplay so WE can sell it and then WE can both start OUR company.  And when I told him I was doing none of the above things...he turned psycho.

Suddenly he skulks around the house like a scared, wounded person, staring at me with peering, weird eyes, avoiding me (which was good until it stopped), and acting like I have a mental problem he's afraid of. he starts calling me "*****" as my first name, as in "so and so and so and so, *****" and "so and so and so, *****, YO"; he talks abstractly about people doing what he tells them to or they will get kicked out of "my house", as he put it; he then reveals to me he sleeps in him bed at night with a Japanese katana sword, he has katana swords all over the house, even on the kitchen counter in the way of where cooking could be done; he moves in a weird, always-agitated Filipino hacker dude who's known to steal stuff, and he moves in his cat, which he locks in a closet, which causes it to wail all hours of the day and night (meanwhile I was not permitted to have a cat; nutball is "allergic" to them, I was told - hmmm); and the coup de grace, one day I come home from work, to find him SPOOKED. I ask him what's up, and he says, "I see little dolls that are alive. there's one on the stairs right now. he's evil, he looks like a miniature girl, and he sits there staring at me, while swinging his legs. Look at him! he's there right now!"  Naturally there's nothing there. It doesn't EXIST~

Shu-Nam proceeds to tell me he sees evil dolls around him like this all the time; that the dolls in his bedroom on his shelf occasionally turn and look at him; that his radio comes on all by itself and won't I look at it please? And that Japanese anime characters are real people.  Hmm.

The final straw came one Saturday when I saw he had a package on the doorstep, and brought it in. The night before, he had telephoned hysterical because his car had a flat in the middle of nowhere and wanted me to come help him, which I did. Keep this in mind because of what happens next. I took his package to his closed bedroom door and knocked lightly to tell him he had a package. This cave ***** abruptly shoots back, "I'm busy. What do you WANT."

After waking me up near midnight to go fix his freaking car!

I wrote him a note telling him I was done with his rude behind and I was moving out at the end of September. Then I went to work. While at work I get hysterical calls from him on my cell phone. I switch them off and put him on ignore. he is waiting for me when I come home! The moment I came in and he heard the door, out he came banging from him room acting like I had stabbed him in the chest. Mewling little eyes and face; cute little voice; harmless little act. Why am I upset with him because he is just B-L-I-N-D-S-I-D-E-D by that letter to him.

I told him to bring it up later, I didn't want to see him right then. In my room I wrote a detailed letter telling him everything you just read above this. I also said I was sick of anime, and even though I liked the transformers, I didn't shove transformers down his throat all the time like he did to me with anime porn. he came upstairs and said, "I would like to disprove everything you said in this letter point by point." he sits down, starts the waterworks (which I saw as extremely manipulative - btw, it didn't work) and denies everything in the letter, makes it sound like I'm the jerk for leaving, tells me I have to let him call me "*****" because "it turns him on when he calls people *****" (???), and that basically I need to put up or shut up, and that I'm being unreasonable. he lies about EVERYTHING he's ever done, then suddenly goes off on this ten-minute rant about the transformers! "I did watch the transformers as a kid!" he wails. "I do know something about the transformers! You lie!"

Meanwhile I am thinking... displaced reality... is he not aware what this discussion is about...? Is this freak a wackjob...?

he tops it off by sniveling, at the end, "... I think I might be schizophrenic."  (he "thinks"????)

I patronized and comforted him to get him the hell out of my room, and since then, he's colluded real tight with Filipino hacker. The two of them sit up laughing together all night (really FAKE laughter) like they've been best friends for eleven years, and this I think is supposed to make me feel "left out". They both are rude to me and ignore me as I pass thru, but I ignore them right back, stay polite, and stay away from them. I am moving out in a few days, but he had to get his last little jab in...

he came bringing me back some books I'd lent him, and gave me a terse little note saying that "since" I felt things were not working out, and I do not pay rent on time (a lie), I am "ordered to vacate the premises" of his house on October 2nd, and at the bottom of the letter he warned me not to steal his broadband internet which comes with the rent. As if I want it?

I've seen some real crazy roommate stories, but I think my former roommate Shu-Nam takes the complete cake. he needs to be in a rubber room with people talking very softly to him. That way his friend the little doll will not be disturbed. I hope whoever considers his place and plans to move in as his tenant READS THIS FIRST.

Do not move in with this basket case. I repeat, do not!