i feel like complaining today.

they said that you get all your freedom when you are living away from your home, your family. and i suppose that is right. i sleep when i please and i eat when i want to. i don’t even have to clean the goddamn dishes since i came here because there’s the dishwashing machine to do that job.

you pay 200 bucks a week and they give you a room and 3 meals. they even do your laundry for you if you them to. i don’t have to do anything at all. need not to cook, need not to clean, need not to do any household chores. i am living the princess’ life.

it does sound good, doesn’t it? so why am i complaining then? well, i hate the fact i have to socialize with my homestay folks.

before you start lashing out at me and call me an anti social, a spoilt child. please understand that you can leave this page whenever you want. i am just a human and i complain.

the etiquette of socializing: you say ‘hello’ and fake a little smile. but when the dinner table gets too quiet, you feel like you have to say something. you talk about the movie last night, your dentist appointment… yaddayadda. once meal’s finished, everyone’s gone. the mom clears the table, the daughter takes her cigarette break and the dad has the remote control permanently stick onto his palm; watching rugby. and i, retreat back to my bedroom.

i basically have nothing to do after dinner but wait until 9pm – the crucial time. rule number one: you do not use the internet before 9. Rule number two: you DO NOT use the internet BEFORE 9. sometimes I just don’t fucking care and use it anyway..; then you heard heavy footsteps coming from the hallway. Uh-oh.

“ JINNY!! How many times do I have to tell you?!! DO NOT USE INTERNET BEFORE 9!!” *slams door* *mumbles mumbles* faintly heard “ for fuck’s sake, she never listens...”oh well. Tough. I have no life. My life is the internet.

so plan B:
I talk on the phone right after dinner and ramble on until 9pm so I can use the internet right after.but that’s not very clever either. Your juicy conversation about that hot guy will be cut amidst countless times because of the noise made by the phone being picked up at the other line. Another person, whoever he is, he wants to use it desperately.and i am a bad person. I usually just ignore it and continue chatting on UNTIL “sorry jinny, are you gonna be long? I need to make a phone call.” Then very unwillingly, I hang up, crossing my fingers that he will not be on the phone too long because I WANT to use the internet. And I will be sitting beside the phone repeating the act of pick-up at the other line. Most of the time, I dozed off waiting for the call to end. I suppose revenge must be sweet for that person. “hah! Take this. Im gonna make you wait too.”

Then the endless bathroom queue. Theres only one bathroom in the house and 5 people wanting to use it every morning at 7.you literally have to fight each other to get into the bathroom first. No one wants to be late and no one wants to wake up any earlier than 7.

Then the pantry. I loved it. Its always filled with food. In fact, its always fill with chips. And chips only. I am loving it for the first month then I cant stand it anymore because im piling up weight with my face forever stuff inside packets of twisties.

Everywhere I look is chips, chocolate, lollies and cheese. Not forgetting to mention the bottles of juice I drink ever so often that contribute to my flabs.

Perhaps I need a little bit more of self-control rather than keep blaming them. But I had a fed up day of doing too many stats questions and just got another round of “ do not use the internet before 9” lecture, I feel like bitching.

And now, I feel better already.