Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I wonder...

Here goes the owner of the blog again after having a hibernate session for almost 2 months, I suppose? I got a couple things to say about how it feels living in a strange place (for me) good for three people inside including me -- so the two others are my roommates. My room is neither big nor small, it is comfortable for one person with a single bed and a pretty large desk to study and put unimportant stuff like perfumes, books, dictionaries, cds, candies and all. I have a black bookcase at the corner, bought that with Deo last time after his visit. Overall, it's well decorated (at least for me) yet a bit messy but I like it, really. There's only one thing I hate living in Perth, Australia. I bloody hate the environment. I hate most of the people here and I never know how to start a conversation, to be the worst part. They make things as a big deal, they "re-create" stories, they talk about someone behind that someone. This is very typical I know. I'm not being a hypocrite here, I love talking about other people when there's something interesting about them OR I bloody hate them, indeed. I hate the fact that only 5% of them are friendly, as in really friendly to me. I hate the fact that they consider me as a 18 year-old girl who doesn't know how to deal with something. I hate the fact when they actually ask for my advice but end up by saying "that's not true!", what's the point of that mister/madame? Am I that stupid? Do you think I'm childish? I wonder if that holds true.

Even if they (apparently) hear me talking about them, it doesn't mean I hate them. It is me, who loves complaining at every single thing to someone I trust the most. I would never never never ever be friend with someone I hate, except the fact that she doesn't know I hate her so I can't do anything but stay calm whenever we meet. Why would you keep it yourself if you hate someone or temporarily don't wanna talk to them? Tell them what's wrong. Tell them that you heard something. I wonder if that really happens.

The thing is, I hate to be in here and I miss my old friends. They're a bloody good hang and I bloody need them back..

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