Ahah....

I can’t even think straight right now. I am that sleepy and it’s because of a dumb movie on Astro that I insisted on watching all by myself until 1 am. Yawn!

Anyway, the weekend was quite a relaxing one. I spent the whole Saturday cleaning the upper floor and washing my clothes. I was alone the whole day and half of Sunday. It was good to have the whole house to myself without any of the other renters; if there is such a word.

I really wish I would soon have a house all to myself and my (hopefully soon) future family. I hate sharing the house, not because I hate sharing, but it’s because the housemates are constantly getting on my nerves with their senselessness. The whole two days I was conjuring up the image of my future house. It doesn’t really need to be a posh apartment in the middle of a township or a country cottage with picket fences. As long as it is clean and good enough for two, I’m all game for it.

I want to have a complete kitchen with a stove that’s constantly warm. I want the oven teem with wonderful aromas during the weekend. I want to cook and feed my, again hopefully soon, future family. I want to scrub and clean until the pots and pans gleam. Okay okay, I’m getting too carried away. Forget the gleaming part.

The thing is, I’m really craving for a house to call my own. Something that I don’t have to share with others, something I feel safe in. I don’t want to be constantly living in fear that someone in the house brings in another to the house in the name of friendship, and that friend has darting eyes and which you feel like puking right on the face.

I hate sharing bathrooms, especially if uninvited guests use it as well. Why? Because I wash it every weekend, down on all fours, scrubbing the floor with a wire brush and someone else happily messes it up and never bothers cleaning.

I hate people telling me what to do, especially when it is done to impress others. Once in a blue moon, someone starts cleaning and tells me to move this and that out of the way while they collect every single rubbish in the neighborhood and put them in the house. I hate people telling me to finish up the food in the fridge while their own foodstuff has moulds growing on it and the green fruits all black and soggy. I’m not exaggerating. I hate it when things that I buy get eaten up. Hate it, hate it, and hate it! Not that I mind people eating it, but it’s basic courtesy to ask first rather than gobbling it all up without a care. I hate it when people ask me how I feel and become all quiet and offended when I tell the truth.

I hate going into the kitchen because even the cabinets are so dirty, I have to use newspapers as a base for everything. Every utensil, I wash twice. I’m not someone who is so obsessed with cleanliness. No, please, I’m not Monica in F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I just feel there’s some basic hygiene code that people should adhere too.

Have u ever seen a four-month old baby’s milk bottle kept in the bathroom sink? Or the wire thingy that people use to clean the milk bottle left hanging on the bathroom mirror, with hair coating it? My mum would have a fit. Our milk bottles and all the milk bottle cleaning utensils were “boiled” every single feeding time to make sure it’s sterile.

Ugh…Bad luck seems to follow me around all the time. The last time I had peace in my own house but my work place sucked. Now, vice versa.

Good thing is my office feels so good, I would probably pitch a tent here soon =P.

I just need a place to call my own and still praying that that day will come soon. Very soon!

Now the real reason why I’m so pissed off is because earlier someone in the house brought a friend A to stay for a few weeks because A just shifted to KL and didn’t have a place to stay. Weeks became months and A was enjoying the courtesy stay, used the house phone, watched TV all day long, took long oil baths during weekends and annoyed me like hell, especially when the bathroom was occupied in the mornings for so damn long and left greasy and oily and stinky. Then, finally A got a room in some hell and moved out. Now, someone in the house again came to me and said, A’s room in hell is smelly so A wants to come to the house once in a while and stay. Which means, once in a while when I open the house door and I see A’s shitty face in the living room, I’m supposed to be perfectly fine with it. And when I said no, someone got all quiet and offended. Ugh! I swear if I see A’s face in the house again, I might just throw my shoe at that annoying face. A seriously has no brains or civic consciousness.

Now you believe me when I said the weekend was so peaceful without anyone in the house. The funny thing is I’m no longer sleepy after writing this, =P.

P/s: Met Vicky today :- ) and team building this Friday and Saturday. So excited!!!