My 98th post on my xperia play since I first downloaded this notes app. Loving it since day 1, right now, it holds treasures, slightly less value than my blog, but hey, it is significant enough. Not too sure if it's taking up huge storage off my cell phone or not. Fingers crossed it doesn't. :)

Its a good day today. A good Friday to be exact. Feeling carefree for abit, despite knowing there is a pile of chores and assignments waiting for me to do them. Mmeehhh. I need a day off, today, it would be that one day.

Now, I shall continue with my ramblings. Grr.

This would be my very first time living with strangers and eventually, I had to learn 'housemate' or 'flatmates' ethics. There is NO WAY where two or more people living under the sane roof, agree with every single thing you do. There is bound to have AT LEAST ONE matter that the others would not like of you, and something about others that you just can't seem to comprehend.

My case would be the fact that one of my housemate communicates with the rest of us using post-its. Initially I thought it was a polite thing to do, trying to avoid conflicts and all. But who puts a set of house keys attached to the bottom corner of your room's door, with an attached post-it on it. I swear if I had not sat on the floor right after I entered my room, I would have been to blind to see it.

Then I have a pair of best friends as my housemates too. What ticks me off about them is that they never clean up after they were done with the kitchen. The dumb me for cooking after them, have to figure out how to wash my own kitchen utensils when they dump everything into the sink. They freggin clog up the whole sink with their stuff and I barely have space to wash my pan. A basin that is split into TWO, one is just the right size for ONE pan, they put their stuff into both of it. 'Why not take it out and put it elsewhere to make space for yourself?', I dont know what they do, but the counter is forever full of their stuff. Mind you, I barely have space to dry my own plates and pans and stuff. I have to squeeze between that small area between the coffee maker and microwave to let my things dry there. Then some bitch would use the coffee mixer and I will find coffee stains on my already washed and dried plates and bowls.

I also have barely enough space to put anything in the freezer. They put bread and chocolates into the freezer. I could only manage to squeeze a small space to put my meat and my seafood.

Pretty sure they don't like me hogging half of the vege compartment in the fridge. I buy too much vege and I kept storing them.

There is this one Pepsi bottle in my fridge compartment. No clue whose that is, but it is definitely raking up some of my fridge space.

I keep my dry food in my room, so that's fine.

No clue why the washing machine leaves yellow mushy stuff on my clothes after washing. Had to wash twice.

Just last night, one of the housemates came and knocked on my room door, asking me to tone down with my noise. I was gaming. HAHA! I admit I was being a little too noisy then, but they weren't sleeping yet, so I went ahead with the noise, until she knocked on my door that is. There was once I was blasting music from my laptop a little too loud, and she was watching tv in the living room. I swear the sound here travels in an amplified manner. I can barely make any noise. :( sucks.

They hog the living room though. Never really felt right to join them there as it feels like I am an intruder to their lives. The living room is like the place where I see or hear them the most. They have so much to talk about every single day. I don't even understand why is there so much for them to talk about everyday like that. Initially I was.intrigued, trying to listen to get myself acquainted with them, but I got lazy. They have got too much to talk, I rather lie down in my room and just chill. The sofa is really comfy though. :O

They made quite a lot of noise sometimes too. But I am alright with noise, not too much on the kitchen hogging part though. I need my space. :/ Well, I never complained to them about anything at all. I just accept it that I am the stranger to the house and I am being the ignorant and selfish one, so I'll just listen. No point telling them off, really.

Yeah. I still feel like the stranger here, but I like my room. Feels like my sanctuary. Could do whatever I wanna do. Singing is an exception. :( damnit. Owh well. All is well, all is well. :)