Awkward palm tree.

I can do just fine with text that is, you know, books and stuff. But when it comes to conversational nuances, I have NO CLUE what I’m doing.

I usually take things the worst way possible. To me they sound threatening/mean/sarcastic or meant to make a stab at a particular thing I do, while in fact it’s just a saying. Or something.

Emotions also never work out for me. Someone says something that is meant to mean something and it flies right over my head. Or someone says something entirely meaningless and I take it to heart. =.=

I’m so helpless

“Luv you”. Via Whatsapp. For the first time.

What. The fuck. Am I supposed to do with that?

What I did in practice, was to send an OMG SOS HELP ME WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN message to my poor, poor guy friend who happened to be online at the time. So to get it he asked for the whole background story. And if you’ve ever read my Tumblr, you KNOW I don’t know how to make stories short. I try. But it doesn’t work.

So I did, and he helped me quick to word a very diplomatic could-be-read-either-way reply. Now I am calm. I’m not. But relative to the massive freak out (because I didn’t know what was meant, nothing else), I am very, very calm.

:)

My grandmother’s neighbours (whose internet was always better, I must admit ;P ) forgot to pay their bill apparently.

God. How irresponsible. Don’t they know there are other people using that? People who have some very important stalking to do? Pfft. xD

Hey, there’s no password on it so…

What are you, 11 year old girls on myspace?

Seriously.

Conversation with any given extended family member:

“I don’t like it so much there.”

“But it’s your home country!”

DOESN’T FUCKING MEAN I HAVE TO PRETEND IT’S THE GREATEST PLACE IN THE WORLD. Gah! I like Thailand better. Bangkok is (was, less so now- home is where the heart is and that) my home. I will say it again. Bangkok is my home.

Even if I call Israel more my home than Bangkok now - it’s not because it’s great. It has still has the same flaws and what not and I still prefer the lifestyle in Bangkok. It’s just that my Person lives there, and that makes all the difference in the world.

Edit: don’t get me wrong, even excluding that factor I’ve met some amazing people in Israel and there ARE good things for me there. And I DO really want to get back soon (like I said - Person makes all the difference). I’m just sayin’ though.

Because my ex-teacher showed it to the class (it’s fucking beautiful ok) as an example.

I’m not giving you my coursework. I put so much effort into that fine piece of tree-waste (a 7. You know what’s a 7 in HL Geo CW? It’s a fucking miracle), and I’m sorry but I don’t want anyone else taking credit for it. Sure, I’ll help and all, but you’re not getting the file.

Plus, I hate fake-y people who say ‘like’ too much.

I want to say home, but that slightly off. I don’t feel home proper anywhere these days. It’s a very confusing feeling, I’m here and it’s like nothing changed, but so much has.

My mum said she feels that I’m not the same person that left here.

I am. A much less happy-happy-skipping-around version of the same person, but the same person all right. Same belief system, same priorities. Same flaws and virtues. Maybe with slightly less faith in humanity, but it’s not like I had much to begin with. And much more fed up with hypocrisy and trying to please people.

I think she just won’t face the fact that they didn’t know me all that well before I left.

Before I moved here, when I lived in eternal summer aka Bangkok, I kept wishing for winter. So I could wear boots and long stuff and yay. And everyone kept saying how I would regret wishing for winter. And I thought I’d prove them wrong. Now that I actually met winter (hello, long time no see, how have you been? Yeah? Me good too thank you), I tried to like it. I really did. But I’m sorry, I HATE IT. Because, here is a list of things I forgot about winter:

• Hot water is not a given.
• Getting out of bed in the morning sucks 10 times worse.
• Walking barefoot is not fun.
• If you want to leave the house for a minute (like, oh, I don’t know, just take out the trash or something) you have to wear the many layers. That takes time.
• People take much more space in winter with all these layers. Especially an issue on buses and trains. Where I spend a fair bit of time.
• Laundry won’t. Fucking. Dry. And when it does, it still feels cold ‘cause it’s wet.
• My skin, on the other hand, won’t be anything but dry.

And worse of all:

• It takes away from the simple pleasure of looking in the fridge just for the sake of looking in the fridge. You know, while you study. Because, it’s cold in the fridge. I don’t want to open the fridge, I’m cold enough as it is. But I want to open the fridge. Meh.

/rant.

I was watching Spain-Paraguay on a paid online Israeli TV thing, because it gets Hebrew commentary.

Then that died so I tried the normal Thai TV. Better no (understandable) commentary than no game at all! But it was raining, so there was no signal.

So I wrote to the online TV tech support guy, who needed my PIN to fix my problem (it said no credit left, whereas 10 minutes before that it said 26 days left). I didn’t have my PIN. So he couldn’t help me, but I suspect he felt sorry for me because after that a 1-day subscription (which isn’t actually possible to buy) magically appeared, so I could continue watching.

BY THE TIME I GOT BACK TO THE TV THE ONE AND ONLY (also very beautiful) GOAL IN THE GAME WAS SCORED AND EVEN THE REPLAYS (and dumb looking slow-mo shots of fans) WERE OVER.

I couldn’t even scream because everyone else are asleep.

/rant.

Well, at least both Germany and Spain won today. Good night.