Whinge-la

OKay, this is going to be a gripe, because, damnit, I feel like it. And it's my blog, so if you don't like it... well... come back in a few days, I might be less grumpy.

Ugh. I am so SICK of being hit on, especially when neither the hitter nor the hittee have sufficient language skills to communicate clearly. The internet dude is PISSING me off, but the net here is cheap and relatively quick and its close to home. But he will not BACK OFF about coming to my house, and last night apparently he went to the school to look for me. What part of NO (or TIDAK) does he not understand?

Also, last night I met the fiancee of one of the previous teachers. He has good English, seems nice enough, asked if I wanted to grab dinner on Saturday- but advocated very strongly this was not a date. So I said ok, but now he's called the house today (of course he has the number, because his fiancee lived here) and is asking if I want to get breakfast. No. Go away.

Ugh (again), due to the heat here I am producing SO much oil, I am considering barrelling it and selling it to the Australian government. Yuk, I have to wash my face at least twice a day with oil control face wash. I hate pimples. Gross.

Today I feel sick (not just because I have been thinking about pimples). I don't know why, I didn't eat anything dodgy yesterday- in fact I ate in the fanciest place I've visited since leaving Australia. My conversation class went out for dinner for class, and one of the students (a well off older man) insisted on paying for everyone. But I couldn't lie on my tummy last night, and I still feel queasy now :(

And I hurt. While at first it seemed the heat here was better for my geriatric joints (knees, ankles, hips, shoulders and jaw all ache regularly. sook), this is countered by having to walk everywhere, a million bloody steps and cursed squat toilets. My knees are aching a lot more than they were in Aus. So after this I am going to the pool, and hopefully that will stretch my poor tense muscles.

And I'm tired, for some reason I couldn't sleep. Grump grump grump. I want to go home, and, I don't know, eat breakfast cereal or something, with real milk not UHT, and watch English language TV.

Actually, I really miss crappy Australian TV. I miss sitcoms and dramas where I understand the plotline. Just to prove my emotional stability has been reduced to that of a fifteen year old, yesterday I was listening to the OC soundtrack, and realised that it had soundbites from the series on one of the songs. I was having flashbacks to emotional bits of OC episodes and and almost cried. Loser :) I will justify this by saying it's not just the high emotional tension of the OC that caused my watery eyes, but also because an obsession with the OC was something I shared with Nick, Lisa, Caroline, Shannon and Robbie. Also because it reminds me of teaching in Aus, and weaving plotlines of the OC into spelling tests. And also because Mischa Barton reminds me a lot of my cousin, Rhiannon. And I miss people.

OK. So here's your cue to tell me to buck up- less than four weeks til I'm home. And to accept the male attention as flattering, rather than intrusive, advantageous and frustrating. And to remember that I'm in a cool place, and at least I am not working a job I hate. And that I'll probably miss it all when I come home. Or at the very least, leave me a comment so I know people are still thinking about me!