The car broke down on Wednesday in the middle of a highway to my Gramps' place. This happened in the time of 0900, which was relatively busy. I freaked out, and so was K. Later in the afternoon, she and my big bro drove the car to get it fixed, only to have it acted funny on them. This is where I left the story last time.
Anyway, the duo were wating for the tow truck to arrive. K told me this later- the car restarted in the neck of time, and so they cancelled the tow truck service to evade paying them eighty bucks. THey resumed their trip to the car dealer, and it was there that they learned about the problem. It turned out, the car's base of the pump was covered with dried oil, and it couldn't transfer the petrol from the tank to the engine. They left the car there overnight, and they came home with the car dealer.
Now we got the car back and it is working fine. But there is some unease sentiment toward driving the car. Now I had to have a phone with me whenever inside the car, just for precaution. However, despite the car dealer's reassurances about the vehicle, K still wants it to double checked. She will go to a mechanic on Monday to get another reassurance. It would cost obviously, but I think it's be the best for the safety of the family.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Survivor HvV e03
Oh shoot. Randy's gone, which means that the list of the booted players and winner is true. That would make me hate the season because I don't like the play who will eventuate the winning. That sucks.
I was saddened to see the old fella leave the game. In his previews, he was acknowledging his advantage going into the game, which was he was no threat to anybody, and he further told us that his strategy would be going under the radar to capitalise on the fact that the villains would want to traget more threatening players. I thought what he said was spot on and, seeing how he could mesh with the tribemates of Gabon, it looked like he was one of those people you could bet to make far into the game. Apparently it just wasn't so.
In his after the boot interviews, Randy revealed that the fact he wasn't in the main clique which was his downfall. He went on to elaborate that the girls on his tribe were connecting with him, so they were targeting him mostly for this reason, other than the implications left by the editors to suggest he left for his agile physicality. I was bummed to learn about his elimination, more so becasue the leaked bootlist didn't seem to be true.
I was saddened to see the old fella leave the game. In his previews, he was acknowledging his advantage going into the game, which was he was no threat to anybody, and he further told us that his strategy would be going under the radar to capitalise on the fact that the villains would want to traget more threatening players. I thought what he said was spot on and, seeing how he could mesh with the tribemates of Gabon, it looked like he was one of those people you could bet to make far into the game. Apparently it just wasn't so.
In his after the boot interviews, Randy revealed that the fact he wasn't in the main clique which was his downfall. He went on to elaborate that the girls on his tribe were connecting with him, so they were targeting him mostly for this reason, other than the implications left by the editors to suggest he left for his agile physicality. I was bummed to learn about his elimination, more so becasue the leaked bootlist didn't seem to be true.
K's Outburst
I often would be angry at myself when I don't do my job properly. This includes the job description of parenting the children. This morning I woke up alarmingly late because I couldn't bring myself up in the early morning. My mind immediately thought of the kids' homework, in which they were supposed to do as part of their daily routine. I didn't bother to check on them in the week, and at the time I had a realisation about my absent mind. I then asked K if the kids, in particular the boy, had any work to do. Of course, she didn't know and was mouthing off about the parents themselves should have made effort to help with this such work. In the true sense of these douche bags, there wasn't any aid to accompany this relieve as I found out that the kids hadn't done it, especially the boy for his blank pages on his workbook.
I organised the routine to which the kids were following before they could be off to their Saturday afternoon school. Ju, having done some of the work load, easily finished in the neck of time. THe boy was, however, in constant reminder by me and K to focus on his work. Many attempts to get him do something were made, and they were to some extent successful and some weren't so much. K was melodramatic and had busted her angry and fustration onto the boy, who, by the final minutes to schooling, was still imcomplete with the homework. I chided in about her behaviour and got the kids prepared by dressing them. His workbook wasn't finished still, but it was the case of too little too late. K drove the kids to school, eyes all watery. I didn't want to make a scene, but I was quite displeased by her sobbing. Then again, she's really that sensitive to things that are out of her control, including today's event.
The following events were normal. K later told me the fact she fussed earlier was due to her mood in the morning. She was having this clear minded morning, and was therefore in elation. When the lapse occurred, she had felt the change was too much ungratifying to not be angry at the boy. I just listened of course. She was right that her frustration was never anything intentional toward the boy. This was one of the times when life's bloody moments suck you in with the tightest grip to make you feel less human. She was merely responsive to it.
I felt these feelings too whenever I couldn't prioritise myself to get the children to behave more functionally. I do give outbursts when theydon't make effect to listen. So her lapse today was nothing of her own fault. These emotions will turn to guilt, and by having guilt in your conscience will only make you weaker. All we can do now is look forward to tomorrow and do our best to avoid the similar ocurrence.
I organised the routine to which the kids were following before they could be off to their Saturday afternoon school. Ju, having done some of the work load, easily finished in the neck of time. THe boy was, however, in constant reminder by me and K to focus on his work. Many attempts to get him do something were made, and they were to some extent successful and some weren't so much. K was melodramatic and had busted her angry and fustration onto the boy, who, by the final minutes to schooling, was still imcomplete with the homework. I chided in about her behaviour and got the kids prepared by dressing them. His workbook wasn't finished still, but it was the case of too little too late. K drove the kids to school, eyes all watery. I didn't want to make a scene, but I was quite displeased by her sobbing. Then again, she's really that sensitive to things that are out of her control, including today's event.
The following events were normal. K later told me the fact she fussed earlier was due to her mood in the morning. She was having this clear minded morning, and was therefore in elation. When the lapse occurred, she had felt the change was too much ungratifying to not be angry at the boy. I just listened of course. She was right that her frustration was never anything intentional toward the boy. This was one of the times when life's bloody moments suck you in with the tightest grip to make you feel less human. She was merely responsive to it.
I felt these feelings too whenever I couldn't prioritise myself to get the children to behave more functionally. I do give outbursts when theydon't make effect to listen. So her lapse today was nothing of her own fault. These emotions will turn to guilt, and by having guilt in your conscience will only make you weaker. All we can do now is look forward to tomorrow and do our best to avoid the similar ocurrence.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Broke Down Car
This morning, like the previous two mornings, K decided to go to Gramps' place to check how she went with the kids. The twins started school last week, and Gramps is their caretaker, and had to ensure their safety on their journey to go to school. Gramps' own safety, however, as usual, was overlooked. Gramps said the other day that it took her two hours to get home after dropping the kids off at school, as she was lost in the many road ways. K, hearing this, decided it was best for us to check on her every morning to ensure this doesn't repeat, as her physicality is not as strong as when she was a young spring chicken.
Anyway, this morning at the time of 8.45pm after we had dropped off our own little monkeys, we headed there. By midway through, the car began producing this sound, which caught K's and my attention. As I had heard this sort of noise before, I didn't make much fuss over it. K was also on the same boat. This, however turned to be a warning for future trouble. The car came to a red light, K had lessened the accellerator and haulted for the stop. It turned out, the car had completely gone dead. We couldn't start up the engine again. It had me worried because we were in the middle of a busy road. K had tried and tried to make the engine to restart, but it was to no avail. I made the call to my big bro who lives thirty minutes away. He came immediately.
We waited and waited, in the while wondering what the bloody hell had happened to the car. K blamed it on the Toyota company as they were in this big recall mess currently. My bro came and he made calls to towing companies to see which was the cheapest and hired them to come get the sickling car. By around 10am, big bro tried to fix it by recharging the battery of K's car with adatpors. It worked when the car was able to make its usual roaring noise whenever its engines starts. Big bro rang the towing company to cancel their trip. So that was the end of that, you'd think? Then we drove to find new batteries, and the car, once again "died". It stopped but this time K had the little push in the car to get it out of the highway and onto this entrance way to shops. It was embarrassing as passer-cars drove by staring at us. The people who wanted to get in to the shops were signalled by K to navigate around us to get through. It lasted around ten minutes when this lady came to help. We pushed the car to the parking lot and had the engine fired up again by way of the adaptor. Big bro then came to see the problem and made us go home.
That was not where the adventurous morning had concluded. The car suddenly stopped again in, this time right in the heart of the busy road where many cars were beepiings us. Big bro was driving behind this time round and had it started. This stop and retart routine was done twice more after that, until we got to the Repco store. We bought a new battery and changed it there. The car began to behave normally finally. K told me she'a now afraid to drive the car after this nerve-wracking experience. I replied saying that mum's car, which was way older and more insecure by the loud noise it always made when accellerating, was alot better than this so-called new generation of cars. We got home in the end, thank goodness.
I just received a call from K just now that the car misbehaved yet again, as it stopped on her way to the mechanic. K informed me that the tow truck is coming to get her and big bro. Let's just hope that'll be the last time it'll do that.
Anyway, this morning at the time of 8.45pm after we had dropped off our own little monkeys, we headed there. By midway through, the car began producing this sound, which caught K's and my attention. As I had heard this sort of noise before, I didn't make much fuss over it. K was also on the same boat. This, however turned to be a warning for future trouble. The car came to a red light, K had lessened the accellerator and haulted for the stop. It turned out, the car had completely gone dead. We couldn't start up the engine again. It had me worried because we were in the middle of a busy road. K had tried and tried to make the engine to restart, but it was to no avail. I made the call to my big bro who lives thirty minutes away. He came immediately.
We waited and waited, in the while wondering what the bloody hell had happened to the car. K blamed it on the Toyota company as they were in this big recall mess currently. My bro came and he made calls to towing companies to see which was the cheapest and hired them to come get the sickling car. By around 10am, big bro tried to fix it by recharging the battery of K's car with adatpors. It worked when the car was able to make its usual roaring noise whenever its engines starts. Big bro rang the towing company to cancel their trip. So that was the end of that, you'd think? Then we drove to find new batteries, and the car, once again "died". It stopped but this time K had the little push in the car to get it out of the highway and onto this entrance way to shops. It was embarrassing as passer-cars drove by staring at us. The people who wanted to get in to the shops were signalled by K to navigate around us to get through. It lasted around ten minutes when this lady came to help. We pushed the car to the parking lot and had the engine fired up again by way of the adaptor. Big bro then came to see the problem and made us go home.
That was not where the adventurous morning had concluded. The car suddenly stopped again in, this time right in the heart of the busy road where many cars were beepiings us. Big bro was driving behind this time round and had it started. This stop and retart routine was done twice more after that, until we got to the Repco store. We bought a new battery and changed it there. The car began to behave normally finally. K told me she'a now afraid to drive the car after this nerve-wracking experience. I replied saying that mum's car, which was way older and more insecure by the loud noise it always made when accellerating, was alot better than this so-called new generation of cars. We got home in the end, thank goodness.
I just received a call from K just now that the car misbehaved yet again, as it stopped on her way to the mechanic. K informed me that the tow truck is coming to get her and big bro. Let's just hope that'll be the last time it'll do that.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
This morning I woke up to the sound of K's voice telling Jord to hurry with his porridge. Obviously, I wanted to continue sleeping but the parent in me lifted my body to see what was happening. Ju, by around 8.15am, still hadn't eaten, which was usually the time we already got them to almost finished their meals. I rushed her with her preparations.
Anyway, this wasn't what the post is about. The parents who supposedly be so called, never have these concerns about their children, and yet, they are the most vocals of their children's livelihood. They would say, or imply, to get me or K have the kids fully fed, as if that is something hasn't occurred to me already. K shares the same view with me on this. We dislike the insinuation by their implications made to suggest we don't feed their children.
F!!
Anyway, this wasn't what the post is about. The parents who supposedly be so called, never have these concerns about their children, and yet, they are the most vocals of their children's livelihood. They would say, or imply, to get me or K have the kids fully fed, as if that is something hasn't occurred to me already. K shares the same view with me on this. We dislike the insinuation by their implications made to suggest we don't feed their children.
F!!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Survivor HvV e02
Just watched the second episode of the show on Youtube, and I am really disappointed at the outcome the ending had to offer. Stpehenie is the evictee of the night, and in my personal view, she didn't deserve to go this early.
Anyway, because of her elimination, I have a feeling the sneaked list showing the winner is true. It had Steph as their second person to leave, which it got right. I'll see if they will get another right, to safely say the list is indeed an actual bootlist. If it is true, I'm not going to like this season at all.
Anyway, because of her elimination, I have a feeling the sneaked list showing the winner is true. It had Steph as their second person to leave, which it got right. I'll see if they will get another right, to safely say the list is indeed an actual bootlist. If it is true, I'm not going to like this season at all.
Random Mess
I have been telling myself to be a better blogger, thus write more deeper stories and to have more frequent posts. I have failed on both fronts. There is no excuse for it and I think my blogging may be hitting that point where I don't have the desire to continue writing. I do hope it is an exception feeling for momentary.
Anyway, for the past week, it's been a trainwreck. Not that it was an aberration from my usual insanity. This week, in particular, was heart breaking since I was feeling the sentiment which most depressed people are replete with. My mind is playing this cruel game one night when I was having a nightmare about the situation in which I am stuck in the rut for a very long time. It showed that I was dying inside for the longevity in which my existance was absent in the real world. I can't stand to see that because I have always thought since the moment I could remember I existed that I want to become somebody great. Somebody, when I die, will be remembered in the history book. However, as time drags on, and my situation seems to be stationary for evermore, this nightmare is becoming more and more a reality.
I would often read people's blogs and see how they are with their lives. When I see how they get along with their lives, it is more evident that I can't be here any longer. The real sad thing is that I am powerless. There was one time I threatened to leave this place and that was the end of it. No change ensued.
I abhor this all shit.
Anyway, my big bro yesterday morning came to visit me. He told me about my mum seeing this fortune teller. The teller informed her that I will receive my case result back in the next 8-9 days. I am a heavy sceptic, but the fact that the teller made a clear deadline seems to be coincidental to what my lawyer had told me last month. I am still a non-believer, though. And oh, the teller didn't mention what the outcome was going to be.
Anyway, for the past week, it's been a trainwreck. Not that it was an aberration from my usual insanity. This week, in particular, was heart breaking since I was feeling the sentiment which most depressed people are replete with. My mind is playing this cruel game one night when I was having a nightmare about the situation in which I am stuck in the rut for a very long time. It showed that I was dying inside for the longevity in which my existance was absent in the real world. I can't stand to see that because I have always thought since the moment I could remember I existed that I want to become somebody great. Somebody, when I die, will be remembered in the history book. However, as time drags on, and my situation seems to be stationary for evermore, this nightmare is becoming more and more a reality.
I would often read people's blogs and see how they are with their lives. When I see how they get along with their lives, it is more evident that I can't be here any longer. The real sad thing is that I am powerless. There was one time I threatened to leave this place and that was the end of it. No change ensued.
I abhor this all shit.
Anyway, my big bro yesterday morning came to visit me. He told me about my mum seeing this fortune teller. The teller informed her that I will receive my case result back in the next 8-9 days. I am a heavy sceptic, but the fact that the teller made a clear deadline seems to be coincidental to what my lawyer had told me last month. I am still a non-believer, though. And oh, the teller didn't mention what the outcome was going to be.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
First Episode of Survivor HvV
The evictee is Sugar. Poor her for being the first one to get voted off. It is obviously the feeling all Survivors dread the most when they get on the show. For one, it's humiliating to be kicked out first. For another, your family and friends would constantly tease you about it. For Sugar, she had to face the thrilling of people who was on her initial season who hated her, would use this to strengthen their cases for not liking her. All well, atleast she tried.
Anyway, I read somewhere showing the leaks of the eventual winner. It also revealed the boot order from the first eliminated survivor to the winner. Sugar, being the first person who got kicked off, had validated the leaksfor me. It had Sugar as their the first boot, which they got right. I wanted to not believe it because it would mean the winner will be somebody I don't like. I want to see if the next boot is right, so then I will know for sure the leaks are confirmed.
Anyway, I read somewhere showing the leaks of the eventual winner. It also revealed the boot order from the first eliminated survivor to the winner. Sugar, being the first person who got kicked off, had validated the leaksfor me. It had Sugar as their the first boot, which they got right. I wanted to not believe it because it would mean the winner will be somebody I don't like. I want to see if the next boot is right, so then I will know for sure the leaks are confirmed.
CNY
Chinese New Year is today. It is also the day my little cousin Jord turns 6. The two coincide so beautifully that we're celebrating the occasions simultaneously. We'll be having a dinner party for the family and we'll be singing the happy birthday tone afterwards. Jord seemed to be excited about it this morning. He got up and began acting all funny. I was annoyed by this revelation because he was asking for presents before the day began. He was obnoxiously telling people about his big day, which I was strongly bothered by the sight of it. I told him off to little avail.
The afternoon was work and work. For me, it wasn't much so, but K was sharing a big shunk of load work. She said she didn't want me to tire myself for "them". The douche bag and his wife, in accompanyment with the kids, went home for the afternoon to pray for good luck for the coming year. It's the norm of how we celebrate this annual event. K seemed to be enjoying every minute of separation from the kids. She had been complimented upon by the customers about her presence which was self-reassuring. THe afternoon was nothing but joyous.
After work, we got to the warehouse store to get a present for Jord. WE already had one gift for him awhile back. It was a leftover gift that we had from Christmas. Now we needed one more for either of us to give to the boy. We got there and immediately found this toy tool set which was perfect since the boy liked that DIY thing. The price was reasonable as well. WHile there, I also bought myself a journal book. I wanted to keep track record of my daily life because I tend to forget. This way when I am older, it'd be neat to relive some moments that I would otherwise forget without the journal.
I know I am probably feminsing myself by having a journal, but look at most scientists. They have them too for reasons shared by me. They have them because they don't wish to precious thoughts, and so do I.
Moreover about the dinner party. It was small and yet intimate held by the continuing conversations. Uncle k and his family were present. Everybody was at the table consuming traditional Chinese meals. THe birthday celebration followed. Jord liked his presents but was forced to surrender one of his twin gifts to the twins when they cried out of jealousy. All in all, it was good.
The afternoon was work and work. For me, it wasn't much so, but K was sharing a big shunk of load work. She said she didn't want me to tire myself for "them". The douche bag and his wife, in accompanyment with the kids, went home for the afternoon to pray for good luck for the coming year. It's the norm of how we celebrate this annual event. K seemed to be enjoying every minute of separation from the kids. She had been complimented upon by the customers about her presence which was self-reassuring. THe afternoon was nothing but joyous.
After work, we got to the warehouse store to get a present for Jord. WE already had one gift for him awhile back. It was a leftover gift that we had from Christmas. Now we needed one more for either of us to give to the boy. We got there and immediately found this toy tool set which was perfect since the boy liked that DIY thing. The price was reasonable as well. WHile there, I also bought myself a journal book. I wanted to keep track record of my daily life because I tend to forget. This way when I am older, it'd be neat to relive some moments that I would otherwise forget without the journal.
I know I am probably feminsing myself by having a journal, but look at most scientists. They have them too for reasons shared by me. They have them because they don't wish to precious thoughts, and so do I.
Moreover about the dinner party. It was small and yet intimate held by the continuing conversations. Uncle k and his family were present. Everybody was at the table consuming traditional Chinese meals. THe birthday celebration followed. Jord liked his presents but was forced to surrender one of his twin gifts to the twins when they cried out of jealousy. All in all, it was good.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Survivor All-Stars II
Before we get to the latest edition of the popular reality show "Survivor", I want to make a few comments on the previous season. As the finale had showed, the winner of that season was the so called dumbass girl, Natalie. She beat the villain of all villains Russ in 7-2 victory at the final tribal coucil. My thought was it was spot on. I felt like she deserved it more because she was indeed playing a very socail and effective game to earn the title. Other people, however, did not feel the mutual sentiment. They ranted about the robbering of Russ' game. He was manipulative and devious in many ways, evident by the sock burning, the backstabbing, etc. Some of these nastiness weren't neccessary, and he should have toned down his condescending ways to get some votes. I wouldn't want to vote for him anyway for these reasons. It was just that his meanness outweighed the thought process to even comtemplate rewarding the title. I think the jurors made the right decision.
Now, onto the new edition of the franchise- Survivor 20. The contestants will be consisting of past players, with nine of whom are three time players. My thought about the cast is somewhat good. I didn't want to see people from later editions because it is too recent for me. However, with the cast like this I think it will a good season to watch.
The person I will bet to win for this season is Candice. My prediction is based on past experiences. On the first all star season, the girl whom most people didn't think deserved to get a second chance won that season. On Micronesia, a similar fate happened. So I think Candice, being that one undeserving second chance player and have some social and physical qualities in her, is going to reinforce that feat of female winners on all star editions.
THis is just the first thought from me about the season. There wil be more posts as the season premiers and porgresses. See if I'm right.
Now, onto the new edition of the franchise- Survivor 20. The contestants will be consisting of past players, with nine of whom are three time players. My thought about the cast is somewhat good. I didn't want to see people from later editions because it is too recent for me. However, with the cast like this I think it will a good season to watch.
The person I will bet to win for this season is Candice. My prediction is based on past experiences. On the first all star season, the girl whom most people didn't think deserved to get a second chance won that season. On Micronesia, a similar fate happened. So I think Candice, being that one undeserving second chance player and have some social and physical qualities in her, is going to reinforce that feat of female winners on all star editions.
THis is just the first thought from me about the season. There wil be more posts as the season premiers and porgresses. See if I'm right.
Plain
The due date was the 8th of February, 2010 which was yesterday. K had promised me that I would be moving out on that date, which it never occurred. It was late last month that K and I had this breakdown about our condition in this house. When in desperation came the promise. She had emailed our lawyer to see an update on our case. THey replied that they were (broken) promised they would let us know by the end of Jan. This had K promted to make the promise to me as she thought she would get the result back by yesterday. Obviously the promise made by the lawyer was false and this had led to me being stationed here longer. I don't blame K for it. It is not her choice to be made, anyway. She didn't put me here in the first place, so why does she need to deal with the consequences. If anything, my mum should be the one to blame. But I am the type to cry over spilt milk.
Other than the broken promise, there really isn't anything interesting to report. The children began school on the 2nd of this month. On the same as their first day, K and I had helped them sorting their stationaries. The amount accumulated over one hundred dollars for both. The kids seemed happy when they saw their school stuff.
Oh, one other thing. Ju went back to piano this past Thursday. K was pissed at that, and so was I!!
Other than the broken promise, there really isn't anything interesting to report. The children began school on the 2nd of this month. On the same as their first day, K and I had helped them sorting their stationaries. The amount accumulated over one hundred dollars for both. The kids seemed happy when they saw their school stuff.
Oh, one other thing. Ju went back to piano this past Thursday. K was pissed at that, and so was I!!
Monday, February 1, 2010
Birthday Party
It's 5.16am when I am beginning to write this blog post. I have the insomniac episode again. Lately, in the last week, it has been more frequent to get these attacks. I was going to sleep earlier than my usual time last night, hoping to get some goodnight sleep, but apparently as evident by my wake right now, it is not the case. Excuse me if I make mistakes, for it is really early.
Last Saturday, the 30th, the twins had their first NZ birthday. It was also their fifth birthday, the big milestone most parents would celebrate grandly as it is the transition from toddler to childhood. The twins did recieve their grand party to mark the occasion but the transition has to be postponed because they won't be going to school this year. Uncle wanted to have the party when he asked K to make the arrangement for a dinner party at this nearby restaurant earlier in the week. He went on to ask her to order a birthday cake as well. K did just all these. So when Saturday came, everything was ready. Everyone, including my bro and his wife, came to the dinner party where there were many dishes were served. I thought it was a good celebration as the two kids were so elated in the presents they were receving on the night and everyone else was having some fun. Therefore the night was a success, in my opinion.
The twins won't be going to school this year, as mentioned above, despite their age dictates they should be, is due to that uncle hasn't found a house to settle in, meaning the kids don't have where to go attend schooling. I was concerned about this scenario last year. With any window of opportunity to tell grams, who is the primary carer for the twins, I would take them, or at least let K do the talking. However, the answer always deflected the actual issue itself. Grams would be somewhat angry as she felt she was accused by us. For some reason, I suppose I was accusative of her but the blame truly lies upon the parents themselves. For starters, Grams wasn't and still isn't capable of managing the kids in the first place because of her age. So why is it her responsibilty to enroll the kids. Secondly, she was promised by uncle that he would find a replacement, so that Grams could go back to home. Obviously as all things had turned out, none of it was achieved. They always blamed their situation to the tie that they have to their business. I find this as an excuse. Nobody had asked them to buy the shop, and nobody had asked them to have kids either. It was THEIR choice to make, and they chose to have them at the same. Besides, some people could manage both if there was effort involved. I have seen it.
It is pointless now, since anything I said is just wind to their ears. The kids will not attend, but K and I have bought these preschool activity books, so we'll bring school to them. For the time being anyway.
There was one other thing worth mentioning. On the party night, the douche bag was behaving like his suggestive name. He was acting condescending to uncle. K had noticed it and so did I. I sensed it as early in the night when we all were having the cake. He didn't come out of his room, which I saw as a disrespect. K told me today if she hadn't stopped herself, that night could've been remembered as the night the douche bag was beaten by a girl. I laughed at that, questioning though what everyone would've thought of the pretentious event. Nonetheless, we kept the opinion to ourselves of course.
So all in all, the children were having a fun, and that is all it mattered on the night of their fifth birthday. Afterall, it was their party. Everyone else was just a catalyst to their big occasion. I hope good things will happen in the future for them. Now though, I should try to get some sleep because K and I will be off to work at the bakery today.
Last Saturday, the 30th, the twins had their first NZ birthday. It was also their fifth birthday, the big milestone most parents would celebrate grandly as it is the transition from toddler to childhood. The twins did recieve their grand party to mark the occasion but the transition has to be postponed because they won't be going to school this year. Uncle wanted to have the party when he asked K to make the arrangement for a dinner party at this nearby restaurant earlier in the week. He went on to ask her to order a birthday cake as well. K did just all these. So when Saturday came, everything was ready. Everyone, including my bro and his wife, came to the dinner party where there were many dishes were served. I thought it was a good celebration as the two kids were so elated in the presents they were receving on the night and everyone else was having some fun. Therefore the night was a success, in my opinion.
The twins won't be going to school this year, as mentioned above, despite their age dictates they should be, is due to that uncle hasn't found a house to settle in, meaning the kids don't have where to go attend schooling. I was concerned about this scenario last year. With any window of opportunity to tell grams, who is the primary carer for the twins, I would take them, or at least let K do the talking. However, the answer always deflected the actual issue itself. Grams would be somewhat angry as she felt she was accused by us. For some reason, I suppose I was accusative of her but the blame truly lies upon the parents themselves. For starters, Grams wasn't and still isn't capable of managing the kids in the first place because of her age. So why is it her responsibilty to enroll the kids. Secondly, she was promised by uncle that he would find a replacement, so that Grams could go back to home. Obviously as all things had turned out, none of it was achieved. They always blamed their situation to the tie that they have to their business. I find this as an excuse. Nobody had asked them to buy the shop, and nobody had asked them to have kids either. It was THEIR choice to make, and they chose to have them at the same. Besides, some people could manage both if there was effort involved. I have seen it.
It is pointless now, since anything I said is just wind to their ears. The kids will not attend, but K and I have bought these preschool activity books, so we'll bring school to them. For the time being anyway.
There was one other thing worth mentioning. On the party night, the douche bag was behaving like his suggestive name. He was acting condescending to uncle. K had noticed it and so did I. I sensed it as early in the night when we all were having the cake. He didn't come out of his room, which I saw as a disrespect. K told me today if she hadn't stopped herself, that night could've been remembered as the night the douche bag was beaten by a girl. I laughed at that, questioning though what everyone would've thought of the pretentious event. Nonetheless, we kept the opinion to ourselves of course.
So all in all, the children were having a fun, and that is all it mattered on the night of their fifth birthday. Afterall, it was their party. Everyone else was just a catalyst to their big occasion. I hope good things will happen in the future for them. Now though, I should try to get some sleep because K and I will be off to work at the bakery today.
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