Within the last three days, I haven't been talking the big douches of all. They reciprocated that sentiment to me and Kim, as well. That is the way I like it. There is no need to play pretend anymore. No more "how are yous', the bs that they have been implementing to get favours off of us. Now it is the way it is and will be possibly for eternity.
Moreover, the reason I was pushing Judy to play the piano the other night was that she was trying to undermind my authoritisation of the house where I think I should have some power since I am the co-caregiver to the children. Despite the parents being present and it is their house, I still should have some authority over which I can implement them. When and wherever. With or without the presence of the children's parents.
That, however, doesn't occur in the minds of those douche bags. All they care about is money generating, and their kids are only second to money. That is why they spend more time and energy in the bakery to make their sum of cash bigger. So of course to them, only the wealth will determine who is in charge and the lack of caregiving to their children has been maximised by the time and the energy wasted to their love of money. They reason time and again that they can avoid caring for the two kids for this. Therefore, I, who take their money and mooch off of them have to listen to them and the children, thus, doesn't have to follow my authority when in that sense I am also mooching off of the children as well. I don't understand this at all. When do children have the knowledge to be above those who are olderand wiser, and they don't have the logic to act upon themselves what is best for them. SO why listen to them when it comes to living conditions? These douche bags only knew one thing in their lives, that is money and more money. That is the real reason this whole thing is such a mess.
Judy was practicing her potent over me the other night. Her parents were also trying to have leverage over me as well. They were all thinking I was only their slave, without them I would be alive. They think I need them more than they to me. Boy, that is so wrong.
Pt 3 to come
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Survivor Samoa Episode 8
Another week's gone, another episode of Survivor had come. It's another disappointment with Erik's elimination. Seriously, what is the matter with the show this season. The predictibility is killing me. I'm seeing the mean girl alliance will dominate this season. It would be a enormous blowout if one of them wins.
I swear to you I will stop watching it. From this episode onward. Unlike last week- promise.
I swear to you I will stop watching it. From this episode onward. Unlike last week- promise.
Update On Bakery
To update on the current deal with the bakery in New Lynn..
Ken had made an offer to the owners. They didn't need to respond when Ken had found out about the lease being short and wasn't allowed for renewal. So there you go, another failure in the journey of searching for a compatible commercial property.
Ken had made an offer to the owners. They didn't need to respond when Ken had found out about the lease being short and wasn't allowed for renewal. So there you go, another failure in the journey of searching for a compatible commercial property.
Hot Air Turned to a Big Tornado pt 1
Tuesday was a big event. That's why I didn't blog sooner as I was still trying to get over the event that ocurred that day. Here is how it went:
Judy was practicing on her piano while I was there, assisting her with the practice. She, at first, was doing great. I applauded for her work, and then she, somehow, began to act up abit. She was saying that I was pushing her hard, making her practice unreasonably long time. She said that I kept making her repeat the same bars too many times that she was bugged at the amount of it. She went on to become a stubborn as a result. Then, I replied to her in order to better your playing, you must practice at a high a volume. The saying "practice makes perfect" truly apllies here. Nobody who plays music was born to play the instruments without any hard work go into their practice. They practice and practice and practice. It is the only to improve on her playing. That's the reason I put forth to her, but it seemed it was to no avail. It did't seem to concern her a tiny bit.
She was still stubborn and didnot play properly. So I told her that just to finish the piece for the final time. She listened and continued to play. And then something ocurred. I was telling something, until now I forget, and she was being aggravating about the thing I told her. Then I got pissed at that, and made her play one more time. She was seemingly unhappy at that idea, and was again stubborn to play the piece once more. She sat there looking bored. 0
I was quite stressed earlier in the day and I was not in the mood to have this girl throwing some dumb tantrum on me. The whole thing was not my idea of fun and I didnot enjoy having to force somebody to do what they don't want. I was merely doing my job.
I, then, told her to go to timeout. She began to cry at this point. I dragged her to the hall way. She cried even harder now, this time shouting that she wanted her mother to come get her. Because her crying was very loud, I wnet to do something else. She stopped abit a moment later, so I went to talk to her. Not only my mind was screwed at that point, my physical wellbeing was also in the work. I wasn't thinking clear. I began to tell IN A SHOUTING VOICE TO JUDY THAT IF SHE WANTS HER MOTHER, CALL THE WOMAN, GET HER HERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I was really fucked up at that stage, but I didn't want to back down. Judy repeatedly said she wanted her mum, avoiding my shouting. The battle was on then.
"GO TO THE PIANO AND PLAY!!!!", I screamed. Judy did just that.
Now the problem didn't just quit from there. I was adamant about her play the piece again as I had instructed her and she must play it in a proper manner. Then, her parents returned from work. The trouble transitioned from worst to the most hideous situation. Judy, knowing that her parents would help her out, played not only inproper but didn't finish the piece as was instructed. She cried for help from her mother. Fuck. She cried and cried. Shit. Her dad came to see the situation but didn't rescue her. He even reinforced that she should carry on playing as was said. She didn't listen with her sobbing, the sound drowning her dad's voice. Dad didn't bother at that revelation.
I was eating dinner with Jordan and Kim. Only Kim wasn't, she had to feed Jordan first. JUdy was sitting at the piano across us, still stubborn to play. HEr mother came to offer some aid to Judy and wanted to get Judy away. I thought that if it occurs all the time when the parents are here, Judy would undermine my authority. My authority would be limited to nothing but a mere leech on their resources. So I was really forceful, by then to make her play. She should never be immuned to her duty just simply because her parents couldn't swallow their rice. I told Judy's mum to get out and reasoned with her that Judy was only stubborn as she knew her parents were there. She stepped out eventually.
Judy was still her stubborn self. To be fair, I was more stubborn than her. Kim had told to let it go, I refused to listen. I said again and again to Judy; " play or you will stay here all night if it takes." Nope, it was to no avail.
I was at that moment very ferious at her. I abhorred her for her stubbornness. I, then, warned her when I count to three, she will have to begin to play or I will wake her up forcefully through cold shower.
One, two...three.
I put my arms around her arms, dragged her up and walked to the bathroom. Their parents were there, seeing all this. The crying from Judy, my force on her, the whole thing was very ugly. I didn't care. Why, they were the catalyst to the ugliness.
In the shower, she refused to take her clothes off. SHe screamed, in the while I was trying to get her in the shower. I was really pissed off then. SHe hit the shower handle as she was resisting my force to get her station in the shower and water sprayed on both of us. We got wet and then her dad came to inspect. She got let go, and everything died from there. Judy was sent to her bedroom by her dad, I didn't budge. She was crying still. Her dad was fucking lame when he authorised the whole situation. But still, Judy is his child, if a child only means through blood and caregiving and love isn't part of it.
Have to pause the story for now. Next time will be focused on the moral behind my action.
Judy was practicing on her piano while I was there, assisting her with the practice. She, at first, was doing great. I applauded for her work, and then she, somehow, began to act up abit. She was saying that I was pushing her hard, making her practice unreasonably long time. She said that I kept making her repeat the same bars too many times that she was bugged at the amount of it. She went on to become a stubborn as a result. Then, I replied to her in order to better your playing, you must practice at a high a volume. The saying "practice makes perfect" truly apllies here. Nobody who plays music was born to play the instruments without any hard work go into their practice. They practice and practice and practice. It is the only to improve on her playing. That's the reason I put forth to her, but it seemed it was to no avail. It did't seem to concern her a tiny bit.
She was still stubborn and didnot play properly. So I told her that just to finish the piece for the final time. She listened and continued to play. And then something ocurred. I was telling something, until now I forget, and she was being aggravating about the thing I told her. Then I got pissed at that, and made her play one more time. She was seemingly unhappy at that idea, and was again stubborn to play the piece once more. She sat there looking bored. 0
I was quite stressed earlier in the day and I was not in the mood to have this girl throwing some dumb tantrum on me. The whole thing was not my idea of fun and I didnot enjoy having to force somebody to do what they don't want. I was merely doing my job.
I, then, told her to go to timeout. She began to cry at this point. I dragged her to the hall way. She cried even harder now, this time shouting that she wanted her mother to come get her. Because her crying was very loud, I wnet to do something else. She stopped abit a moment later, so I went to talk to her. Not only my mind was screwed at that point, my physical wellbeing was also in the work. I wasn't thinking clear. I began to tell IN A SHOUTING VOICE TO JUDY THAT IF SHE WANTS HER MOTHER, CALL THE WOMAN, GET HER HERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I was really fucked up at that stage, but I didn't want to back down. Judy repeatedly said she wanted her mum, avoiding my shouting. The battle was on then.
"GO TO THE PIANO AND PLAY!!!!", I screamed. Judy did just that.
Now the problem didn't just quit from there. I was adamant about her play the piece again as I had instructed her and she must play it in a proper manner. Then, her parents returned from work. The trouble transitioned from worst to the most hideous situation. Judy, knowing that her parents would help her out, played not only inproper but didn't finish the piece as was instructed. She cried for help from her mother. Fuck. She cried and cried. Shit. Her dad came to see the situation but didn't rescue her. He even reinforced that she should carry on playing as was said. She didn't listen with her sobbing, the sound drowning her dad's voice. Dad didn't bother at that revelation.
I was eating dinner with Jordan and Kim. Only Kim wasn't, she had to feed Jordan first. JUdy was sitting at the piano across us, still stubborn to play. HEr mother came to offer some aid to Judy and wanted to get Judy away. I thought that if it occurs all the time when the parents are here, Judy would undermine my authority. My authority would be limited to nothing but a mere leech on their resources. So I was really forceful, by then to make her play. She should never be immuned to her duty just simply because her parents couldn't swallow their rice. I told Judy's mum to get out and reasoned with her that Judy was only stubborn as she knew her parents were there. She stepped out eventually.
Judy was still her stubborn self. To be fair, I was more stubborn than her. Kim had told to let it go, I refused to listen. I said again and again to Judy; " play or you will stay here all night if it takes." Nope, it was to no avail.
I was at that moment very ferious at her. I abhorred her for her stubbornness. I, then, warned her when I count to three, she will have to begin to play or I will wake her up forcefully through cold shower.
One, two...three.
I put my arms around her arms, dragged her up and walked to the bathroom. Their parents were there, seeing all this. The crying from Judy, my force on her, the whole thing was very ugly. I didn't care. Why, they were the catalyst to the ugliness.
In the shower, she refused to take her clothes off. SHe screamed, in the while I was trying to get her in the shower. I was really pissed off then. SHe hit the shower handle as she was resisting my force to get her station in the shower and water sprayed on both of us. We got wet and then her dad came to inspect. She got let go, and everything died from there. Judy was sent to her bedroom by her dad, I didn't budge. She was crying still. Her dad was fucking lame when he authorised the whole situation. But still, Judy is his child, if a child only means through blood and caregiving and love isn't part of it.
Have to pause the story for now. Next time will be focused on the moral behind my action.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Flags
What is the sutdy of flags called?
My little cousin just borrowed a book on the symbols of flags. It's quite interesting how each falg tells us about each individual country.
My little cousin just borrowed a book on the symbols of flags. It's quite interesting how each falg tells us about each individual country.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
One Sunday Afternoon
Sundays are never good for me. I always feel extra confined within these walls when the kids are around the house all day. Besides, the screamings are mostly done on this day.
However, today was different. Ken and his Wife, Loan, took us out for checking on their potential bakery. They are planning on getting the bakery in New Lynn which is 30 minutes aways from where I live. They took us there because they wanted Kim to check on it as well, meaning to get another opinion as well as their own to see if the shop fits them, or doing good business for that matter. If Kim was going, it only meant I have to too, therefore the kids have to be there as well. It's like a chain with us, the interconnected motion of chain that one has to bring the other. SO off we went.
When we got there, we had to stay inside the car, stalking the shop for customer numbers. It turned out the shop didn't seem to have much customers going in to buy food on Sundays. At most, I saw about 10 people went in. So I had some suspicions about the actual figures the owner of the bakery had laid for us.
Then came lunch. We had lunch at McDonald's nearby the bakery. I had Fillet-o-Fish combo, while the children each had one meal happy meal. Kim had some caesar wrap, as is Loan, while Ken had some burger I couldn't recall. It was quite pleasant for me. The children were well-behaved for the most part, and had gone to play in the playground there. Ken and Loan were also seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was good because I didn't want to think that we were there to ruin their Sunday afternoon.
Later, we went back to check on the shop. But this time, Loan , Ken and Kim were all going inside the bakery to talk to the owners. WHile that was happening, I and the children were stuck in the car with nothing to do. Thank goodness, though, they didn't leave for long. After 20 minutes or so, they returned and then we went to McDonald's again. Ice creams, we all had. Then, home we went.
The event maybe seemed a bit boring for you, but for me, it was fun. Sure, there were moments that were boring, like the waiting in the car experience with the kids, but at least there weren't screamings of sorts. I had a good time. If only most Sundays are like that.
More aboutbakery. I wanted to tell my feeling of the bakery. Initially, I thought the bakery had potential as it was located in a main road. It had good traffic of cars and good parking spaces. But the more I look at it, the more I see it as on the outskirt of a more crowded area. As today had shown, the shop didn't have much paedestrains going to and fro around that area, but the crowd is more concentrated on the backside of the shop, which is where the mall and other shops are. McDonald's is located beside the library and in front of the mall, which is at the back of the bakery. LIke, how can we compete with a mega fast food chain such as McD's. But put aside my doubts, the bakery owners revealed to Ken that its turnover is $7000 per week, which is good. Kim felt that Thursdays must be their busiest day and should therefore be earning them more than $1100 to make up for the lacklaster Sundays. The owners didn't agree and was pushy on the subject, saying that they earn around $1000 each day, more or less so, including on Sundays. SO we couldn't say anything about it. Ken will make an offer to the owner tomorrow and we'll see.
I hope everything for the best for them. Loan and Ken really deserve a good life.
However, today was different. Ken and his Wife, Loan, took us out for checking on their potential bakery. They are planning on getting the bakery in New Lynn which is 30 minutes aways from where I live. They took us there because they wanted Kim to check on it as well, meaning to get another opinion as well as their own to see if the shop fits them, or doing good business for that matter. If Kim was going, it only meant I have to too, therefore the kids have to be there as well. It's like a chain with us, the interconnected motion of chain that one has to bring the other. SO off we went.
When we got there, we had to stay inside the car, stalking the shop for customer numbers. It turned out the shop didn't seem to have much customers going in to buy food on Sundays. At most, I saw about 10 people went in. So I had some suspicions about the actual figures the owner of the bakery had laid for us.
Then came lunch. We had lunch at McDonald's nearby the bakery. I had Fillet-o-Fish combo, while the children each had one meal happy meal. Kim had some caesar wrap, as is Loan, while Ken had some burger I couldn't recall. It was quite pleasant for me. The children were well-behaved for the most part, and had gone to play in the playground there. Ken and Loan were also seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was good because I didn't want to think that we were there to ruin their Sunday afternoon.
Later, we went back to check on the shop. But this time, Loan , Ken and Kim were all going inside the bakery to talk to the owners. WHile that was happening, I and the children were stuck in the car with nothing to do. Thank goodness, though, they didn't leave for long. After 20 minutes or so, they returned and then we went to McDonald's again. Ice creams, we all had. Then, home we went.
The event maybe seemed a bit boring for you, but for me, it was fun. Sure, there were moments that were boring, like the waiting in the car experience with the kids, but at least there weren't screamings of sorts. I had a good time. If only most Sundays are like that.
More aboutbakery. I wanted to tell my feeling of the bakery. Initially, I thought the bakery had potential as it was located in a main road. It had good traffic of cars and good parking spaces. But the more I look at it, the more I see it as on the outskirt of a more crowded area. As today had shown, the shop didn't have much paedestrains going to and fro around that area, but the crowd is more concentrated on the backside of the shop, which is where the mall and other shops are. McDonald's is located beside the library and in front of the mall, which is at the back of the bakery. LIke, how can we compete with a mega fast food chain such as McD's. But put aside my doubts, the bakery owners revealed to Ken that its turnover is $7000 per week, which is good. Kim felt that Thursdays must be their busiest day and should therefore be earning them more than $1100 to make up for the lacklaster Sundays. The owners didn't agree and was pushy on the subject, saying that they earn around $1000 each day, more or less so, including on Sundays. SO we couldn't say anything about it. Ken will make an offer to the owner tomorrow and we'll see.
I hope everything for the best for them. Loan and Ken really deserve a good life.
Survivor Episode 7
Liz is gone.
Yeap, the person whom I predicted earlier in the season is now eliminated from the show. I will have some lose sleeps these few days. Nonetheless, I will recover.
So who will I root for the remainer of the season? Since my other castaway I made a winning prediction, along with Liz, was also eliminated early as well, I guess I don't feel like watching the show anymore. I mean, there are no interesting characters left in the show for me to feel emotionally connected to, hence not wanting to root for them. The lackluster cast this season is not making the viewer wanting to continue to watch the show.
THe producers will desperately need to cast better contestants in the future if they ever want back viewerships. I guess they will try again in season 21 since it will another All-Star season following this one. Until then, they just lost one more viewer in me.
Yeap, the person whom I predicted earlier in the season is now eliminated from the show. I will have some lose sleeps these few days. Nonetheless, I will recover.
So who will I root for the remainer of the season? Since my other castaway I made a winning prediction, along with Liz, was also eliminated early as well, I guess I don't feel like watching the show anymore. I mean, there are no interesting characters left in the show for me to feel emotionally connected to, hence not wanting to root for them. The lackluster cast this season is not making the viewer wanting to continue to watch the show.
THe producers will desperately need to cast better contestants in the future if they ever want back viewerships. I guess they will try again in season 21 since it will another All-Star season following this one. Until then, they just lost one more viewer in me.
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