These few days consisted of the usual and mundane routine. On Tuesday, K had the car fixed and I was there with her. We waited for half an hour or so, as the mechanic tightened the steering wheel for her. For anything else, there wasn't any surcharge to it because the car is still under warranty. So it was all good.
Wednesday was another ordinary. The kids were at school until lunch, K and I had to pick them up for dental checkup. It's half-annually for the children to get their teeth checked and it was free. It turned out the children were needing some fillings and we will return next Friday to do so.
Thruday came more quickly than anticipated. K had to go to work, despite her reluctance. I didn't want her go as well, since the expectations set by the douche bad and his wife on our heads were swaying the thought. Ju attended piano practice and Jord stayed with me at home.
K had a epiphany later that night, thinking her life sucks and blows simultaneously. She suffered from depression and love-deprivation. She wanted to have a normal life, in which the whole situation is starving of. She hated the idea of not being able to find herself again, the somebody who'd know how to engage with life itself. I tried to attend to her sentiment, but I think I dida lousy job. I told her, though, I felt the same feelings as her. I've always crave for more freedom than this, but despite much deliberations, nothing will change. It saddened me to know there is nothing I could do to alleviate the pain abit for her. K knew this all along, and that is what has caused her to become emotional. She headed for bed after that.
This morning, inlight of last night's event, we decided to head out for some fresh air. I had this Vietnamese bun for lunch and she had some drink. AFterward, we directed our way to the library where I had made some readings. I also borrowed some books, three of which were learning Japanese. I decided to learn the language to occupy some worrisome time. So the day is better than most, as it was an small aberation from the norm.
I can't stress hard enough, but all I want right now is the news to my situation. I want to find out about the outcome and be liberated from this house. It is killing me inside out, making me aged faster, and it is not what life is meant to be. K is suffering, too, from these symptions plus more. Tell me what is the result?
Friday, March 5, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Update on the Brokedown Car
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.
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.
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.
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