Renovating

I guess they are serious. Last Sunday he instructed my sister to look around for the gas cooktop and the wall canopy to go with it. The old ones apparently are explosive according to him. The decision to purchase these items lie parallel to what he had informed K, which was that he's wanting to rent this house and shop for a new house in the coming months. They (the family) will relocate to the novel property. I thought they weren't serious as numerous times before they had formulated similar which never led to anywhere. The purchase of the cooktop and the fan was indeed physical proof to their decision.

It all began last Sunday when K received a telephone call from the Douche about problems with the current gas stove. He asserted my sister that it is unsafe and he was hoping she would help him out by searching a replacement. The fan was dead obvious as it was causing so much noise pollution with its ever loud engine sound when the product is turned on. A new substitute must be replaced, he told her. K, my brother and I went to this electronic store to look for it. The location didn't have much range. But despite this lack of options, K proceeded to take an interest in a certain item. She concluded that the interested product had the similar mesurements as the old one, which later it was proven false. She informed the Douche that evening of her finding.

The next morning came, and we eventually headed to mega hardware store, located within our house zone. It was not a solid find and we eventually got back to yesterday's store. My sister really wanted to order the item since tomorrow (which is now today) the prices will increase. I wasn't sure of this revelation, whether the man was lying to us so that he could make us rush into purchasing or it was the truth. Anyway,the man asked K, who further asked me, what sort of finish we want on the them. I wasn't aware that there are many different surfaces. The main two we had to use from were stainless steel and alothium. Each had their own pros and cons. We were really tossed up between the two, so ultimately I asked K to give a call to the douche since this is his kitchen afterall. Good call that was.

The douche decided he'd come down and see for himself. When he reached the location, he looked and looked. And inspected some more which I felt a little unease, and I am sure the seller was having similar sentiment. In the end, the d didn't want it and we left, K especially felt guilty for taking so much time from the seller and left empty.

The douche then suggested we looked elsewhere, like the place opposite the hardware store. I won't name the shop name but they are specialising in kitchen appliances. We headed there while the d had gone back to his work. Once there, we saw many cool things, and one cooktop that was matching the measurement as well as the look and feel of it was top notch. K and I talked to the seller about it (actually K did most of the talking and I was just wandering around the store, looking like some idiot friend of hers). The discussion went on for some time and we eventually had to retrieve back to home, where later K retold the d about what we had found. He said he would come and have a look at it.

I think I am going too long on this shopping for the stove and the fan. Cutting the story short, we went on a few journeys before finding the right fits and now the purchases have been made in two separate stores. A five gas cooktop was bought in the place opposite the hardware store, while the wall canopy was compensated for in a cheaper appliance shed.

The canopy is being installed in the while I am writing this. It seemed easy to install since from the beginning the requirements were some anchors and screws to place the canopy onto the wall. This however was proven falsified when the installation is still in the proceeding. The d, earlier on, had made a crucial mistake when he marked a wrong marking on the wall before he drilled it. Realising this mistake, he then broke off the anchor from the wall, which now created a big hole. To solve this, he further drilled in two more anchor sleeves which gave birth to two more disimilar sized holes. Crazy as that sound, he even tried to sandpaper the hoops on the back of the canopy that are used to hang onto the screws which cling to the wall. It was definitely not his brightest day since even THAT didn't work. All night now he is going at it, attempting to remedy all his earlier mistakes. Hopefully it'll be done soon.

As for the stove, we will receive it tomorrow when it get delivered here. Luckily, the installation for this is one that needs a professional to do. The wiring and gas involvement are such things only a certified doer can deal with. The charge is $200-$350 from what I have heard. Despite that much payment, one cannot be stupid enough to not let the professional install it.

BTW, the costs for both items amount to around $1600.

Back to the main topic. The d and his family, it seems, are really moving. After seven years living in this very house, they have decided to relocate, though not entirely gone for good since it will still be their house. I think it will be an interesting new dynamic for Jord and Jude. I hope their new house won't be far away from their school, I just don't think they needed a change of school when they are perfectly happy with their friends and teachers there. Who knows? The douche gets this name from somewhere, and if he is really a douche, then he will probably do things to only benefit himself, and himself only.

Trublood

The titled show came to NZ probably two or three years ago. Back then I didn't the channel that ran it... and I still don't have it. So, I never got the chance to see it first. I found out later through award shows and other review sites that tell me about how wonderful and refreshing this show is in a long time. I still didn't have the channel to watch the show on so that thought of catching the program didn't come to mind. Only last Monday that I did get that chance, and I loved it.

My video rental store only recently began to hire these TV show box sets. I borrowed it when there were other programs I wanted on the shelf. Seeing how I enjoyed it this much, I am glad to not have found the ones I initially seek.

My sister also watched the show with me. I felt slight awkwardness because it is explicit in sexual material. The horrors though was not that weird to see with your sister. My sister liked the show as well. She said she liked it for its difference from regular viewing and the characters and dialogues are compelling. Excellent production all round, according to her.

Come next Monday, I will borrow the second season. Usually sophomore or subsequent seasons are not as well done as the premier. As the show is already renewed for the fourth season, I am thinking it still has the magic in it.

Random

Many thoughts go through everybody's head each day. Mine is just happened that the thought function works more slowly and less frequent than the norm. When the children got to school this morning, I didn't think twice about the possibility that the morning would bring guilt into my life. The other school pupils were dressed in book characters as this week was themed for the book week that they had been having throughout since Monday. I, being a thoughtless man, didn't read the message the school people had sent out which I later found out. I was really guilty for this lapse. The children had to suffer because of my mistake.

I hate it that my life now consists of nothing more than surrounding my daily life with that of the children. When they are at home, I become their sole guardian. I look after them, see how they play, how they are fed, clothed, etc. I hate it. Hate it freaking so much. Other times including the time they are gone to school, I would feel a slight easiness, only to find the dreadful feeling return when the clock chimes to three. I hate that feeling the most because that is how I would imagine the alleged criminals realise their freedom is bound to be taken away from them if they are convicted.

False Dream

Just got up and the time reads 11.00am. I couldn't sleep last night and since the morning was terrible, I resumed my naptime after the children were gone to school. During which time, I was sufferring from having one of the worst possible dream ever. It is a teaser and the worst part is that it seemed very realistic. Anyway, my sister isn't here as she is at Grams' place right now, apparently consuming lunch.

The nightmare was about the outcome that I had been wishing to receive for the last ten years. It began with my sister receiving a telephone call from this judge, who apparently was in charge of our case. He talked to her privately. When the call ended, there was a knock on the door, which later revealed to be a postman. He gave K two packages from what I saw and she immediately hid them from my sight. I questioned her what was with all the secrecy, to which she responded with a shrug. I insisted on her telling me the truth. In eventuality, she did inform me that we got the results back and it is favourable. I remembered the feeling of this heavyweight lifted off of my chest. It was such an awesome relief. Then, in just one neck of a second, I woke up. Woke up to feel the anchor that is dragging my everything down. Back to reality.

Starting New School for the Twins

So this week went by quickly. The reason for it is that I have been keeping busy at just about everything that is within my confines. The week consists mostly of my sister and the children catching a nasty flu and me being their helper. My bro who lives close to us also came to support the sick people. Also another major event happened last Wednesday when the twins, who shifted house, went to their new school.

On Wednesday, still getting through her sickness over the previous day, my sis woke up early to try to get the children ready. It was particular early for her and my liking as we would otherwise have gotten later. The morning was colder than usual, which prompted me to think that winter is just only beginning even though the calendar suggests the opposite. Anyway, the reason for our premature wake was for the twins who were starting their first day of the new school. By 8.20, we were already gone to Gram's place. Only I didn't go because there wasn't room for me.

When the children arrived at school, according to my sister when later she told me, the twins were separated into different rooms. My initial reaction to this was that it was ideal in that the twins would develop individualism when they are exposing new environment outside their norm. Beside, the twins wouldn't be naughty when they are split. Grams wasn't happy about this but it wasn't her decision to be made.

That afternoon, my sister was still ill and she was sleeping while my brother, Ken and I went to pick up the children, including the new entants, the twins. This, because I didn't drop them off and not knowing which rooms the twins were put into, was proven to be troublesome. I went to pick Jude and Jordan first as I was hoping the children would know of their room numbers. However, Jude did not apprehend the knowledge that morning, thus was in the unknown as well. I went to every Year One classes, in hope that I would find them there. It was not the case. I eventually headed to the office and asked the receptionist there where I would find them. The receptionist called their teachers in and we acquired that the twins were already picked up by Grams. She had been there earlier and she took the twins home with her. So the afternoon was terrible in that aspect.

My sister, throughout this week, had been sick. She caught the flu in the early days of this week, and her refusal to go to see a doctor and to take some antibiotics had proven to be a mistake. By midweek, she couldn't even mobilise and her body was compounded by soreness. My brother was a great saviour as he came here to cook for us and took us out for lunch. He did some TLC for K as well. Now my sister is doing much much better.

Today is particular nice. My brother and his wife came to our house. This is abnormal since his wife rarely came these days. Her appearance sparked a nice change for me. We went to Grams' place for lunch when she asked us to. After that, my sister wanted to go do some grocery shopping. We left the children there, so they could accompany the twins with Grams as it was to their wishes. Returned in two hours later, Ken and his wife had bought my uncle a set of pots and pans for their housewarming gift. My brother used our names in the inclusion of their gift so that we were seen as part of it as well. Tonight began when we directed our way to a Shanghainese restaurant and ended with us returning back here. It was a nice day after all. My sister is in an agreement how lovely her day had been. I am pretty sure my brother and his wife were also enjoying themselves.

Post Drought

The post has been missing quite many posts lately. I just have no better saying than to apologise for the lack of blogposts. This is because I have been busy and I don't have interesting things to post about. This does not of course help when the blog is already suffering from my non-sense posts before anyway.

For now though, here is what happened to me in the last two weeks or so:

• Last Thursday, the Lay family officially made the transition when my uncle had his belongings move into the new house. The Douche also was there to aid with the moving, where they hired a moving truck. On that night, Gramps gave K a call, as uncle wasn't picking her up, apparently due to the lateness of the moving truck. Hearing this, K immediately took her car keys and was gone.
  I was angry at her for this instant abandonment and especially with the children who were fed yet. I was more angry at the fact that I was stuck in the life that I did not want to be in in the first place, and that anger had pushed me to feel intently uncontrollable. For the next two days, the house was down with a disease called me.
  I didn't speak with my sister for three days. She didn't speak to me either because apparently she, herself, was dealing with pains that no other had dealt with.


• On Monday, Jord had his tooth extracted. I did not know this would happen when the morning arrived. K, who was still not talking to me, informed me of this news when we about to take the children to school. At hearing this, I made the trip to the dentist to see what the situation was and K could get a second opinion from me.
  Jord's tooth extraction was first brought up the last time he and my sister went to see the dentist. She said that the molar, which lied on the bottom, was infected and there was another tooth that is growing beneath it. Normally the dentist would try to savour however bad the tooth is, but for Jord it was pretty bad and it was hurting him when he eats. Too many pros to extract the infected molar made the decision easy. Right now, Jord needs a space maintainer to keep a hole left by the extracted tooth until the new one grows to fill the void. We already made an appointment to his othordontist this October. The maintainer is estimated to cost $200. His dad won't be happy about it.


• The other news worthy piece is that my other uncle, the butcher one, had asked me yesterday and today to work for him. At first, I was quite surprised to hear it because he and I don't usually speak to each other. Only in times we are left alone, which never happens. So he is wanting a worker who is able to speak English and is trustworthy enough to work at the till. I don't know what happened to the last counter worker.
  My ultimate response was no. I was truly tossed up with the decisions. On the one side, working there would at least keep me away from the children, who I don't want to scar them for life with my inadequacy and sometimes incontrollable mistreatment. Money which I could earn and the experience which I could gain from this would be a bonus as well. However, there is the problem with my brother. He doesn't like my uncle who he said is a liar and "filled with sh8t." I can't go against him, as he is my BROTHER, he is blood related, he is closer to me than my uncle is. Betraying him would create ww3, I bet. Moreover, my sister is already marginally suffering with my help with the children, with me gone, she would be pushed to her limits. Trouble one is not resolved, so I shouldn't start a whole new one, something that maybe is out of my league to begin with.

Washing Machine

We bought a new washing machine. Well, not I nor my sister, but the douche and his wife. They bought it because the old one was leaking. I didn;t notice the leakage, but according to my sister the leakage had been going on for over a month. My lack of knowledge was telling, she said, because it says I rarely do laundry. I rebuttalled stating the fact that I don't wear as many outfits as she does and her constant change of clothes, even to get the mail just outside the front door was enough to frequent her washing to a three or four dayly duty. I, on the other hand don't change my clothes that frequent as well as I accumulate all my dirty clothes to maximise each wash so I don't waste water. Ok the last bit is a lie, but still I don't wash my clothes as frequent but I do do my share of washing.

The new machine is making wave for the douche to change the arrangement of the garage stuff, including his tool cabinet and the shoe storage space. All night and day he worked on it, and involved many people's physical labour (mine not included). Finally, it was completed.

Ok the new rearrangement looks better than before, but still his way of getting the result was poor enough for me to hate it. I can't find anyone else who let others work this much, not even slave owners. Sure I am a bit harsh on him, but since I hate his guts, I won't take back my last remark!