Tonight was awkward. Although every night nowadays is just one memory from self-destruction. I am of course talking about the douchey couple's non responsive behaviour and their acting up.
It's been a few days now. I just thought that it's their monthly cyclical behaviour, but I am not staying to watch their next move would be. I just hated that they are doing this just cause they think they are superior than us. Nonetheless, I have decided that I would move out this Saturday. My sister is in on this.
I hope that it's a wise decision because we don't have much money. Yet, I feel it's gonna be hella lot better than remaining in this hell hole with a couple of kids who behave like they are in high school. Thinking about it, they don't have many people staying with them for too long, cause they are the worst people you could live with. It is evident by my various posts on them.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Reading French Books
I am starting to read french books. Don't know why but when I saw the French language section iin the library, I just thought to myself why not. So here I am sitting trying to decipher what the first sentence in this booked is saying-
The book is really challenging but that is the point of reading it in the first place. My sister always says try something very difficutl before venturing out on something not so much difficult. The reason being that it helps you think more about the content, thus improving your skills at a greater rate.
La societe secrete du Prieure de Sion a ete fondee en 1099, apres la premiere croisade.
The book is really challenging but that is the point of reading it in the first place. My sister always says try something very difficutl before venturing out on something not so much difficult. The reason being that it helps you think more about the content, thus improving your skills at a greater rate.
Waiting in The Rain
I know it's not news worthy, nor it is blogworthy. But I just thought it was a nice change to my day. Yesterday I decided to remain in the house because I couldn't bear the thought of getting up. SO I remained in the house doing some copying for my sister, and had done some folding for myself. Then when two o'clock came, I wanted to bus to my sister's place. I thought I would come back with her, accompanying her so she wouldn't feel lonely. The problem was that the o had already put clothes in the washing machine, so I just figured I could delay my bus travel, and wait until the wash was done. I waited and waited, then it was done. I hung them on the lines and then headed out.
It was three then, and there were heaps of children on the bus.
It was around 4.15pm when the bus stopped at the place near K Road. I got off there because it was already 4 o'clock. If I went to the uni or the library for that matter, I would be very late for my sister. There was a dilemma to decide. SHould I have gone to my uncle K's shop via bussing, or walking? I thought I had plenty of time, so I decided to walk in the end.
I walked with sandles on. I didn't wear shoes thinking that the day was warm. But by four thirty, my feet were rediculously frozen. Nonetheless, I kept on walking on.
It was five-ish that I arrived at my uncle k's. I didn't see my sister's car. I thought to myself oh shit. I didn;t want to walk back to the bus and catch it back home. There wasn't any point for me to come here in the first place, then. I just thougth of negative things that popped in my head. I just didn;t want to walk any more.
The weather was getting darker. It was showing signs that it was going to rain. Then there was lightning. I decided instead of walking back to the bus in downtown, I would wait for the bus and catch it there. I went to wait under the bus shelter.
All of a sudden the rain started pouring down so dramatically. A lady came to the shelter. Then another lady stopped at the shelter. One more lady came running. She was soaking and her iphone was wet. The first and third ladies left when the rain slowed its pace. The second lady was with a bike. Apparently she was waiting for the bus as well, as she was heading to downtown. She would ask me for the time when the bus came. I didn't know, which I said to her.
Out of nowhere, my sister's car was uturning from what I saw. I thought for a moment that it wouldn't be her because she would have been home by then. The more I thought the more I didn't believe my eyes. The car was then stopping at the bus shelter, and now I realised my eyes weren't fooling me.
I got in and my sister asked me to ask the lady who was still waiting for the bus whether she wanted a ride. I told her that she got a bike with her, meaning we wouldn't be able to transport her with the bike, as the car couldn't fit it. The lady, instead, came to us and asked for a ride. Of course we gave her the ride, all the way to Queen St. The bike was left there, she said it was an old vehicle, so it didn;t matter about it getting stolen.
During the ride, we did discover some things about each other. Apparently the lady was studying at uni, majoring in Architecture. She was going overseas once she gets her degree. I told her about my studies, which weren't going according to what I had envisioned. She said I was going to do well, you know the nice thing that people would say to others. I wasn't convinced that she meant it.
We dropped her off at nearby Queen St. She thanked us and ran for shade. We then drove off.
I asked my sister about why was she coming back. Did she get home and then came back after not seeing me there? She said no. She said she waited for me at her car until five to five and then she decided to leave. She drove all the way to almost reach the motorway, and then just figured that she would come back for the final check. She would look at the walkpaths, in hope that I was walking, as she would expect me to do. She was looking at the bus stops with shelters. She was expecting that I would wait under them cause of the pouring rain. I couldn't believe this. My sister knew me so so well. It was like she could read my mind.
That is the story of how my sister had the same mind as me for the time that I couldn't bear to think about my own travelling in the night. I love her for her ways of being able to see what I see. It is the a good feeling to know that there is someone out there knowing me this well. Knowing this well to actually rescue me.
It was three then, and there were heaps of children on the bus.
It was around 4.15pm when the bus stopped at the place near K Road. I got off there because it was already 4 o'clock. If I went to the uni or the library for that matter, I would be very late for my sister. There was a dilemma to decide. SHould I have gone to my uncle K's shop via bussing, or walking? I thought I had plenty of time, so I decided to walk in the end.
I walked with sandles on. I didn't wear shoes thinking that the day was warm. But by four thirty, my feet were rediculously frozen. Nonetheless, I kept on walking on.
It was five-ish that I arrived at my uncle k's. I didn't see my sister's car. I thought to myself oh shit. I didn;t want to walk back to the bus and catch it back home. There wasn't any point for me to come here in the first place, then. I just thougth of negative things that popped in my head. I just didn;t want to walk any more.
The weather was getting darker. It was showing signs that it was going to rain. Then there was lightning. I decided instead of walking back to the bus in downtown, I would wait for the bus and catch it there. I went to wait under the bus shelter.
All of a sudden the rain started pouring down so dramatically. A lady came to the shelter. Then another lady stopped at the shelter. One more lady came running. She was soaking and her iphone was wet. The first and third ladies left when the rain slowed its pace. The second lady was with a bike. Apparently she was waiting for the bus as well, as she was heading to downtown. She would ask me for the time when the bus came. I didn't know, which I said to her.
Out of nowhere, my sister's car was uturning from what I saw. I thought for a moment that it wouldn't be her because she would have been home by then. The more I thought the more I didn't believe my eyes. The car was then stopping at the bus shelter, and now I realised my eyes weren't fooling me.
I got in and my sister asked me to ask the lady who was still waiting for the bus whether she wanted a ride. I told her that she got a bike with her, meaning we wouldn't be able to transport her with the bike, as the car couldn't fit it. The lady, instead, came to us and asked for a ride. Of course we gave her the ride, all the way to Queen St. The bike was left there, she said it was an old vehicle, so it didn;t matter about it getting stolen.
During the ride, we did discover some things about each other. Apparently the lady was studying at uni, majoring in Architecture. She was going overseas once she gets her degree. I told her about my studies, which weren't going according to what I had envisioned. She said I was going to do well, you know the nice thing that people would say to others. I wasn't convinced that she meant it.
We dropped her off at nearby Queen St. She thanked us and ran for shade. We then drove off.
I asked my sister about why was she coming back. Did she get home and then came back after not seeing me there? She said no. She said she waited for me at her car until five to five and then she decided to leave. She drove all the way to almost reach the motorway, and then just figured that she would come back for the final check. She would look at the walkpaths, in hope that I was walking, as she would expect me to do. She was looking at the bus stops with shelters. She was expecting that I would wait under them cause of the pouring rain. I couldn't believe this. My sister knew me so so well. It was like she could read my mind.
That is the story of how my sister had the same mind as me for the time that I couldn't bear to think about my own travelling in the night. I love her for her ways of being able to see what I see. It is the a good feeling to know that there is someone out there knowing me this well. Knowing this well to actually rescue me.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Watched Two Good Films
I watched two movies one after the other last night. Both were great. I loved them, enjoyed every minute of either of films. They are great in their own ways, one was inspirational in that I wanted to follow suit in the direction that I want to be a billionaire. The other was just plain fun, and in some way sparked my own nostalgic feeling.
So it is pretty obvious what the film is then when I said that I wanted to become a billionaire like the protagonist in that film. Yes, it is the Social Network. I rememeber wanting to watch the film since its initial theatrical release, but I didn't someone to accompany me. I kept on delaying until last night, I said I had it. I wanted to watch it and there wouldn't be any thing stopping me.
Then there was another film i borrowed. It was EASy A. I don't know why I wanted to watch it. The cover was intriguing so that was that. And it didn't disappoint.
As for today, my sister and I went to check out this room near my uncle K's shop. The place was interesting to say the least because as I was viewing the room, there was an excitment within that said I wanted to move in immediately. I got this sensation that the place brought back memories of the time that my mum, sister and I were homestaying with this Cambodian family. It was an exciting time for me. So I am going to enjoy staying this place. The best thing about it is that i will be as far away from this place as my money could afford. It's gonna be good.
So it is pretty obvious what the film is then when I said that I wanted to become a billionaire like the protagonist in that film. Yes, it is the Social Network. I rememeber wanting to watch the film since its initial theatrical release, but I didn't someone to accompany me. I kept on delaying until last night, I said I had it. I wanted to watch it and there wouldn't be any thing stopping me.
Then there was another film i borrowed. It was EASy A. I don't know why I wanted to watch it. The cover was intriguing so that was that. And it didn't disappoint.
As for today, my sister and I went to check out this room near my uncle K's shop. The place was interesting to say the least because as I was viewing the room, there was an excitment within that said I wanted to move in immediately. I got this sensation that the place brought back memories of the time that my mum, sister and I were homestaying with this Cambodian family. It was an exciting time for me. So I am going to enjoy staying this place. The best thing about it is that i will be as far away from this place as my money could afford. It's gonna be good.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Two Day with Bro and His Wife
I got sick. I was going to my brother's butchery last Thursday. Upon my return to Auckland, I was feeling cold and drowsy. But I am surviving.
My brother called on my sis' phone telling her that he requested my attendance immediately. The girl who works there didn't turn up. To be honest, I didn't feel like going. I was already in this awkward state with them both, and their asking me to be there makes me feel really unease. But of course, I had to go.
The children were also sick . That day I thought I was going to look after them. Being asked to go to Hamilton ruined that plan. I packed my stuff, two bags and all. Then Kim and I left as she would normally, to pick Kem up, to drop him off at his school, and finally going to bus station. We however went to the wrong place to begin with and had to rush to the intercity terminal to make the 0930 bus. To make it to the bus, I got out of the bus when we stopped for the traffic light, and I took my backpack with me. I was planning to ask the bus driver to stop for me so I could get my other bag,
Upon reaching there, I asked the bus driver could I get on the bus? He gave me permission but I had to get my ticket inside the terminal. I did what was told, and then came to the bus to tell him that I needed only a few minutes. He said he would leave on time, so no. Shit, I was panicking. I saw my sister's car stopped at the other side of the road. I wanted to go there so bad, but I couldn't because then I would miss the bus. I couldn't wait for the next few hours, it would look bad with my brother asking to help him out and all. I had no choice but to go on the bus.
My sis would call me in 10 minutes, asking where I was. I informed her of the event that took place on the terminal, so she resumed her day as normal. As for me, I sat on the bus for the next two hours, half sleeping and half awake.
Once arrived, I immiediately walked to the nearby warehouse to purchase myself a vodafone topup as my phone was penniless. I called my brother that I arrived and he told me where to go to wait for him. I then called my sister, whom I had bestmated with, that I got there safely. The rest of the day was me at work, freezing my ass off. Somehow my brother's butchery is really really cold.
That night my bro and his wife took me to this Japanese restaurant. My head and body by then was all frozed up that I couldn't enjoy any of it. I tried to contain myself, not making the sickness to overwhelm the night. We ate, my brother and his wife were so nice and friendly. I felt awkward with them because of the past I shared with them. I wanted to apologise so so bad, but somehow my mouth couldn't produce words to resemble my thought. It was terrible. But the food was devine.
We came back home and I decided to head to bed immediately. I thought to myself that maybe I sleep early I could shake the sickness out.
For the night, I kept waking up. One at 0020, 0400, 0600. The times I woke and could return to sleep. It was terrible. In the morning I wished I could be at the apartment because by then my body was pounding with pain. Yet I knew I was required to go, and I did go.
My bro informed me about what to do at the shop if the girl returned to work. I would just stay outside and do the selling, while helping him do his accounting. I agreed.
It turned out, she did come. I did what was told, and stayed close to the front. The day was quiet. So was yesterday. There was a fieldday across town, so we figured that was the culprit. I couldn't do the accounting for my bro as the computer could recognise the software. I, instead, did it in the evening.
The shop was freeeeeeeeeeeezing. I couldn't stop shaking. My whole body was all paralysed by this intnesity of the coldness.
That is how I got sick. When I returned on Saturday, my body just couldn't handle the freezing experience I gained working for my bro.
My brother called on my sis' phone telling her that he requested my attendance immediately. The girl who works there didn't turn up. To be honest, I didn't feel like going. I was already in this awkward state with them both, and their asking me to be there makes me feel really unease. But of course, I had to go.
The children were also sick . That day I thought I was going to look after them. Being asked to go to Hamilton ruined that plan. I packed my stuff, two bags and all. Then Kim and I left as she would normally, to pick Kem up, to drop him off at his school, and finally going to bus station. We however went to the wrong place to begin with and had to rush to the intercity terminal to make the 0930 bus. To make it to the bus, I got out of the bus when we stopped for the traffic light, and I took my backpack with me. I was planning to ask the bus driver to stop for me so I could get my other bag,
Upon reaching there, I asked the bus driver could I get on the bus? He gave me permission but I had to get my ticket inside the terminal. I did what was told, and then came to the bus to tell him that I needed only a few minutes. He said he would leave on time, so no. Shit, I was panicking. I saw my sister's car stopped at the other side of the road. I wanted to go there so bad, but I couldn't because then I would miss the bus. I couldn't wait for the next few hours, it would look bad with my brother asking to help him out and all. I had no choice but to go on the bus.
My sis would call me in 10 minutes, asking where I was. I informed her of the event that took place on the terminal, so she resumed her day as normal. As for me, I sat on the bus for the next two hours, half sleeping and half awake.
Once arrived, I immiediately walked to the nearby warehouse to purchase myself a vodafone topup as my phone was penniless. I called my brother that I arrived and he told me where to go to wait for him. I then called my sister, whom I had bestmated with, that I got there safely. The rest of the day was me at work, freezing my ass off. Somehow my brother's butchery is really really cold.
That night my bro and his wife took me to this Japanese restaurant. My head and body by then was all frozed up that I couldn't enjoy any of it. I tried to contain myself, not making the sickness to overwhelm the night. We ate, my brother and his wife were so nice and friendly. I felt awkward with them because of the past I shared with them. I wanted to apologise so so bad, but somehow my mouth couldn't produce words to resemble my thought. It was terrible. But the food was devine.
We came back home and I decided to head to bed immediately. I thought to myself that maybe I sleep early I could shake the sickness out.
For the night, I kept waking up. One at 0020, 0400, 0600. The times I woke and could return to sleep. It was terrible. In the morning I wished I could be at the apartment because by then my body was pounding with pain. Yet I knew I was required to go, and I did go.
My bro informed me about what to do at the shop if the girl returned to work. I would just stay outside and do the selling, while helping him do his accounting. I agreed.
It turned out, she did come. I did what was told, and stayed close to the front. The day was quiet. So was yesterday. There was a fieldday across town, so we figured that was the culprit. I couldn't do the accounting for my bro as the computer could recognise the software. I, instead, did it in the evening.
The shop was freeeeeeeeeeeezing. I couldn't stop shaking. My whole body was all paralysed by this intnesity of the coldness.
That is how I got sick. When I returned on Saturday, my body just couldn't handle the freezing experience I gained working for my bro.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Looking For Apartment
I apologise for the lack of quality posts for a long time. My life has been going through a whirlwind. It has been tough for me in the last few weeks. To think that after getting the paper I should be able to live a life that I want. By things have gone all wrong, making me feel less and less like I should be alive, which ironically was the same sentiment that I felt in the depression state.
Anyway, I am now looking for an apartment, or any place really. The people that I live with are kicking me and my sister out. REally.
So my sister is looking for any apartment, regardless of size, as long as it fits both of us in. So the apartment has to be close to uni and to any potential work that I am going to take up. Anyway, speaking of work, I am desperately looking for any paid work. I signed up for McDonalds, for cinemas and Burger King works. I hate this feeling, it's like growing up. I am not ready yet. Not for a very long time.
Anyway, I am now looking for an apartment, or any place really. The people that I live with are kicking me and my sister out. REally.
So my sister is looking for any apartment, regardless of size, as long as it fits both of us in. So the apartment has to be close to uni and to any potential work that I am going to take up. Anyway, speaking of work, I am desperately looking for any paid work. I signed up for McDonalds, for cinemas and Burger King works. I hate this feeling, it's like growing up. I am not ready yet. Not for a very long time.
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