Easter...

Easter in NZ is the period where the shop keepers are banned from opening for business on Good Friday and Easter Sunday (much to my dismay). This is the time where the drones of the government patrolling the streets (at taxpayers' costs, of course) and penalise the shop owners who dared to defy such absurd regulation with ridiculous fines.

This is also the time where some people will join the masses to flog themselves in the public, bearing the crosses or getting crucified in the parade. After that, they forget the whole thing and go on repeating the same offences and committing the sins for the rest of the year until the next Easter comes around.

This is also the time where the city folks who can't sit still at their own homes and decided to drive out to other places and clogged the country roads (even though the Kiwis like to call them highways but really they are nothing but small and narrow rural roads, sorry to burst your ego mate...) causing massive traffic jams and accidents.

My hopes of having a quiet holidays are dashed because of the annoying new neighbour who thumped the house around like 800-pound gorrillas engaging in domestics and make all other types of noises. Can't help it, the people here are just lacking the decent manners and common senses nowadays. Perhaps this explains why the society in NZ is degenerating in downward spiral these days.

OK, time for me to stop bitching and whip out my ear plugs...