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My Packing ProgressIf you look at the picture, right now I am in Stage 4, and yes I am in blind panic and hysteric, I have been trying to squeeze anything that comes my way into any empty boxes I could find. All I want is keep them out of my sight ASAP...
I have been packing for the last 3 days and I still have not finished yet. I can't imagine I managed to accumulate so much "junk" for the last 3 years. As much as I wanted to throw them away, those are the "junk" I could not live without. At last count, I had already packed 16 boxes (they may sound a lot but the boxes are quite small because they are laptop boxes), 3 food bins and 3 vacuum bags of compressed clothing. Yet, I have still more to go. ARGH!
And speaking about timing, the roller of the sliding door in my bathroom cracked and snapped. So now I could not slide the door properly because it hang lopsided at one end. It happened so quick that it left me baffled. I am still trying to figure out how did it happen. I can only deduce it to the wear and tear over the years of using it. After all, the place where I live is a very old house.
As I do not have the tools to deal with such drastic situation, I called my friend who is a house builder asking for advice on how to fix it, but he was in no mood to entertain me. This is the person who kept telling me if I need a hand, I can always count on him. Yet, when put it to the test, he seem to forgotten his promised words. Bah! It goes showing me that I NEED to be independent all times because people are not reliable these days. So I just have to tell my landlord about this and pay for repairs.
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The Neighbour - A New Insight
Yesterday, when I prepared to go to town to run some errands I noticed the latch of small gate that lead to the entrance of balcony had fallen off. The gate has been subjected to constant abuse at the hands of that "little monster" next unit and it is slowly disintegrating. As I stood there to fix the latch, the little monster saw me and try to make eye contact but I was in no mood of paying her attention. Just then her mum came by and apologised to me for all the din created by her 3 daughters.
"Three? Where is the other two?" I looked up and asked.
"Oh, I had 2 elder ones who came to stay with me for the last few days, but they are gone now..." her voice trailed off.
"Uh...um...gone back to where?" now I'm curious.
"Oh, they gone back up North..." she replied nonchalantly.
"They gone back by themselves??? How are they going to live...I mean have they got family or someone to look after them???..." I was alarmed by her relaxed manner.
"Oh, they are staying with their dad. My two elder girls stay with my ex-partner. This one stays with me now...There is only two of us now..." she said while stroking the hair of the "little monster".
"Eh??? Only two of you? Where is your partner?" I am referring to her burly partner with a Nandor Tanczos wannabe hair style.
"Oh...he's gone too..." her voice trailed off.
"Huh? What do you mean gone? Is he outstation working or is he...?" I scanned her face for answers.
"He gone forever...gone for good...now there is only two of us..." she replied.
"Uh...um...sorry to hear that..." suddenly I feel awkward.
"This place is so quiet and nice, don't you think so?..." she tried to change the topic and be more upbeat.
"Well, apart from that party house, it's quite safe and quiet here..." I quipped.
"But I didn't hear a thing which is good...OK, I better get in and do some chores...see ya..." she lead the "little monster" back to the house.
That explains all the verbal attacks which amplified a few weeks after they move in. Suddenly, I feel sorry for her. This is the second family out of the 4 tenants where the wife got abandoned by their spineless and irresponsible partner. Cases like these are not unusual, I have been seen and hear the stories from different sources all the times.
Makes me wonder how and why NZ society can deteriorate to such a sorry state. Parents at my time stick through thick and thin to sort out all the issues whereas people here can just walk in and out of a relationship without caring the consequences and impact on other people's lives.
In as much I would like to find out the her situation, I decided not to. She seems to be dealing OK with the whole situation and I would not want to feel like an intruder and interfere her business. All I could do is to pray the best for her. Suddenly, I don't feel that irritated by the tantrums of that "little monster" any more...
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The Sore SpotI am prone to acne problems. Whenever I lack sleep, proper diet and loads of stresses, the zits will burst out all over my face and body. Lately, I have seen a prolong acne attack due to high stresses in my work place.
However there is one particular spot which I am very concern with, it's the zit on my top right shoulder. Normally acne will come and go in a matter of days, but this spot seem to last forever and it was sore and painful when touch on it. Moreover there is a black spot that looked like a mole and surrounded with pus. Despite I kept squeezing out the pus, it just won't go away.
That got me very worried. In my mind, I kept asking myself what the hell is it? Could it be a tumor? Could it be skin cancer? Could it be a fungus growth? I actually contemplating of booking an appointment with a skin specialist to check what is wrong.
A couple of days ago while having a warm shower, I started to pitch and peel that sore spot again. Out of sudden I felt I was ripping something out and when I looked at my shoulder, the black thing that looked like a mole was gone. Then I looked closely at that "thing" on the tip of my finger, it was hard and looked like a grain of sand. Huh? How the hell a tiny speck of sand lodged itself into a pimple?
It is just not possible at all but I do not have answer to this. Right now, apart looking like a little crater on the moon, that sore spot is healing fast. Whatever it is, I am glad and relieved that I removed the damn thing out of my shoulder and save me the trip to the skin specialist.
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