Friday, 30 November 2012
Dining in hell
If you have been in a situation where your neighbour is having a renovation you’ll know what I’m talking about. Yup, my b* neighbour (pardon my language) is having yet another massive renovation. Before she moved in, she gave us 9 months of hell drilling, knocking and hammering. She changed everything of her house in the opposite direction, her driveway away from ours…then switched all the piping and wiring onto the sharing wall between us.
It was like an earthquake everyday back then. So bad on certain days we had to leave the house just to escape the noise. Now, her dream comes true (our worst nightmare ) she managed to buy the adjacent house. She has temporary moved out and another massive renovation for another year…
This time it’s even worse. It’s like a demolition derby, short of a wrecking ball… She’s practically wrecking the whole two houses down to its structure of post & beam. She’s undoing everything she did in the first time round breaking every wall she built and taking out all the piping and wiring on our shared wall. I pray that my house structure can withstand the second time pounding. These houses aren’t young anymore, approx. 30 years or more even. The first time pounding was bad enough, now this again. I’m so worried because the houses are all linked- terrace houses, structure & load-bearing…
She’s really one b*. Anything for her own selfish means…after the first renovation she continued her constant knocking daily…We used to wonder why does she need to pound things everyday… It was not until we saw some movies as well as local news of drug busts that we realised she’s actually a drug meth lab person. Pounding out the drugs from steel pipes, or concrete blocks then processing it.
Our adjacent neighbour (the one that moved & later sold the house to her) once told my mum that the b* and so-called husband is involved in illegal/ underworld activity, which confirmed our suspicion. Irony that lady can tell us that but don’t mind selling the house to her…so the money is actually ill-gotten gains turned clean?
Who knows. God knows. I hope we can survive this and check back with you guys soon.
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Real Job
Yup, that was my comeback after like 4 hours?! Job interviews are no fun at all. Either it's okay, or nasty... rarely had any really nice ones. The lady was really being a b* that day...not sure why she was behaving like that ... maybe she wanted to vent her frustration on us... Actually I was fortunate that I saw the previous candidate come out of the room. Her face said it all. She was like She looked so harassed, pissed...like just wanted to get the hell out of that place.
So I kinda knew what was coming ...the thought that came..oh s*...not another bad one... Well, I survived...enough to tell you this tale.
Superhero in disguise!!
Saturday, 10 November 2012
No Right to Speak
Yeah, my ex-palace fellow servant worker always tell me that she will go and see the queen to voice her complaints. I'll always reply her, "You crazy ah?!" And then she will say she will bring that laminate notice with her. I would then just smile at her...
As a victim, been there done that. I spoke my mind at the wrong time, wrong occasion. So that's what actually happened. Got slapped in the face and stuffed with more down my throat as a reminder to keep my mouth shut.
Remember back in college/ uni where you were encouraged to speak out, to give feedback/ constructive criticism during group discussions etc? Well, remember to undo all those lessons there. It doesn't work in real life. Really.
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