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So, new layout, Cookie style! I really like Cookie's new album, and the song featured in the layout -- "Bar-Ba-Sol" -- must be one of my favorites. I shall babble about the album and write my very biased review soon, when I have a free minute!
In other orders of business, my London trip. I am going to see McFly at Wembley arena on Thursday the 27th of November (THIS THURSDAY!). I'm stoked. I'm going to spend 3.5 days in London, 5 days off work, I'm going to go to a place where "winter" and "Christmas" have a meaning, do some minor shopping, see some good friends (David & Uma), see a musical ("Wicked") and just chill and try to draw emotional strength to do all that I have to do (that is, figure what I'm going to study at university, and then start figuring out how to apply and also get a visa to the US and start working and organizing the trip). I've been needing this vacation so badly for so long that it couldn't have come at a better time. And hey, I'm finally going to see a live concert of a band I actually want to see! At Wembley-freakin'-arena! And we're so standing on Dougie's side. Yeah.
I even went shopping for the occasion, and actually bought clothes! I hate buying clothes. I even bought a new coat at long last. It's been years overdue.
Other than that, another big thing is happening currently in my life and that is what I call the boiler saga. Below is a copy of what I just typed as an e-mail to my friend, so I won't have to re-type it. I might've edited it a bit.
A week ago, our hot-water boiler stopped working after my little sister Sharon took a shower in the morning, forgot to close it, and left it working for about 8 hours. Turns out the part in the boiler that's supposed to stop the boiler when all of the water have warmed up (not sure of the name), didn't work, so it kept getting hotter and hotter till the pipe that's connecting the boiler to its water supply exploded, and the water started splashing out along with a lot of smoke, because they were freakin' hot.
That all happened on Friday last week. So on Friday afternoon I took a shower with the hot water that were left, and on Saturday I had to go shower at my aunt's, who, luckily, lives across the street from us. On Sunday, a man came and fixed the pipe and we were back to normal.
Then on this last Friday, a week later, mum and I were watching Survivor when the entire apartment's electricity fell at the most suspenseful moment. At first we thought it might be a thief knocking down the power to make us open the door because different areas of the apartment are connected to different grids and it takes the mother of all problems to knock the entire thing down. It wasn't a thief, it was the boiler! Turns out it didn't work at all and didn't warm any water. So it was a sunny day and my mother and sisters got to shower with the hot water from the sun but I was left with no hot water. So with a headache and with the annoyance that a week later the boiler is AGAIN broken, I went to my grandmother to shower. It was 10:30pm, which was why I went to my grandmother who is further away and not my aunt. My aunt has small children, didn't want to intrude at that time. I did go to her yesterday, Saturday, to shower though (and regretted it at once, there were so many kids there running around and screaming that I had a terrible headache).
This morning dad brought an electrician. He had described the problem to the boiler-repair-man and he told him an electrician is needed. The electrician was there for 2 and a half hours and did nothing to solve the problem. Furthermore, he also did a no.2 in my bathroom's toilet which I wouldn't entirely have a problem with if not for the fact my toilet has been broken for over a month now!! It's been leaking for over a month and about 2 weeks ago the water supply to it just stopped working so now it's not usable at all.
My father believes that if something is broken and can still be used - why fix it? And if something is broken and cannot be used - only fix it if it's uber-important. If not, it can wait. And while we do have 3 bathrooms in the house - one of them is on the second floor and I can't climb up there every time I need the toilet, and the other is my sister's, and is in a unit inside her room so I need to ask for permission to enter her room just to use the bathroom every time. It's a drag, it's annoying. Why do I have my own bathroom which I bother cleaning every week when I can't even bloody use it?!
We had a blocked-up sink in my bathroom too which my dad refused to hurry up and fix so we had to buy one of them killer-poisons that unclug sinks. It produced hot gray/black bubbles, a lot of smoke, and a smell like you wouldn't know. I had to wear protective gloves for it! Me! Because God forbids my father does something for this family. All he knows is to complain...
Sigh. I had more to say, but the boss has returned to the office (I'm at work) and it's all too bluntly obvious all these typings are not work-related! Oh well, will be out of here in an hour.
In other orders of business, my London trip. I am going to see McFly at Wembley arena on Thursday the 27th of November (THIS THURSDAY!). I'm stoked. I'm going to spend 3.5 days in London, 5 days off work, I'm going to go to a place where "winter" and "Christmas" have a meaning, do some minor shopping, see some good friends (David & Uma), see a musical ("Wicked") and just chill and try to draw emotional strength to do all that I have to do (that is, figure what I'm going to study at university, and then start figuring out how to apply and also get a visa to the US and start working and organizing the trip). I've been needing this vacation so badly for so long that it couldn't have come at a better time. And hey, I'm finally going to see a live concert of a band I actually want to see! At Wembley-freakin'-arena! And we're so standing on Dougie's side. Yeah.
I even went shopping for the occasion, and actually bought clothes! I hate buying clothes. I even bought a new coat at long last. It's been years overdue.
Other than that, another big thing is happening currently in my life and that is what I call the boiler saga. Below is a copy of what I just typed as an e-mail to my friend, so I won't have to re-type it. I might've edited it a bit.
A week ago, our hot-water boiler stopped working after my little sister Sharon took a shower in the morning, forgot to close it, and left it working for about 8 hours. Turns out the part in the boiler that's supposed to stop the boiler when all of the water have warmed up (not sure of the name), didn't work, so it kept getting hotter and hotter till the pipe that's connecting the boiler to its water supply exploded, and the water started splashing out along with a lot of smoke, because they were freakin' hot.
That all happened on Friday last week. So on Friday afternoon I took a shower with the hot water that were left, and on Saturday I had to go shower at my aunt's, who, luckily, lives across the street from us. On Sunday, a man came and fixed the pipe and we were back to normal.
Then on this last Friday, a week later, mum and I were watching Survivor when the entire apartment's electricity fell at the most suspenseful moment. At first we thought it might be a thief knocking down the power to make us open the door because different areas of the apartment are connected to different grids and it takes the mother of all problems to knock the entire thing down. It wasn't a thief, it was the boiler! Turns out it didn't work at all and didn't warm any water. So it was a sunny day and my mother and sisters got to shower with the hot water from the sun but I was left with no hot water. So with a headache and with the annoyance that a week later the boiler is AGAIN broken, I went to my grandmother to shower. It was 10:30pm, which was why I went to my grandmother who is further away and not my aunt. My aunt has small children, didn't want to intrude at that time. I did go to her yesterday, Saturday, to shower though (and regretted it at once, there were so many kids there running around and screaming that I had a terrible headache).
This morning dad brought an electrician. He had described the problem to the boiler-repair-man and he told him an electrician is needed. The electrician was there for 2 and a half hours and did nothing to solve the problem. Furthermore, he also did a no.2 in my bathroom's toilet which I wouldn't entirely have a problem with if not for the fact my toilet has been broken for over a month now!! It's been leaking for over a month and about 2 weeks ago the water supply to it just stopped working so now it's not usable at all.
My father believes that if something is broken and can still be used - why fix it? And if something is broken and cannot be used - only fix it if it's uber-important. If not, it can wait. And while we do have 3 bathrooms in the house - one of them is on the second floor and I can't climb up there every time I need the toilet, and the other is my sister's, and is in a unit inside her room so I need to ask for permission to enter her room just to use the bathroom every time. It's a drag, it's annoying. Why do I have my own bathroom which I bother cleaning every week when I can't even bloody use it?!
We had a blocked-up sink in my bathroom too which my dad refused to hurry up and fix so we had to buy one of them killer-poisons that unclug sinks. It produced hot gray/black bubbles, a lot of smoke, and a smell like you wouldn't know. I had to wear protective gloves for it! Me! Because God forbids my father does something for this family. All he knows is to complain...
Sigh. I had more to say, but the boss has returned to the office (I'm at work) and it's all too bluntly obvious all these typings are not work-related! Oh well, will be out of here in an hour.
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