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At last I have my own place again. When I saw the place, I fell in love with it. It had been badly vandalized during the last year since the previous owner absconded to Mozambique.

All the electrical fittings, wires, and cables were stolen. All the plumbing, including the hot water cylinder, were ripped out. Almost every room have holes in the ceilings as they were searching for the hot water cylinder, aluminum sliding doors and window frames were broken out and even the swimming pool (15 cm of filthy water) filter and pump were stolen and most of the gutters were destroyed.

The house was truly in a bad state but there were so many plusses. Four bedrooms, a massive 75 square meter barbeque room, a garage big enough for three cars, and to top it all, a cozy granny flat. Ah, and then I did not even mention the other 75 sq meter room sitting on top of the barbeque room, also with a fire place and a large balcony.

I made a ridiculous offer for the place, which I thought the bank would reject but they accepted and I became the owner of a 20-year-old ruin.



But now, only a few weeks later, I have rewired the place, restored the plumbing, and had new windows and doors fitted where they were broken out. I have contracted a plumber to install a new hot water cylinder. They installed it on Friday and I have just moved in. Now I’ll tackle the ceilings and have the place painted, leaving the pool for last. I never wanted one. Too much work!

Well, now you know what kept me away from CS for so long, and I suspect that I’ll be busy here for quite a while.

It was so distrubing when you were disturbed in the sleep at night. That night our next door neighbor whose lovely teenage girl cried sadly for a long time, and also I heard loud voice of something falled down at that monent, this was not the first time happened since they rented that apartment last summer for their daughter's study.

More worse, that over here, my dad might think it was not enough noise to be made, he wanted to add more like somewhat theatrical play and he was immersed in it for a long time as well. Then over there the girl cried loud, over here dad shouted loud to "let 'them' get up and cook ..." Poor me was suddenly awaked by such mess symphony and couldn't help to be surrounded by it. I tried to stop dad cos he has a big voice, (most of the time I can,) but this time he seemed not listen to me. He said they were too lazy to get up and continued his waking 'them' up ... I laid in my bed helpless but only headache untill their sound faded in their weary at the end.

I wondered why that girl cried so aloud ? In her age she should has many happy time. Has her parents no any mercy on their only daughter crying so sad before her sleep? I do hope that girl can less cry, more laugh in her future life.

Nice weekend to you!

My oldest daughter is down from Oregon. She and the family spent the week visiting relatives and stuff. The kids were in Spring break and so was her husband. He is one if the chairs in the Pharmacology Dept. Last night was Dad's turn.

Me and my twins went to visit them and to have some dinner. Her son is quite an athlete and excels in basketball. Gramps (me) used to spend alot of time playing and shooting hoops with him as a young boy. Shooting hoops became our passion so now when he's down shooting hoops is a must! And last night was no exception.

e went to the park and my son took his son along with us and my new grandson got totally excited with the basketball. Hmmmm! It appears there's a new basketball player on the horizon.

I went to a church event today and when I got home my son had bought his son a basketball just big enough for him (He's 1 yr and about 7 months old). I was so happy when I saw my little grandson playing with the basketball trying to dribble it.

As I sat at the computer I heard them dribbling the ball. It made my heart swell with happiness. and I got a few tears in my eyes. You see, when my son was his age he didn't let me hold him and when I trIed to get him interested in sports he would pull away from me. And now here he is. He's close to his son and they were outside dribbling the new basketball.

Dribble ... dribble ... dribble!

A tear came to my eye and a lump gathered in my throat as I remembered how my son shunned me and here he was now with his son. No, I'm not hurt or mad. I'm very happy!

My son is 17 in june, he's quite rude, lazy and doesn't really care about any thing, least of all his mother. I'm in the UK at the moment and he is with his mother, I had conversation with her as she is moaning about his behavior and untidiness and said, where did we go wrong. ?

Of course as parents we try to bring them up as best we can, but do they owe us anything ? it wasn't their choice to be brought into this world, it was our choice. He's not a bad lad, doesn't smoke nor drink, steal or take drugs so it could be worse.

I know I'm here to provide for him, he lives with me, but I know when he eventually flies the nest, I will only ever hear from him if he needs money.

I wonder at what point do I say no...

ELDERS ABUSE AND NEGLECT

I’ve just read an article about abuses and neglects of helpless elders. It’s heart breaking, they are our mother, our father, our aunts, uncles and neighbors. Why many people have turned their back and forgot their elders?

Are they that busy…is it cultural ? or is it selfishness?

I came from a society where in general , parents raise their children with love and taught them how to love and care for their elders and that one day it's our turn to take care of them. With some exceptions, we don’t leave them in “home “ for the aged and let others professionally “care” them . NO, we love our elders and do our best to care them and make them feel so loved. We take our aunts and uncles in our home if they have no kids to care them, even our friends and neighbors. We feel it’s our turn to care and love them as they cared us when we weren’t able to look after ourselves.

Until their last days, we look up to them, they remain to be the king and queen of our household…not a resident of any care facilities.
I love and respect my elders.

I know with all my heart that my son will do the same for me one day.

40 years ago i was 9 years old, a young lad full of life, but from the age of 9 I saw my mum and dad fight quite often over a period of 10 years. Those fights were because my dad was having affairs and when mum would confront him he would beat her, and on one occasion I watched him floor her and kick her in the stomach breaking 3 of her ribs.

Those visions have stayed with me but I tried to bury them,and though I had. One women in particular that my dad had an affair with for 10 years, he ended up marrying. This women would call our house 3 times a day for 7 years, we changed our number but she always found it. She even spoke to me one day and said she was my dads wife, I was 10. She even told my mum she was having his baby. My mum stuck it out until the last son left home, me, at 21. She then threw dad out and after 2 years he married this evil woman who made my childhood hell, as well as my mums.

My dad told me he was leaving, I looked at him and said good, that was in 1981..I never saw him again. He died of cancer and on his last dieing day he called out my name many times, but I was no wear to be seen.

From what I hear from my brothers his 2nd wife wanted him stuffed because she could not bare to be without him, yes a nutty women. My dad died in 1995 and that was a relief for me and it was time to forget. My mum had endured hell, yet she never complained, she was the best mother anyone could wish for. She died of cancer 5 years ago, and i remember vividly one day walking into her house, she was staring out the window, knowing she had weeks to live, she was looking back at her life, as she turned to met I knew what was going through her mind.

I will never forgive my dad or that women for why they put us through.

This morning i had a friend request on Facebook from someone called Paul Shamu.so i was curious and accepted...iI was in shock when I saw who it was..it was this women who had made my life a misery...she had remarried but she had posted photos of my dad and her on holiday in the 80's..when he was still with mum..perosnal photos of my dads brothers.. so many things.

I could not believe my eyes..and why was she doing this..40 yrs later...I used Facebook to vent what had been boiling all those years on her FB page..she denied everything..her response was..it takes two.

What and why did she do this, she was not content in making my life a misery in my youth..to now rub it in 40 years later...

should I forgive ?

Good bye everyone...

Abt 3 months I join CS has gave me new experience even though not changing anything in my life.

Next Sunday is my H day.. My wedding day.

Thank you everyone for welcoming me when first time I joint...

i need someone to love me most? Is there anyone to love me?

It is what keeps relations together, even if u scream and shout and maybe worse, u still hold on to someone.
But if that one is ur doctor, too and he treats u wrong and insufficiently what keeps u going on?
I guess there may a stage be reached when it is time to run away.