No water to shower....

Shower is broken

So, I either have to

1. use the bath tub-slow. Not what you want to do everyday. How to wash my hair PROPERLY?
2. dun bath
3. bath sam hui style. Too bad the you tube video is removed already, otherwise I would have put it here! Basically I have to make use of a basin and a towel. Sigh. I dont think I have used this method for the past 20 years? Only remember doing something like this when there was a long drought when I was a small kid.

And the landlord is suddenly busy again. A few says ago, he was super efficient in calling the management people, who in turn told us they could turn up at before 8 am to inspect the flat to detect reasons for the mould. Woah... suddenly so efficient? For months, they don't do anything, and now?

A year without A&A

This year will be much better than last year. Although this house is mouldy, and may cause me to have asthma, skin allergy.................(blah blah blah).........................................and some say lung cancer... .. I no longer have A&A!!!

Hahaha. I almost forgot my good fortune until read poor Bisoumoi's blog. My heart went out to her-"small gal" in London.

I am "big", but still get "towered" by A&A, and decimated by A's shouting whenever she disagreed. When you are short, if people look DOWN at/on you and shout.... you will be too stunned to reply! Thanks to her, I learned the technique to never sit down when she/we wanted to "talk", and stand at least 3 feet away. Away from her flying knives. Serious, knife! She liked to gesture with the knife in her hand and point it at you when she asked you questions. Can you disagree when the knife is just inches away from your throat??? I did seriously worry about what this crazy couple could do! This stand away technique is now applied to that guy at work, who is a master is body language and positioning!!!!

Gone are my A& A days.

ET no longer have to be worried. Sorry to make you worry so much ET. It probably was not as bad as what you heard on the phone.

I can now sleep soundly. Eat without worrying my stuff are contaminated. Breathe without fear that there might be TB in the air, as that bastard (err... actually he is really a bastard-by birth, so I always felt bad whenever hubby gets really angry and referred to him as "The bastard". "A" had one day "ops!" out to me; after he gave her bruises on her arms , cheek and maybe other places that I could not see) got to clear tonnes of phlegm a day-shooting then into the sink/out of the balcony into the field-even if the sink contained plates or vege soaked in a container. I also don't wake up from afternoon naps with men in work clothes in my kitchen-drinking beer, and peeing in my toilet.

ET no longer have to be worried why the hell my housemate bang on my front door so loudly, without stop, even when I was shouting back, "I am coming, I am coming, hold on please"- just to get me open it for him; and then suddenly opened my bedroom door without knocking. He just wanted to see you, ET. I had taken longer than usual to open the door for him, and he heard me talking to you! He was probably convinced I hid someone in my room (probably naked men) and wanted to see who I was talking to. He did not know there is a thing called cell phone! If he knocked the door, you could have flattened like the Incredible Woman, and hid under the divan of my bed, or crawled into my drawer. I am safe now in my own home. I moved out. That is A for you. Psychologically damaged kid. Forever suspicious. Think that people would steal/cheat because he does that to others. Pity him. Pity both of them.

A, the female-beautiful, rich, DOCTOR (must emhasize this, since she always emphasize it). Only daughter of a pretty rich man.

A beautiful life ruined by her inferiority complex because of some really tragic history-she blurted out to me the day A hit her. Although I dont really like her because she is very scheming, I also have a soft spot for her. Even now, sometimes I wonder if she is ok. I think she is good natured deep down inside. I really pitied her. She thinks no good men would want her, and always "try to do good". She ended up picking up A. (Do good by picking up stray cats and dogs, sistas! Not men!) A had been telling her she is ugly. (My foot! I give her 8.5/10, at least! I don't mind living 5 years shorter to look like her). Her life is now dedicated to "saving A". Gosh. I used to wish her luck. But after a year living with them, I knew this guy is up to no good, and he is not good natured at all! She will have a sad life with him. Mark my words.

A the male-damn handsome! But... spent a part of his life in the infamous orphanages. I think he shows signs of being a psycho. Sadistic. Scary. Really Scary. You have a guy here who did not consider a gal as his gf, but beat up a "cheap woman" because she talked to other men, ie his boss? A was slapped because the guy at the Turkish shop round the corner recognized her and said "Hello!" I did not dare to talk to him at all, after A told me she was slapped because A believed the only reason a woman would talk to a man is to seduce and get F-ed!!! OMG! Hello!!! Wake up!!! He already had a history of brutally beating up his wife! To my shock, A thinks that he loves her. He hit her lightly; when he used to kick and beat up his wife badly, even while she was pregnant!!!!

I was like????STOCKHOLM's syndrome!!!!

"You stupid woman, he needed you now. He does not even know how to get around on his own! He cant even read maps and sign boards!"

..... of course I kept that to myself, or I might have been murdered.

Enough of psyhoanalysis.

Bottom line is...I shall never ever... never ever stay with other R. They look so good on the surface, you never know what you are going to get.

new year effect...

Must be because it is 1st January, and I am too broke to go out. That is why I am flooding my blog with posts.

Just this morning, we were so sad/angry/disappointed (can't exactly describe the feeling!) that the flags of X country is flying as part of EU. It is as if proof that crime/fraud/lies work, and law abiding people like us are stupid! Yes, in their own words, stupid. Hubby and I are stupid. The English are stupid (and dirty too!).

• Darn, one doctor who got what she wanted-indefinite right to remain, and now a practicing as a doctor soon. If I go to a church or a temple, I must remember to pray for all the patients who will get treated by her.
• One darned doctor who did not manage to pass those qualifying tests, and blamed it on the inferior medical system in England, and decided she did not need to study or pay fees, when all she got to do was to wait for 2008.
• One pathetic doctor who tried to do funny things with the council tax and put down our names (and removed theirs) behind our back, (when we had told them we will pay council taxes, and not cheat,) so that we get into trouble if they get caught, and they saved the tax money.
• One doctor who lied so much, that we were wondering if she was stupid, or she thought we are really so stupid.
• One doctor who told me if I got money, I can get my indefinite right to remain immediately (is that how she got hers??), and paid £1000 per year to "attend" (but never go!) some dubious college for a degree in Biomedical science management, and remained here on a student visa.

• One more guy who could not produce his passport, depended on his NI number card (which got me really suspicious when mid last year, there was big news about NI fraud and illegal immigrants).
• One more guy who probably had a criminal record in his own country, , beaten and abandoned his wife and blamed his actions on her producing a son for him and forced him to marry her. He might as well said he revenged because he was raped!
  
• One guy who was smart enough to hook up the only daughter of a "rich man", and told me on the first day I arrived how rich his gf was.
• One smart aleck who would check the metres-electricity and gas meters the moment he arrived home.. and then displayed his smartness by saying.. "oh, you washed clothes!".. and then bluff about how little his friend spends on electricity.
• One bloody slimy guy who pretended he could not understand English whenever we tried to talk to him, and he is on the wrong side.
• One complete idiot who used metres of masking tape to fix the shower head to his favorite position and told me it was spoiled, and implied I had spoiled it ("Don't change position.. blah blah... it is alright, I fixed it with the tape").
• One idiot who bluffed that he fixed the shower head with silicon when his "lie" was exposed-- I removed the masking tape and found it working perfectly. (Hello.. I know more these stuff than you do, ok? I am my dad's gal.)
  
• One snake-y guy who would act as if we are in the wrong by saying "it is alright, no problem, next time don't do again", whenever he did something wrong/stupid. The shower head incidence is just one of many examples.
  
• One hypocrite who complained about things being not neat/dry enough, being clean blah blah blah, when he shoots his phelgm into the sink which contained cups and bowls, and scratch his ass hole and "the front part" while cutting cucumbers for the salads. (One day I thought why don't he take out the other cucumber and cut it as well. Cure another place of itches ... BAD evil me) Oh, did I mention he was my alarm clock? I woke up - at first from his slamming of the doors , and then from his daily phlegm clearance at the balcony, right outside my room.

Their hygiene was so good that if they fall sick, we never managed to escape it.These people don't wash their hands. Yes, the doctor too! I had to go around with disinfectant wet tissue in my pocket (trying to be discreet, and not make them feel bad), and disinfect door knobs, taps, toilet seats. Call me paranoid, but how would you feel someone blow his/her nose (sometimes with bare hands), dont wash their hands properly, and touch this and that? You don't do this when you have a flu! Ewwww Ewww..............That is why good luck to patients who see her! She "borrowed" my basin-meant to wash my delicate stuff for his (infected) feet soaks, and expected me to still wash my lingerie there!

I can never finish with talking about them and did not realise how stressed I was, and how much I lived in fear. At one time, I would set my alarm clock to 4 30 pm. At 4:30 pm, I would go to toilet, bring in a cup of water (and biscuits etc), and hide in my room until hubby comes home. I would wait for the sounds of the idiot coming home, and hoped that it was 1 person, not a few!

I feel sorry for the guy who took over our room. He was chosen from more than 30 people who viewed our room for some reasons. Like hubby, he looked terribly bookish and a new kid in town. He was lucky though, we were around, and they did not cheat him an extra £10 per week. But of course, he must have been surprised (by now) that one half of the professional couple is actually a "painter"-not that kind which contribute works to the National Gallery.. The doctor who had implied she was a medical lecturer is actually working as a masseur/"carer"/phlebotomist.

We had a really beautiful place, but housemates from hell

Life as a tenant-a price to pay to roam the world

"If you want to roam the world, you got to put up with the life as a tenant, ie renting your home."

That is what I have been telling myself, bravely. Sigh.. at one point, I almost cried on my while walking home, thinking how every step would bring me closer to a hell hole, a toxic home which might do unrepairable damage to my health, both in the near future and in years to come.

The mould is still there, and it still bothers me. With the advice of people from CAB, we managed to coaxed/persuade/threatened (haha) landlord to come and check it out and do something about it, and not just push the blame to "the way we live".

It was very clear when they came in, that we live in horrible conditions. Just look at the way his wife and son rubbed their noses!!

They brought along their dehumidifier, and the indicator showed how damp the flat is was! The readiniwas high seventies, when teh humidity outside is only in the sixties! That was with the windows slightly open, and the heaters blasting away.

They also found dampness in the loft, and promised us to call the management of the estate to check it out. They did not give very conclusive answers to what they are going to do with the broken/loose tiles which logs water in the bathroom, and the faulty washing machine. (Typical of LANDLORD, very very unwilling to fork $$$ or £££ for anything!!!)

Hope it will all turn out well. With the dehumidifier cum air purifier on, this place is more livable. I am less itchy, sneezy, and cough less. From last afternoon to the time before we went to bed (about 12), the dehumidifer extracted about 3 litres of water (some our small flat!!), and it is still going crazy trying to extract more. I shudder when I think of the electricity bills. 400W machine, running 24 hours a day. No joke.