I looked into the Mirror

I am not the type who look into mirrors much, unless necessary, i.e. when putting on cosmetics, removing stuck lettuce from teeth, trying on clothes in fitting rooms, etc. I don't even do it when I'm putting on lipstick and combing my hair. So I didin't really realise how haggard I look until today when I was at the office loo, when I happened to catch a glance of my own reflection.

God forbid. My hair's all over the place, huge bags under my eyes, and a sickly swarthy complexion. What the hell happened to me?! I need a haircut. I'm starting to look like a Shih-Tzu, minus the cute factor. And I need to sleep earlier?...You don't handle stress well, Ju. I tell myself that and I feel ashamed for being inadequate.

But yes, the day I've been dreading has arrived. My tenant from hell is supposed to be moving out today. Keat and I will be driving 45 minutes down to the place to get my keys back. Yeah. But you don't understand. My tenant from hell is NOT just any tenant from hell. He has a his HUGE family living in my cramped apartment. The guy has 3 wives actually, and that's allowed in Islam. So whenever I visit, I see naked kids running around the house and full-grown adults lying around on the floor like refugees. Can't tell who is who, but I'm pretty sure they're all related to my tenant one way or another.

I can't even bear to look into the rooms yet because I know I will suffer countless sleepless nights when I see the mess they've made. From the plain view of the doorway, I can already spy my walls being scribbled over with crayons and markers. Neighbours call me up to complain that they mess up the surrounding area with soiled baby pampers and menses pads. I feel so defeated. I will even pay them to remove themselves from my premises. Last time I checked, I'm already doing that. Plus, they haven't been footing the electricity and water bills since June/July and the amount is unbelievable. This is a lesson for me to state the number of people in my next tenancy agreement. T_T

Sigh......I just hope they'll move out as promised today so I can clean up my place and have some nice Chinese family move in. If they don't, I'll have to make a police report and things will be ugly. Ugly would be when I padlock the house and force all the kids and babies and adult into the street. Ugly would be when I get beaten up by the few men who's somehow related to my tenant. Yippee.

I hate being an adult. Especially an adult who's starting to look like a Shih-Tzu.

Okay, lunch break. Believe it or not, I've actually been working since morning. Must be getting sick of slacking off.