No More Makeshift Kitchen

After all my whining and moaning, the new 'wet' kitchen is finally done up. Its gorgeous. Its sparkling. Its spiffy. My dad is planning to turn the actual kitchen area into a dry kitchen/lounge area so I can entertain my friends and cook at the same time. Muahaha.


So here is an official invitation to you guys (and by you guys, you guys know who you are!): HOUSE WARMING, in February. On the menu: Beef stew with potatoes! Fried chicken! Cabbage with corned beef! My special omelletes and rice. If I got time I make soup. For dessert -chocolate mousse, what else??? Lol.


For entertainment, we have cards and Monopoly. Don't cringe! Monopoly with friends (more than 5) is uber-fun.

Sunrise over Sin Chew

Thought the sky looked so pretty, like a painted picture. Sorry my camera phone ain't the greatest, nor are my photography skills. Heh.

And here is something I have never seen (which I think is rather stupid, really), but J said its common....

What the -

and because my friends are absolutely hilarious, awesome people

There is a grimace on K's face coz' I snapped the camera when he was still talking. Har de har. Photo taken on 22nd December (yeah I know, so belated, but there is something screwy with my phone... transfering pics is a hassle) during a special Xmas dinner at K's place.

J is on the left, V in the middle and K on the right. They are doing that Dragonball thingy, with V framed in the middle. *snigger* Too bad I took it on VGA. Should have done it on 3MP.

But this pic is for the amusement of all. Har har har.

*ahek, ahek*

There is dust everywhere, gardarnit.

Dust on my lappy. *whoosh*

Dust on my carpet (among other things) *har-chew*

Dust on my bed. *ahek*

Dust, dust, dust everywhere.

Not Stardust. Not GoldenDust. Not any kind of mysteriously magical dust which will magically transport me to a magical dust-free land.

CONCRETE DUST. Thats what it is.

Its everywhere. It permeates my clothes, skin, hair, feet, arms, legs (and certain areas not polite for mentioning in blogs.......)

*awkward silence*

I meant my dog's underbelly, what did you think???????

Since construction/renovation began two weeks or so ago, I have been denied the use of my kitchen (except for boiling water) and have not had a proper decent coffee+egg sandwhich breakfast of which I am so utterly fond of. Its horrible.

I do not care that now the back part of my kitchen (formerly known as storeroom/treadmill room) is turning out rather nice and spiffy, I don't care the tiles look great, I don't care about anything.

I WANT MY KITCHEN BACK! I want my egg sandwhich! I want my one-hour breakfast! I do NOT want to eat on my bed anymore!

(because the upstairs has been turned into a temporary kitchen, with the plates, cups and utensils all on the library/landing area)

I am being so whiny. It will be over in a week, actually (gotta stop for CNY) but I will still mumble and grumble. 

Oh well. There IS one, just ONE good thing about this though.... Kitchen chores have been magically reduced to zero. 

T-T Still no consolation. 

On other matters though... Classes start again pretty soon, yes?? Congrats for all me buddies for our rather good results (seeing we all thought we would fail, I myself am pissed at myself for f-ing up my BC paper, but that is of no mater).

And that means you, K. See what a little studying can do?? Your results are so much better this round! 

See you all in class on Monday!!!!

P/S: God I missed you guys. Truly.

...and here's saying goodbye to 2008

2008 ended

               with a good 3 days of alternately shivering violently (teeth chattering), vomiting and crying from the pain in my feet and hands. A nasty viral fever which left me completely confounded, frightened that I caught dengue and with so little appetite I forget what food tastes like. Worst 3 days of my life. 

39.3 degrees. Thats how high it was for 3 whole days. I hit nearly 40 sometime on the first night, I think.

Frightened the heck out of my mom too. She rushed me to the hospital (went to the clinic twice before, both GPs pescribed antibiotics (dumbasses) and did nothing to cure me) when I told her my toes have gone blue and numb, and my hands went swollen and red. Took a blood test to rule out dengue. Blood counts a bit low, says doc, but nothing alarming. A very nasty viral fever is all it is.

And now it is day 5, I feel better, but am left with sore hands and feet, tender skin and a thirst that won't go away. A lethargy that pretty much confines me to my bed, and even now, as I type, I am appearing offline, and I don't actually want to type this at all but I know I have to do something or I'll go crazy.

Total casualty includes a few million brain cells and all my taste buds. 

So sorry if I am not in the mood to talk, or do not reply messages. I am just not in the mood. Perhaps when I am not feeling lousy I will emerge again.

3 complete days in bed can do nasty things to a person, and constant, self-pitying brooding is the worst of it. So now I am in a less-than-cheery mood, and in a deep blue funk. 

2009 began

           with a nasty cement taste in my mouth (from the renovation going on). Everything seems tinged with it now. The noise is deafening. 

My kitchen is going to be done up all spiffy, with a wet/dry kitchen like me mom always wanted. The tiles are going to be hacked up, replaced (and very nice tiles they are) and the toilet downstairs refurbished. 

The upstairs isn't spared, and the parquet will be replaced with tiles, the toilet will be spiffied up too. 

My dad is going the DIY way. He has hired, on recommendation from a neighbour, a very hardworking independent sub-contractor, who does all the work, and my dad bought the materials himself. Its saved my mom a bundle of cash, and in the end will cost much less than what we were first quoted.

There's cement dust and mud dust and wall dust and all manner of dust covering every inch of my house now. 

Bleargh. I itch.

So its' 2009. Its yet another year of heartache, joy, happiness, misery, stress and trepidation. 

2008 has been a more eventful year than I like, what with emotional, physical, and friendship stress. I hope I grew a little wiser, but overall I think I just got more cynical and far less trusting of people. There is a Lesson somewhere hidden in the folds of 2008, but I think I missed it. I got its' cousin, Bad Mistakes, instead.

I made Bad Mistakes, I made Good Choices and hopefully 2009 will see more of the latter. Maybe this time I'll keep my eye out for Lesson Learned too.

So now this post is ended. Not quite a happy end-of-year post, but then again. 

How many New Years does one spend amidst dust, dirt, cement, cracked lips and sore feet?