Friday, October 28, 2005

the internal upgrading in my house is on full blast since tues. i dunno y there can be soooo much dust considering they have only been refurbishing the 2 washrooms so far. so this is how it is huh-upgrading. my house is covered in large plastic wrappers, to keep the cabinets, living room and master bedroom out from dust. its serves very well as a curtain, stretching from the ceiling to the floor and carefully and meticulously strengthened and duct taped at all the sides by my dad and brother. apparently the plastic sheets kelambu did such a fine job at blocking away all the dust from the intended areas. it looks so lovely, somehow... and gives the house a somewhat balinese flavor. weird.

u cant begin to imagine the sheer amount of preparation needed to get the house ready for this upgrading thingy.. involving packing, shifting of furniture, covering the whole house with cardboard boxes and the such. i wrapped all my kitchen cabinets individually with newspaper so the dust wont get in, and we shield the whole house again with plastic sheets. needless to say, its been really tiring for both my parents.

cant cook for 4 days so far, and my whole family had our buka and sahur in my room. all 5 of us. actually its pretty much like sardines in a can, except sardines dun need personal space. but i m thankful nonetheless. also, it doesnt help that ive been checking even more food blogs and seeing all these delicious spreads that i would very much like to try out, esp for raya, but constricted by my stove that wont burn and visions of my white, sandy (literally) kitchen.

oh, and dun even let me get started on the portable toilet thingy. (i m gonna start nonetheless) for this upgrading exercise, we are provided communal toilet and showering facilities under the block. in addition, we are given the option to choose either a temporary makeshift toilet that theyd place strategically right smack in front of the kitchen windows OR water supply from the sink. we chose the earlier. the portable toilet has a sanitary pipe at the back linking the toilet bowl to the main sanitary channel in our real toilet. i dettol-ed it and chlorox-ed it and lap all the sides with much fervor like a deranged hygiene freak of a paranoid nyonya. i mean, i dun even wanna start thinking who and what the toilet had been previously used for, u know.

so anyways.... the toilet was super duper small, nvm.
the door cant be properly closed without force, nvm.
the door has no lock, nvm.
the 4 sides sways along with you such that you wont be surprised if d 4 sides give way all at once and leave u exposed n cursing, even for prissy yana. much akin to being in a small boat before u go green in the face cos of seasick (or claustrophobia of cramp dirty places in this case,) nvm.
it has no top, which leaves me feeling even more insecure n exposed for some reason, nvm.

nevermind. nevermind. nevermind!

but it bloody, freakin, effing LEAKS at the back, in my kitchen, for goodness heavens sake!! portable toilet? tekkkk!!!! wrong choice, babe. ultimate grossness, lor!! major eewwllll!! FFFFOOOORRRRRKKKKK, n spoons, serviettes n plates, FOORRRKK la!!

my parents sent it back after the first day and opted for the water supply instead.. urrghh.. so now we going to the communal toilet to shower and stuff. surprisingly, the standards not bad, really. like swimming complex standad, somewhere there. of cos, my original plan was to go swimming everyday during this upgrading period so i get to shower there too, like killing two birds with one stone, but considering its fasting month, i cant possibly do that now, can i?

anyways, deepavali and hari raya celeb next week, and heh heh heh, i m roped it for their boria raya performance. a little child-like enthusiasm coming from yana who has two left feet, but bring it on all the same. i m game for all these simple cheap thrills. free but priceless. the last time i performed in front of a school was like, what.. 7 yrs ago in acjc sashaying to some latin? mexican? dance to some mexican, or was it latin american song, in my flamenco-like skirt and tied-near-belly-button floral blouse, with a flower in my hair (or was i imagining the flower bit?) (with nurrul. we were in dance club-yup, she was in this stint no matter how hard she would also try to deny it afterwards..heh.. after 1st 3 months we quit! ha! ) thinking back it could have been such a sexy dance if not for my 2 left feet and total lack of appreciation for the word 'sexy' at that age. gosh.. it has been so long ago, hasnt it? now if only i have photos to prove it, but i dun..

so this time round, must must take photos. esp of my kids in baju kurung... cannot miss..

ive been outta touch with my gal pals for a while, busy, busy... miss nana, miss mona n nurrul. i dun have many good friends, but it doesnt bother me, really. the few gal pals are gems, even should we have our differences now and then. people that i can truly feel comfortable talking to. people who i wont stop babbling to, even if they pay me to shut up, even if their ears go red n gatal from hearing my voice. with whom i shed my quiet, prim, no fuss exterior and show my alter ego to... which not many people get to see, apparently.

i miss my gal pals...

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