Just say no

Day One: Demolition






Day Two: Re-tiling





(Yeah, colour and all, but most of it will be covered anyway. Besides, you try finding tiles that are seasoned the exact same shade of white.)


Day Three: Cooking day! (Not that I actually cooked anything, but I theoretically could have.)







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So we finally got our new kitchen, and the construction took only three days! Well, okay, there was never anything fancy to begin with, and it wasn't even that big. But now we've chopped off about a third of the cabinets (previously L-shaped, now I-shaped), the kitchen looks visibly more spacious; heck, we could put a table with five chairs in it if we wanted! (But then it wouldn't be spacious anymore...)

The other day after dinner, while I was sitting on the sofa, reading the papers, Mom's face appeared close to mine.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I think your eyeliner smudged," she said simply.

"I'm not wearing any eyeliner," I replied in like.

"Then what are those black smudges underneath your eyes?"

"..."

So I've been having some trouble sleeping lately. In the past week, when I've finally managed to conk out, I've been awoken by loud drilling and hammering noises. I thought I'd finally get some real sleep today, but then I was awoken by the phone. Maybe I should just go goth.

It's probably partly due to this lack of sleep that I've been so uncharacteristically emotional lately; I'm usually a lot more stoic, especially in public places (which this is). No Tears, Superwoman, Girl Power -- that kind of thing -- Rowr. I'll try to get things back on track, but then again, these past weeks have been pretty life-changing, so if I take longer than planned, please just pack away all breakables, until the thrashing dies down.

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My family has a problem of not being able to say no to free stuff. As a result of which, we have three refrigerators at home, only one of which we actually bought. The other two are castaways from people who were moving houses and getting new refrigerators, but didn't want to throw the old ones away because they are semi-functional.

Fridge #1 is the main one which we typically use. Fridge #2 is an equally bulky one that sits in the wash area, unplugged, and stocked with extra utensils and cutlery that we never use. Fridge #3 is a smaller (but not tiny) fridge that is filled to the brim with my aunt's health supplements, most of which I don't even think need to be refrigerated!

I've decided that if and when we do decide to adopt Fridge #4, I'll start an ant farm in it; might as well, since there will no longer be space for any other human being in the house. Now you know. Send over all unwanted refrigerators please; I won't say no.