Lately ...

My home underwent a horrendous renovation, as part of the upgrading programme for this neighbourhood. Our toilets were totally revamped, and doors and windows were changed. During these 11 days of construction furore, drilling was rampant. Workers were stamping around in their dirty boots pushing carts of cement. Sand, dust and cement bits were strewn all over the floor. And with our toilets looking like that ...

... I had to make do with a temporary toilet (which looked like those kinds used in Chinese funerals) that was installed in the middle of the kitchen. Life was tough without the shower heater.

Mum even came up with a hypothesis: The better you treat the workers (the Banglas and Chinese nationals), the better they will carry out their work. So she brewed barley and chrysanthemum drinks for them everyday, and even occasionally bought lunch for them. True enough, everything was completed in good condition, whereas the other neighbours (including 4th Aunt) who quarrelled with them, complained about them and fussed over trivial things received shoddy work like leaking pipes, poor cementing and gaping holes in the wall. You should have seen that gleeful smirk on her when she said that they even gave her free rubber stoppers for the windows.

Work is fine, because I enjoy writing about the roads.

Don't be fooled by my messy desk. The papers and notepad are just a facade to mask my daily surfing of the Net, playing of minesweeper, reading of magazines and even phone-chatting. There just isn't enough work to keep me busy.

I think I am starting to like Mum's stupid mangly Meow Meow, from all angles.

From the sweet and serene look ...

... to the cuteness ...

... to the weird contorted sleeping poses