The Bitch's New Clothes (Extreme Makeover)

Having secured the place, we move on to transforming this sloppy den into a cosy nest. One can never imagine how aMAZEingly bureucratic our country is. We were totally 'snooked' and nearly couldn't find our way through this complex network of government agencies.

Problem 2: The Bitch's New Clothes

Change of Use

The change of use certificate was a bitch, we were told to pay almost $800 just for the authorities to say, 'thank you for your generous contribution to our gracious society!'.

I remembered saying, ' haha.. imagine go through all these planning and looking for a place and in the end URA says unapproved! I will bang my balls man!'.

Kitchen

he construction of the kitchen was a bitch as well, it never ceased barking at us. As the space was previously used as an office, we had to practically tear down everything and build it from scratch. I'm not going to repeat all those shit that we have been through for partitioning a small little space for a kitchen. stop barking at me bitch!

Aircon

The aircon was truly an airhead, it just keeps me cool on the surface but farts unceasingly underneath. As mentioned, that silly airhead just gets in the way, farting its incessant gas as well as smoging up our otherwise, picturesque balcony. We have to move it to somewhere else so that couples can make out at the balcony without getting 'heated' up for the wrong reasons by some dubious fart.

Contractors

Dealing with them was a heartwrenching experience, as i said, I really don't like rejecting folks. While some contractors are truly Jack the Ripper (u know? rip off?), while most just whistle their time away, without any sense of urgency.

Lo and behold, Waikee's mum casually suggested her home renovation contractor thinking that we will just stove the old folks' advice away. To her surprise, we actually engaged him! Boy! was he a jolly good fellow! (Next time, wanna build house call him! 97573721) See? we do take old folks' advice.....



What you read in the blog entry might just be a few paragraphs, but behind these innocent languages hides months of hardwork and an experience which I find it hard to describe.

Paragraphs after Paragraphs, Months after Months. Anymore?