Christmas Tree Obsession

I used to have a christmas tree as a child, and that tree represented something precious to me. However when I was a teenager, Mutter gave the tree away to my aunt (On hindsight, I felt it was a punishment to me for not putting up the tree, when told to do so). 

I wanted that tree back, but I think that ship has sailed. Recently B1 decided to get us a Christmas tree as well (though I think in his case, it was the first time property owner sentimentality that overcame him). We checked out the real ones before he was alerted to a groupon deal for a fake one. We could tell the tree was unsold stock from yesteryear because the box had so much dust on it. But it is ok.

Swept up in enthusiasm after putting up the tree, I decided to hand make some Christmas ornaments to go with the tree and the little toys and handphone accessories that I have already put up among the branches (handphone accessories go so well as christmas tree ornaments too *haha*). I even rushed out of work to buy some materials to cover the ugly metal legs, that is how obsessed I am. 

So while getting frustrated over being unable to patch my Company of Heroes game in the new computer, and even failing to login (seriously, I can login to the other one with no problem, so what is wrong with my username and password *bloody annoyed*), I have been distracting myself with making lots of cute little ornaments like this reindeer one. 

I will upload a photo of the full set when I am done. 

The Uncle's Armchairs

Warning: Take heart, this is going to be a super long post, since it combines the chairs and their cushion covers.

Painting the Chairs

I went a little paintbrush crazy towards the later half of my mission "Refurbish Uncle's furniture" (Uncle being the dude who sold this apartment to us at a super exorbitant price, thus turning us overnight from Yuppies to Paupies). So far I had painted a rattan chair yellow (regret, should have just thrown it away, they were too oversized for the apartment. What a waste of paint, and given that 5 persons had different approaches to painting that chair, resulted in a patchy end result -.-"). my table legs green, and a chandelier blue. I am keeping my fingers crossed that it will all come together in the end.

B1 and I became fairly traumatized by the entire painting episode, me more so, because I did the bulk of the painting and the sanding, being the fussy one who wants the damn things to be painted JUST SO. I now cannot finish my painting of the lime, lemon, orange and tangerine, because the sight of a paintbrush makes my hands tingle.

Chair in its original state. You can't see the deep scratches here.

Some of the furniture left behind were these late 1980's style one-seater armchairs (they look like Teak, but they are not). There was a three-seater armchair as well, but two of the wood panels were repaired ones, and I don't think I want to risk our butts. I am not even sure how heavy was the person who broke them in the first place? Those poor chairs were put through some major abuse, scratch marks and grooves, did those people do some humping there or something? I could be sitting on the aftermath of some porno movie set.

So given my observation on how strong these panels are, I decided to take the three-seater apart, and keep them in the storeroom as backup for the two one-seaters when theirs break. Much to B1's chagrin, of course. 

I thought about it. Did I want to keep the chairs in their original color, i.e. just sand down to remove the nasty scratches on them and do a mahogany finish? Or stick to my theme, and turn them white. Lesson No 1. Think of the future. First idea was better. But since I had leftover wallpaint, I did the chairs white and thus a great disservice.

Sanded down. Well, sort of, I was sick of the sander by the time I reached the armchairs

Lesson No 2. I am not a patient painter, just dollops of paint, which kept seeping into the chair. I am now despairing on how to get the paint out and do a nice coat of furniture paint. But I will think about that when the time comes.

Chair Cushion Seats

So the arm chairs came with some cushions (10 of them). I went about checking on how much it would cost to tailor made cushions, like Mutter did for our own furniture (it cost her $1500 back in 2008). The most friendly price was the default sized cushions from this Toa Payoh shop, they had four grades, and I chose the most expensive ones @$20. The ones I wanted to get were S$60 a custom-cut cushion (not including cushion covers), which of course helped to influence my decision to take apart the three-seater.

The Toa Payoh auntie was a cow, she kept forgetting my order (she said that the cushions were not available and were specially made in Malaysia), that one month had passed, and I had come back from Hanoi, and the bloody cushions were still not ready. I had to make several calls and visits before she finally got someone to deliver to our doorstep. The cushion covers were ready before the cushions were.

Cushion Covers - Verbal Tussle with Vietnamese Upholsterers

While waiting for the paint to dry on the long suffering chairs, I flew to Hanoi for a holiday. After reading how expert sewers the Vietnamese were, I decided to bring one of the old cushion covers with me. I had tried the cushion cover on the default sized cushions at the Toa Payoh shop and discovered they were a perfect fit.

Before I left, I decided to translate my orders into Vietnamese using Google Translate. Not a great success,  in the end I had to rely on the Vietnamese-English dictionary I won from the library three years ago, and I only made the default cushion covers (I had also wanted to make cushion covers for those hideous rattan chairs).

I had interrogated poor Ductuan like mad in CoH and via email on how to get around in Hanoi, and most importantly where to find tailors in Vietnam (I had also wanted to make a dress, and naively thought that tailors/seamstresses could also make cushion covers, if the price was right). Ductuan bought his stuff ready-made, as he admitted, so he hazarded a guess and told me to try Quang Trung.

So the first day when we reached Hanoi, I cajoled one of my companions to go with me to Quang Trung. Well, when we got there, there was not a single tailor in sight, so I popped into a bank and asked them for help (figuring they could probably speak English). One of the ladies did speak some English, and she told us that there was no tailor shop along the street. When we walked out, she sent the policeman after us to call us back, and she then gave me a number to a seamstress shop in Lo Su. Like I mentioned in the other entry (highlighted url), the lady's son gave us directions to Cua Dong, where the upholsterers were. I believe now that he also mentioned Hang Dieu, but because there were so many Hangs, we kind of missed it the first time.

The Cua Dong upholsterers were aggressive. They refused my business because they couldn't speak English nor read my written Vietnamese very well. Just an abrasive wave away like we were flies. Crestfallen, we decided to make our way back to the hotel, where we got lost and passed through Hang Dieu, which was the other road with Upholsterers. Since I was stubborn, I decided to try my luck again, and went into the shop. I passed the lady a sample, and she quoted me 18,000 dong each cushion cover (which was kind of bullshit). I wanted to order 8 cushion covers from her, but decided since it was the first day (not sure if I had enough USD and Dong to cover my trip expenses), and I wasn't sure on how well she understood me, that I should withhold 4 from the order. But that is after I negotiated her down to 16000 dong (I suck at negotiations and her poker face dealt me a fatal blow), which is about S$10 a cushion cover. Btw I came back and discovered that cushion covers are about S$39 to S$59 each in a Woodlands Upholsterer's.  I was a bit irritated at the time, because I had anticipated that they would cost about US$5 each at most.

The red line signifies the path we took from our lunch place and the red dots, the bank and shops we stopped at

So five days later when I returned to Hanoi, I went to collect the cushion covers, ready to make the additional 4. The Upholsterers made the cushion covers too narrow. I could see it the minute I laid eyes on them. I was rather annoyed, and pointed out the mistake to the girl, who didn't believe me. I made her hold out the sample I gave her against one completed cushion. And it was pretty darn obvious, that the cushion covers can only cover a Japanese Zaisu cushion. Embarrassed, the lady told me to come back later in the afternoon. 

She did them correctly the second time around, but she refused to give me the leftover cloth samples that were also in the bag. Stingy. I decided against doing the other 4 covers.

At S$10 a pop, you would think I could have gotten something better? But the material is admittedly not bad. Lasting.

Finally

So after two months of effort, here is my chair. Lesson no 3. Don't cut off your nose to spite your face. Now my cushions will be naked whenever I wash my cushion covers. Another trip to Hanoi is NECESSARY.

Rilakkuma in the UFO machine, I am coming for you. I want the one in ze Blue Pyjamas.

I think I need to clean up my room

Guess what I found when I was rummaging through my room, looking for the replacement string for my backpack?

A banana-shaped candle. 

I bought it in Sydney, Australia back in 2004. Cool right?

It wasn't cheap either... about 20+AUD. For some reason, I couldn't live without getting this candle, and then when I returned from Australia, I just stuffed it in the cupboard and forgot about it. Think B1 screamed inwardly when I suggested displaying this candle at our new place *haha*.

And you know how I have been deliberating for weeks whether I ought to buy the cutlery from WMF? Even today, when I was out at Takashimaya, I was still lingering at the houseware section, deciding. Guess what? When I came home and pulled out my backpack from the storeroom, I discovered this.

Back in the day, I used to work for this scheme, which was one of the best stuff that our government ever did. Free gift for exercising. Like meist free and good things in our beautiful country were, it was discontinued. Sadly. I had totally forgotten about this because to me, it wasn't the most memorable souvenir. The items I really liked was the tent, and the backpacking cutlery (like a Swiss Army Knife set, but it had actual fork, spoon and knife compartments)

This totally resolved my problem. But didn't assuage my desire for WMF cutlery.

The dining table - I make no apologies for my love for colors

The Onkel left behind 2 dining tables, one a pretty metalic and glass table (in the dining area), another a ugly, dusty black, chipped table with dark glass (in the kitchen). Oh surprise, we discovered to our horror that the one in the dining room was actually spoilt. You could not put anything on it without it shaking like it is on a earthquake zone.

We had to prop it against the wall and fridge to stop it from shaking

Damn. Useless table. I couldn't even salvage the glass. So we had to swap it with the ugly one, and moved it to the kitchen, to await the Salvation Army people, in case they had some tools that could stop it from shaking and sell it. Turns out... no. We ended up calling the Town Council to help us chuck the stuff. Which ended up as another story, because the Town Council turned up earlier than expected and carried away the wrong stuff *sigh*.

Sorry about the mess, we were sorting out what to keep (before renovation)

B1 opined that the black table went better with our hideous chairs (which everyone else thinks look expensive). But I hated black (after going through my black and white phase), especially in a room that already looks gloomy in the afternoon. Not only that, the wood was splintering at the feet.

I toyed with the idea of painting the table blue to match my Tiffany-colored light, but the problem was that I had blue patterned kitchen tiles and I wasn't that fond of blue. So I mixed my yellow and blue paint and made a lurid green paint.

Before sandpapering nightmare

But first I had to sandpaper down the table. I understand what Bryan Wong from Renaissance felt. I hate sandpapering too, and I didn't even do a clean job like he did. Mine looked like a wooden table had an accident with a road tarring vehicle.

eeeeee

We painted the undercoat

I was reading younghouselove.com and they recommended doing two undercoats. Well, bad idea. Turned out it was too thick? Maybe because I was being a tight pussy, and reused the undercoat paint that my Vater had bought for the light *keke*.

Being a mixologist for paint. 2 tablespoons of blue and 2 tablespoons of yellow

I am quite a messy painter, I traipsed through the house with green, yellow and blue paint under my foot

The final product

I thought the table looks pretty =D. Now I need to sort out what I intend to do about the chairs. Hmm.

My Tiffany Chandelier

I don't know if it is bloody inflation or something, aber lights are TEUER in Singapur. So as you know, the Onkel left us some furniture, half of which has removed by B1 who accuses me of being a hoarder or Karang guni (2nd hand shop seller) in any breath, another quarter that have been destroyed or stolen by our shitty gay shit Contractor, also known as Donny the Cunt. 

I could go on about the Cunt for days. 

But anyway, so I am left with one quarter of the furniture, thankfully most of which I wanted in the first place. Many battles had been forged with B1 over the them, as the Onkel's furniture are of inconsistent colors, varying from maroon, dark brown, to black, and of varying conditions. All dark, some broken somewhere. Initially I wanted to go all black and white, but somehow I couldn't do it. In the end, my color themes are RGBY. He still wants to chuck them out, and now adds on a new insult. He says I am trying to paint a kindergarten, because I went overboard with the colors. *pui*

It's not my fault,

He has forgotten how poor we are. The real estate agents are being sarcastic/annoying, they keep planting brochures outside our apartment, psyching us to sell the unit. I picked one up, oh congrats, we are the idiots who paid the highest price for such a unit in the area. Someone pity us the fools.

Whatever. So among the stuff left behind, there was a really rusty chandelier. A really ugly one with brown and transparent nobs. I thought of throwing it out, thinking of the amount of effort to clean it. But a real (and nice looking chandelier) can cost minimally some hundreds of dollars, so I had to suck it up.

I am not sure whether it is rust but there was this strange green powder on it... I thought rust is brown?

How the chandelier looked like

Anyway it was a pain to get rid off. In the end, Vater broke the light down into the individual stems so that it would be easier for me to clean them. He said he would put it together for me again, when done.

Broken down

He bought some undercoat paint. Cleaning took 3 days (technically after work, so I had to do it from 8pm to 12midnight every night, with Vater's help as well), before I could paint the undercoat. The undercoat was necessary in this case, because I needed the top coat to stay on.

Initially I wanted to have it black and white, sticking to my original theme. But after I finished the undercoat, B1 volunteered to help, so I asked him to apply the black spray paint to it... To my horrors, the spray paint "ate" the undercoat, making the paint job look cracked. *silent scream* He did it to 3 stems, and the top and bottom bell shaped pieces before I could stop him.

I thought I might die. The days of effort... So in the end, I had to clean off the damage and restart the entire process again, clean and apply undercoat. *pissed*. Then I decided to buy paint instead, and while I was at the shop, I was suddenly inspired by Tiffany. Anyway, it is also because my bloody kitchen tiles are not changed and remain that weird ass blue toned tiles, so I decided to switch to a Tiffany blue.

Anyway after 3 weeks of effort, including painting and repainting, Vater helped me put the light together again. Unfortunately, COG doesn't seem to be accurate. It still looks pretty though right? Two regrets, it is even uglier to pain the brown nobs blue, so I left them brown, and I had to keep stupid flowers petaled glasses because I couldn't buy new shades. They contain a hideous brown pattern, which thankfully cannot be seen when the light is on.

End product

Bought this from Typo after dinner

Went for dinner with Boob Bro, after Vater emo and didn't want to cook dinner. =P

Our latest fad place was Sho Teppan, where you can have teppanyaki, shabu shabu, sukiyaki in a metal bowl over a very expensive induction surface. I wanted to go Kinokuniya but it was closed. WTF. Art Friends' closing time is irritating enough, now Kino too? But I was to discover that later after I hit Typo on my way there. I was initially attracted by the stretched canvases they had. So expensive!!! I set the canvas back hurriedly after seeing the price. I also noticed that they were selling little Japanese shades, so cute. 

The best part had to be the 3 for S$10 section though. They were selling a lot of letters in black, white and red. Very ApartmentTherapy-like. Unfortunately, only the red letter can be hung up. Sucked. So I bought these two pics for my bathroom and the @ was supposed to be for my computer room. Now it is used for my kitchen *haha*

Copy, Cut, Paste - How I might have missed the point entirely again

I went to Art Friends very early today (because I always get lights out *literal, because they are closing*  whenever I go there at night), tried to buy some stuff for the walls (part 2, part 1 was buying ceramic paint to cover the damage that occurred when we removed the Onkel's cabinets and built higher and shorter ones). I had seen some ideas done by others like ApartmentTherapy, and even blogs. I saw that the lady from The Children's Nest made some really cute animal silhouettes to frame in her kids' room.

[Source: The Children's Nest]

I became somewhat obsessed with that, and tried to do something different. I wanted something more grown up and sophisticated (I was aspiring to ApartmentTherapy level *winks*) so I bought some eye-wateringly expensive Japanese paper at Art Friends. I wanted to use it against my even more expensive and well-kept (well it is pretty impressive for someone as messy as me) rice paper. Unfortunately... when I got to the new place, I realized my booboo. I had been visualizing my old bedroom wall when I bought the paper. The paper does not match my new bedroom, which was like a lemon yellow. The almost orange in the paper will not match that kind of yellow. Scheiss.

But I still tried, reasoning that maybe I could use it in the living room. Oops. My bear paw swiped too hard at the delicate rice paper against the drawing pad (I sacrificed one of my precious drawing sheets because the spare drawing pad was only A5. It tore. So sad. Had to throw away the paper, which ironically matched my wall color. Sigh.

Expensive!!!

Staring at the Japanese paper. It was black with red and almost orange balls *sounds wrong*. I could either paint the background orange, which I have, or get red... which I don't have. So after B1 won the impressive Rilakkuma at the UFO catcher, we bought some red construction paper, and made this. 

Great. Now I need to figure out where to put this. I didn't plan to have a red theme or overtures anywhere in the house. Fuck.

Now to think of it... what is that between his legs?

B1 thinks I missed the point again. He said that my weinerdog looks pissed. And the loud pattern distracts the viewer from recognizing the dog. So much for sophistication.

The story of how Hoe Kee Service sucks and my Contractor is a Dickface

Today was a supremely awesomely frustrating day. 

After being hauled out of bed to make lunch like some kitchen knave, I was dragged to meet our fucking dickface of a contractor. Forced to make some talk and smile like two fake cows chewing cuds in a pasture, I had to endure an hour of staring at some crazy ass BORING tiles. I now know why every apartment renovated in the same period look the same. Because every contractor bring them to the same shop to stare at the same boring tiles. Contractor and I stared evilly at each other, after he suggested some tiles which I don't like. You see other than considering tile color, I am also limited by the fact that I am not getting rid of those shit ass ugly tiles in my kitchen. Because I am poor, and hacking and replacing tiles even in a small kitchen is suicidally expensive.

To catch you up, the reason why I am dead poor now is because we bought a super expensive resale flat in one of the most expensive places in Singapore, and now bloody S$8 went and made a imperial edict that HDB should just oversupply flats, no more Build-to-order, possibly sharply devaluating flats, and destroying all our CPFs. It's all B1's fault for being one of the 60.1% idiots who voted for S$8 and gang, and then best of all, he voted S$8 in (because he lives in his constituency. I could laugh but it will sound bitter).

So the kitchen bathroom tiles have to have blue overtures or be blue-friendly so as not to blind myself walking from the kitchen to the bathroom. As it is, I imagine my house looking super contrasting and UGLY. The Contractor (lets shorten it to Cunt, which shows the amount of contempt I have for him, and we haven't even started work on the house) kept moaning that we should choose this tile because it looks modern, that tile because it looks modern. HELLO, has he forgotten about those retro shit ass ugly tiles crawling up my kitchen? The last time I checked, retro doesn't go well with modern. I was struggling to go with classic... in the end after he was so annoyed he wandered off to smoke, we finished choosing the last tile.

Guess what? After he finished smoking, he came back in to find us, and he showed us some of the tiles he chose for the other house he was renovating. Lo and behold, it was the same tiles he tried to pawn off on us as being modern. *&^$#

He then escorted us down the road to his RECOMMENDED hardware shop, introduced us to this lady, and sat down and did his own stuff *keke*. The problem is... that shop is crazy expensive. You could tell, because the shop was empty on a Saturday afternoon. And everyone who wandered into the shop walked quickly out within two minutes. It was very depressing being trapped there out of politeness, staring at a toilet bowl we couldn't afford, and I didn't like the hobs they had there. When Cunt rushed off for his next appointment, I tried to get out of the shop but stupid B1 wouldn't let me, he wanted me to finish choosing all the stuff that I wouldn't want to buy from that shop just so that he could have the quotation (so that he could compare prices in the next store he said). I later got into a tantrum because I was tired and angry and frustrated at choosing stuff I couldn't afford. I hate shopping, and I especially hate shopping at places that do not have the things I want to buy. 

So I was incensed. I felt like I had spent hours in the place, but stupid B1 said we only spent like at most one hour. Frankly he was naive enough to be happy by the so-called 20% discount the lady was offering (I am an extremely cynical person by contrast when it comes to $). We got into an argument (while the lady was typing up the quotation in excel) and I stormed out of the shop, heading into the nearest hardware shop because I did not want to waste another second of my precious weekend in a dead end. 

Angry words later, we ended up at Jalan Besar, where we went into several shops. All busy with shoppers (we were discouraged by the waiting and left some of them) and cheaper than the one recommended by the Cunt by 20% even after she gave us 20% discount (It's like shopping at John Little or Robinsons, they mark up the shit by 300%, then during a sale, declare 50% sale, while still overcharging you at 150%, my Accounts teacher told us. She used to do their accounting). This made me even more angry at the Cunt. I told B1 bitterly that he is overcharging us and he is still getting a cut at the shop. And they charge GST to boot, while the Jalan Besar shops all included GST in their quotation.

One of the shops we wandered into was Hoe Kee "Superstore". The service sucked. Seriously. We wanted to get this guy to help us, but he offed us to this disinterested looking ATB. When we asked to take down the item (for the quotation), she just wrote on any old paper and passed it to me. I was like, huh? I told her in Mandarin, that I would like to get other stuff, and could she please help us write? She said that she did not have any more paper, when I could see that guy writing down on an order pad for another family). In the end she passed me a pen and told me to write myself. I asked her if it was because she was a Tecno employee (she was helping us on the Tecno product, and wearing a Tecno shirt). Then I could understand why she couldn't help us. But she said she was a Hoe Kee employee. So what was her fucking problem?! 

I walked back to the guy and asked him to help us when he was done with the family he was helping. He said sure, but muttered he was busy. He said he would get someone else to help us but he didn't bother. Another ATB was arranging the items in the shop and ignored us. On top of that I was further infuriated when I saw the first ATB walk past me later carrying an order pad helping another family write down their order. I just put down the pen and walked out of the shop.Hoe Kee Superstore's service sucks. I am not basing this on one employee. But all three employees.

On the other hand, Royal Fanco's Mr Henry provided pretty expert advice and excellent service. He, as well as Mr Martin from Adamas and Mr Ng from Poh Seng Hardware were very expert in their fields, explaining about the toilet collars and the size we would need, based on the age of our flat and the area it was located. Cunt didn't tell us to get any, and the lady from the recommended shop didn't even mention toilet collars. I came home and googled the shops, thus realizing that Poh Seng and Royal Fanco were well-received by others.

By contrast, there was a super friendly Chinese Mainlander Auntie in another hardware store, she was very pro in her recommendation for the item we wanted to buy.

Updated
More about that Cunt. He told us to choose the counter top colors using samples he got from some company. I chose two colors, giving him the model numbers as he requested. I chose a wheatish yellow to match my floor tile in the master bedroom and a white one for the kitchen. Since I was busy working, I couldn't make it home in time when they put the counter tops for the bathroom and the kitchen. B1 who took leave to watch the entire process, was sufficiently alarmed by the color in the bathroom that he called me.

"Did you choose orange?"

"Sure, if I go blind one day."

B1 drove over to my work to show me the color. F*ck it. That Cunt gave me the wrong color. I called him immediately and he said that I chose that color. No f*cking way. Too bad for him, I took photo of the color I chose and the company he showed me the samples from. We argued and I demanded he replace it with the right color. He refused to.

So the next day I took leave and drove to the company that he showed me the samples from. The company was shocked and said they did not take any order for my address. I called Cunt, and told him I was outside the company, and repeated what they said. He was tongue-tied that I would drive into the ulu flatted factory area just to prove the color was wrong, and only said he would give me the number of his supplier.

I usually don't bother with vendors or bad restaurants, but his awful service really broke the camel's back and I threatened to take them both to CASE. In the end I got the cost of the ugly countertop written off, but I have to live with the ugly color for life/ until I redo my reno.

3 views from my 3 windows

I count down to my stupidity

I was stubborn. I wanted to live near where I grew up. 

Yet I wasn't ready to move out of my parents' place. Now that I have been dragged against my will, screaming and kicking, to make a commitment to owning a property... the stupid housing prices rose so sharply it's scary! Basically I paid for a flat what would have gotten me a condo. Some people mock me whenever they hear how much I spend, but it's ok, I face up to reality. I wasn't ready to settle down, and those same persons will eat crow when it's their turn, seeing how prices continue to rise up without much control.

So today is the last day. I kiss goodbye to my days of a debt-free life, and welcome a mortgage that will take me eons to pay (it's 2 X the price of a new flat in the countryside, e.g. Punggol. Location, location, location), and basically chain me to my job. Yesterday we went over to do a final inspection. The uncle left us a lot of furniture, and some appliances. From what I see, we will still need to reno the house a LOT because the wiring all over the house looks like shit (being computer geeks, I forsee that we will be paying a fortune in utility bills), kitchen looks like shit, toilets look like shit and the walls look like shit. Staring at the walls, I wondered to myself, why the fuck did I pay so much? 

Since we are now the new lower income living in our neighborhood, it helps that we won't need to spend too much for furniture, though I am still trying to figure out how to restore and paint them. The furniture is a bit dented, and the colors are all over the palette, as evidenced by ten years of rental and living. One merciful thing is that the floor is liveable, though that false wall really grates on my OCD, especially when you see that the cornices actually extend into the little bedroom. So on each side of the false wall, there are three sides of cornices... wtf.

I considered taking down the wall. Hmm. Make it into a 2 bedroom apartment. But I digress. So yesterday, during the final inspection, the uncle's niece (well, the man is gleefully enjoying his retirement in New Zealand with our money) said to us that 妈祖 said to them (don't ask me how a deity confers with mere mortals) recently that this house has excellent luck. Whoever lives inside will have good luck and prosperity. (She also said that her other aunt wanted to buy the flat, but was reluctant to move out of Bedok where she lives. *roll eyes*)

Out of earshot later, I remarked sourly to B1 that even the heavenly beings are laughing at us now.