dong dong dong qiang!
dong dong qiang! dong qiang! dong qiang!
hence it was proclaimed unto the residence of colin and dean that a spring cleaning be carried out on the eve of chinese new year to usher in the year of the pig!
oink! squeal! oink!
colin was the charge d'affaires of the kitchen and me... well i claimed the bathroom & toilet as my domain.
before...
the molton browns, the biotiques, the shambhalas.... it's a major mess
i had to remove 'em all elsewhere temporarily to scrub the the tiles they have been resting on... mildew and mould...bleagh
the toilet seat cover can barely fit those damn toiletries
got a better picture of what i mean?
and the result of a painstaking anal retentive work of arranging 'em all in grids and rows...
and the larger picture...
these brands ought to pay me for my blatant product placements actually...
lichelle, if you are reading this, can you recognise the ayurvedic biotique stuffs from the taj hotel mumbai? grin...
and a fresh new floral arrangement as centrepiece to usher in the new year... it was colin's brilliant and ingenius arrangement
bathroom squeaky clean, kitchen absolutely grime-free, living room fluffed up... we're ready for the new year.
but i left my bedroom in a state of mess... i was all too pooped out to do anything about it
in the evening, colin and i walked down to the corner coffee shop in the village and we had a pretty quiet reunion dinner. and then we called it an early night. snore...
kong hey fatt choy
xin nian kuai le
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