6 months, 6 freaking months! That’s how long it takes to get ownership of a property in Malaysia these days.
Anyway, now that episode is over, we officially got our keys to the apartment!
Whenever they say ‘handing over of keys’ I always imagine a little ceremony where the ex-owner passes the keys to the new owner as he cuts the red ribbon before proceeding to go into the new apartment. The rest of us will clap happily and proceed to go in to sip some champagne while munching on finger food while ooooh-ing and aaah-ing at the new crib.
Alas, these kinds of things only happen in my head and not in reality.
In reality, all you have is an annoying wife forcing you to look at the camera as you open the door (and men as you know absolutely cannot multi-task, tsk)
And if you’re lucky, the rest will be looking over cheering you on, grinning from one end to the other for no apparent reason.
And if you’re Indian, it takes two people to open a door ….
And 3 male cousins to help you move your shit, even if you just live next door!
Everyone was pre-warned earlier itself of the apartment’s nasty condition to avoid any heart attack. The whole place literally needs to be knocked off before it can be even called a decent home. But then again, if you’re paying below market price, at least about RM40k cheaper, these are the litte things you’ll have to put up with!
The previous owner took no liberty whatsoever to renovate the place since she bought it in 1995. Thus we have this present condition to put up with. JOY!
So come, let me give you a little tour of our shitty-ugly-duckling-soon-to-be-awesome pad.
Here’s the kitchen – soon-to-be a place where I’ll be cooking away my baby’s solids. I’ve not cooked in 4 bloody months!
Note the broken tiles, charming isn’t it? Gives the place an antique feel
The living room:
It wasn’t me!
Now for the ugly rusty old toilets
I could puke right about now.
Banglas hard at work moving boxes :p Goodbye old rented apartment, it was never really a home for certain reasons
I couldn’t help much given my ‘disc degeneration’ problem hence I was promoted to supervisor
Roshan just dicking around, as usual.
DOWN. Ok now get to work!
After all that hard work (no pun intended, lol) , the husband tooks us all out for lunch. On him. There’s got to be some incentive and reward after a good job done, no? Supervisor included
So there, a tour of OUR first new home. If you went ewww what a shit-hole. I dont freaking blame you. I would gladly double your ewww. But I would like to think of the apartment as an ugly duckling right now, just waiting and itching to be converted into a beautiful swan. Reminds me of how I looked like back then but that’s a different story altogether. It does deserve a second chance, really.
Quotation for renovation takes place tomorrow, pray that we won’t have to resort to a second job! Or worse, a third one.
P.s: Thanks guys for the helping us out. You guys are awesome and mmmm, probably will need your help later on too!