Con air

At first I thought I stopped at the wrong floor.


Mass destruction

But there was something oddly familiar about the scene. Something that once belonged to my room.

My second thought was that we were being burglarized..er.. of air conditioners. Suddenly I am not too sure if I had shut the door properly when I left the house. Had I?


Could it be?

After double checking my unit number , I entered and my worst fears were confirmed. One of the air conditioning units was indeed from my room.


Mama mia!

But there were two units, see?


View from the gaping hole


The hole

That's about the time I noticed the workers who were here to install the new air con system. They seemed to know what they were doing.

My parents had been talking about changing the system for over a month. I didn't think it would happen so quickly. The old one was in a almost pitable state. One of the most irritating problems was that it leaked. Much like how leaks in the roof of atap houses are dealt with, buckets were brought out and the water collected used for some higher purpose, like washing the floor.

One other problem is that upon the bringing out of the bucket, we would be greeted by the inter-room bucket percussion emsemble whose pieces lasts for..oh..about half an hour. They often have a theraputic effect.

The main difference between the old one and new one is that the new one has one extra unit and this one is situated in the living room, which I think is extremely cool.



But that was before I realised that if the one in the living room is switched on, the one is my room cannot be switched on. This sucks , because my room is a baking furnace in the night.



come on!