And endless torrential 'blessings' from the god above.
It was pretty surreal, watching how I almost literally build this mother-of-all-backdrops (a stage set or rather)with my bare hands (i just stopped short of handing the bolts and nuts to the carpenter).
The journey from this

to this


was unforgettable.
All those nights of slavery, mortification at deeds undone/gone wrong, constant bickering, breathing down my neck...was just painful.
For 3 weeks I led a zombified life. Wanted to disappear from the face of earth.
First solo outing, alone, teetering on the edge of destituition - when the whole deed was over and done with, I felt like I had graduated.
The consolation was, the event actually turned out very smooth and for once, the god above was satisfied.
Until the next day, but then its another story.

Team 86 peranakan-inspired house

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