whoa, frigid with ma friiiiiiidge woes

Imagine: you are thirsty. You plan to sleep, you're sleepy, and the Malaysian weather is no doubt a catalyst for mosquito breeding. What nicer way to end the day than to take a glass of ice cold water? Ah. Ahh... The cool droplets forming on the outside of the clear tube-like glass, the ice cubes clinking clinically, and the water.. sloshing down a thirsty, greedy, throat. (Yours, of course!)

Ideal situation: Open fridge, fill glass with ice cubes, fill glass with water, drink water, and go to bed.

Imagine: the fridge stops working. The chill factor is gone, just like N'Sync. Gone! Gone! Gone! The fridge won't make ice cubes. Instead, you've got water cubes. Which, if you like, you can add to your glass of water. Well, admittedly... it's not as rigid as ice, and doesn't retain its shape... So, you don't get your glass of cold water, and you wonder what to do with all the food in the fridge. And you wonder if Oliver Twists of Brickfields would like to help clean up the food before it begins to smell. Not too bad.

Imagine: the fridge has stopped working for two (or three) days. And your mom's gone outstation since Monday, in the natural course of the scope of her duties. That means nobody's been opening up the fridge since Monday morning. Until, of course, your sudden urge (ah, the pangs!) for cold, iced water.

High voltage revelation of the day: The fridge opens with a strong, ugly whiff of rotting veggies and various (assorted) meats. You look at the "archived" meals (courtesy of a doting mother who cooks more than her health conscious sons can eat) and see the curry chicken bubbling.

Second high voltage revelation of the day: The fridge ain't bin cold for the past few days! In fact, it's hot. So hot, it reminds you of the clothes drier. Not a bad use of the fridge, in fact. Hang up a few of your freshly washed knickers within its interior and return two hours later: Guaranteed smelling as fresh as your freshly bought veggies! (They wilt, in the warmth of the fridge, alongside your knickers).

Ah, these are funny times. The electrician said it was a problem with the Kompressor. Kompressor? Why, goodness me. My fridge and a certain luxury car are relatives...