The Death of a Blender

Never would I admit that my life evolves around a blender until the painful discovery yesterday morning when it phenomenally died.
For two months the plastic jug has been having some big cracks around it, but I continued to abuse it every morning when I make my breakfast smoothies, also when I use it as a food processor to grate some cheese, chop some carrots and grind some spices. That blender is some kick-ass blender, it has multi-speed selection. It was also a housewarming present from a dear friend when I just moved into the yellow apartment.
That fateful morning as I poured in some milk, coffee, and ice cubes, I remembered thinking that the cracks seemed longer and bigger than they were last week -- but hey, since it seemed to be working fine, I continued on making my frappuccino. Then after 5 seconds, I heard a loud noise... BANG! followed by a tiny firework on my kitchen cabinet, and then... a really strong burnt smell. It's official... my blender is dead.

All day today, I kept on thinking about my blender, how I was planning to use it to make some Gazpacho soup and yet another Summer smoothies tonight, but I can't (!!) because the beloved blender is dead.
I just realized that my little life will be very different, lots of hassle and bottom line inconvenient -- without a blender. It's pathetic, but I'm utterly dependent on my blender. As a conclusion... machines do die. They are not meant to last forever, especially a blender with a plastic jug, they crack easily, therefore they leak, thus the leak got into the ventilator and ruined the machine. WHAM! A firework.... not a welcomed one at that.

Much as I want to be faithful to my old dead blender, I can't live without one..... so tonight, of I go, there will be an important blender purchase happening at Yodobashi Kamera in Shinjuku.

Farewell, my old Blender Friend...!