And so the painters came, painted the whole house hues of purple to red, which isn't that bad actually tho it takes some getting used to, but it's not as bad as green (sorry to green-lovers out there) and some forsaken colour like... mangy yellow or something hehehe
If I were a painter, I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me
Paint my love - painter song - if a picture paints a thousand words - wonder how many songs there are with the word paint in their titles? For some reason i think the word 'paint' is interesting though I can't put a finger to it. It's liberating... and beautiful. Connotations of creativity? Don't think painting Wood K takes much creativity though... skill, yes, but...
so, they indirectly forced me to pack up everything in my room and unpack them again when the room's semi-dry. I can't complain, 'cuz for some odd reason as I like washing up, I kinda like packing. Therapeutic. hee. But it's done an amazing thing to my room - I stuffed all the books I didn't need into a box and my shelves look tidy for once. Should take a picture for my family because they wouldn't dare believe it considering I'm quite a slob compared to the rest of them. hurhur...
Been missing home more than usual for the past 2 weeks or so. Wonder why? Xi Ren came over and cooked us a really good meal, but the fish especially brought back nostalgic resonances of home - mom would steam a fresh fish almost everyday, and we'd stuff rice and other miscellaneous meat and veg into our rapacious mouths, not fully aware of the blessing we have in having such food cooked for us everyday. For some obscure reason I think 'fish' is synonymous with 'home' now - random..... but eh, true leh - 'England' and 'fish' just don't click (insert: no-link hand action)
This is quite a random post. Barrrhh. Barrrhhhh. lion? what lion? Why're there so many weird feelings and notions popping up these 2 days... Sigh, focus, focus, focus, God help me focus on You.
