Being a painter

I spend whole day , painting two rooms at my sis's new home at Woodlands. She decides to bring the cat to her future home. I love to observe the cat's behaviour while travelling in car. She is such adorable scary cat.

It is really my first time painting a house.Usually my father does the job while I am lazing around.However, i cannot expect my father to do such work as he is not that young anymore. Seeing my old folks helping out to paint, making me think twice to be lazy and not helping out. Hence, I just do extra hard so as to ease my parents' burden.

Painting is really not good and boring activity and I am not a good painter.I make a mess out of the room. Spill paint and mess around the room plus the whole body of mine covered with millions of drops of paints. The most fun of all is to wash the paint with thinner. It cool the skin and smell nice. No, I am not addicted to that spirit.

Inhaling such fume from that thinner can be addictive,We all know that such solvents are dangerous for their effects on the user’s liver, heart, and lungs. It is believed that solvents produce hallucinations by dissolving the cell membrane of brain cells, thus altering the way the cells conduct electrical impulses.

After that, my sis's hubby come back from work and now, I have to drive back home. I hate to drive because I thought I can just rest and enjoy the scenery back home. We go to old Taman Jurong to buy some dinner home. I have chicken rice and Hong Kong Mee while my father have his Fried chicken rice.

When I go back home, I realise that my chicken rice does not have chili sauce. What is chicken rice without chilli sauce, it is like a chicken without legs. Horrible. Don't expect me to eat it with commercial chilli sauce. I curse and curse while eating it.