ken the painter

no not painting like picasso. painting, "bob the builder" style! i can't say i can do a heck of a paintjob but it works. i spent nearly 2hours in all to paint the external grounds outside my window (this small balcony meant to hold the aircon compressors) and another balcony slightly larger outside my sis' room, and finally (i did this after lunch) doing the shelter that covers the car porch. that area was a heck of a place to paint. i think it was at least a 10 x 10 m square! i practically painted the whole surface.

but whoah wait... why am i painting these surfaces? CNY lor... the cracks are showing and it's all dirty with whatever the rainwater washes down along with bird poo and stuff. the dirt and grime is inevitable. so ken the painter comes to the rescue with the paint brush to slish slosh it all over with fresh paint. looks more presentable now. much more. i think that car porch shelter alone took me over an hour. it's just me, the paintbrush, bucket of paint, a little stool and the bright sun scorching down on me. no wonder i didn't feel like i had any energy left to go running today...

my sweetie had been real sick these days so i popped her over to her doctor to fix her up with medication. i'm glad that she at least seems much better already now.

the first half of today i feel somewhat reluctant to type out. but... it's in my dream blog anyway. one of the rare non-dreams. those things are called nightmares actually. but it depends on how you look at it.

my point is, i woke at 5am today. i couldn't get back to sleep after that. so i've been awake for the whole day without rest throughout. why could i not go back to sleep? this little scaredy cat was afraid that's why. and i couldn't really believe i'd typed it out in my blog too. but it's a good outlet. i told my mum about it in person as well.

*if i reach 30 you might already be at 24 >_<"""*