If you ask me what profession I will die-die refrain from as a strong, responsible and mature adult yueqi, I will answer you without an ounce of hesitation:

A PAINTER!

Groans. Shudder. Shiver. Yours Truly is allergic to that word.

Yesterday, my sister and I combined powers to paint smelly, dark brown wood lacquer on the nine doors in the apartment! NINE! nineeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It doesn't sound alot but omg trust me, IT IS! In case you forgot (like I did), a fully functional door has two sides! If thats not bad enough, the doors have all the weird patterns on it! grrrrrr.

At first when we started, my sister and I were like "ooh this is so fun!" HAHAHAH! :D Then as we moved on, I could feel the f-u-n word slowly mutating and mutliplying itself into "omg what were we thinking just now?!" and then further manipulating itself into "painting sucks painting suckssss!" hahah!! The lacquer smell was truely overwhelming it was smelly and choking beyond description. I sincerely wanted to adapt from the Taliban fashion and smother myself in cloth leaving only my eyes to glare at the paintbrush, the paint and the door.

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Honestly, I am amazed that I finished painting and still lived to tell the tale.

But of course, the doors look really great after my sister and I weaved magic with the paintbrushes! :D Great sense of satisfaction, really. Next time we ought to open some company.



hahahahahahahah! Do we look pro? :D

While we were hard at work, look at what my brother was doing:


Practising KungFu. He win already.

okay going out now! bye folks! :D