Breaking away.

It felt really weird today because I would usually go to work Sundays. But today, I don’t need to. Not anymore. And no, I did not experience any withdrawal symptoms like drug rehabilitation or whatsoever. Just felt weird. Geddit? Geddit?

Anyway, I helped my mother give our lil’ kitchen a fresh new coat of paint because it has gotten quite unsightly over the years. Those blotches of black and grey all over the wall and ceiling. I mean, they deep-fry fishes in a wok almost every other day, so you kind of get the idea how greasy those walls were.

Add a little more greasy and sticky goo; I think my painting rollers could like Velcro itself to the ceiling. Maybe I can even jump and Velcro myself to the wall.

Anyway, some five minutes into painting and while giving serious lessons on ‘How to Paint a Wall without Mishaps’, my mom suddenly exclaimed with excitement in Chinese.

“Like fun to play!”

Excuse me?


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