Paint with cement.

Ugh,I'm dying to get to run around my house naked again.Disgusting and disturbing.My house is like a ship wreck site that had been hit by a tsunami.Terrible.The wall are painted this kind of yellow.Ceilings all painted.New garage.and gate.Expanded backyard,well more of a back than a yard.If formaldehyde poisoning doesn't kill me,my disturbed nap time will.I just want my house back,the ship wreck that isn't dripping with wet paint.

I think we'll be having our annular puasa get-to-gather or the raya one,to officially inaugurate our newly splash-painted house that was born out of my father's mind and paycheck.Now that's gonna be hell.If we're having one,i might invite you'll if you'll behave.Stay.Good Boy.

Ugh,I'm going to go loco on you guys.I feel so fucked up and stressed.

My father is giving one of his 'talks' to the dudes who are doing the renovation about our trip to Indonesia that we took last,last,last weekend i think.Wonderful trip.I will not go any deeper or this blog will be filled with all sorts of crap,not like there wasn't any.He usually play my 'card' most often during raya and introduction to new people.The history on my grand operation and intestines are usually presented when I'm introduced,not like anyone wants to know.I have this sort of uncle that usually ask,shamelessly,for me to show my scar when i was little and I fortunately know the norm of society shamefully complied to his every whim.Sounds disgusting,i know.

Changing topic,I can't wait for puasa and raya.All the food and money,well the get-to-gathers too.Its the best.But everything is changing so rapidly i fear that i may never be able to catch up with everything,cherish the moments and let them go all at the same time.I don't want to one day think about my life and regret all the things that i didn't cherish before i lost them.I don't want to remorse on anything in my life ever again.Its like an aging acid,it gets stronger with time.On that happy note,i bid you'll farewell,gonna get my feet soaked for a while and let the problems wash away in the dirt.

Love,
Hiccup.