-=| Painting |=-
I guess for the concurrent bitchings of my dad, the topic is getting real stale huh? I guess he is going to go on like that for the next few decades. Why do u think I'm so sure rite? It is because Pearlene's ah kong is also like that, so therefore this problem is not temporary but forever.
It was the morning of last Saturday where he tried to argue with me again.
Dad: Hey Joel I tell u ah, even though you have your own room does not mean that you can do whatever you want with it. (Sounds very familiar, I guess he wants to get back at me at the on-ing and off-ing of the light) I do not want you to turn it into a ghost house.
Me: It is not going to be a ghost house. And just to inform you, I am going to paint the room white and have black Celtic designs painted on it.
Dad: Paint until the window frame also have paint, also have. Those painters already painted for you and you paint it again. For what?
In the bible there is a parable saying about this man who did not have enough money to build a house but still went ahead to build. He could not finish the house and in the end everyone laughed at him. (Sounds really made up, but there is such story in the bible)
Me: According to Chinese tales, there was this old man who wanted to move a mountain. He began to move a mountain with a spade, his grandsons helped him, and in the end that mountain was really removed.
Dad: Yeah, I know, that story's moral is if there is a will there is a way.
Dad: What designs do you want to paint? Is it the turn here turn there ones? I saw it on a documentary last Sunday; those Hindus draw it with many colors on the floor. I guess those Celtic got the idea from there also right?
Oh yeah, I saw that you bought many peacock feathers, why did you buy them? Are you turning into a Hindu? *Jeering tone*
Mum: Why did you buy those feathers?
Me: (What is wrong with buying feathers? Adventist cannot buy feathers because it is sinful?) Those feathers are for making earrings, and my room is just going to be painted black and white.
Be careful! I might bring joss sticks home and pray to my Hindu gods with my peacock feathers.
Dad: (He felt very uneasy and tried to change the conversation, I wonder when would he give up quarrelling with me, it just makes me feel better when putting him down)
So is your sister still drinking tap water? Every time I tell her that tap water is not good, we have boiled water but she never drinks. Did she leave her house without eating her breakfast? Don't know what has gotten into her. (Just using my sister who is not at home to fight back, to make him feel better)
I felt so insulted, but anyway I do not care what he thinks about it, because I am trying something new and therefore there is bound to be objections. It is because of these objections that stopped the previous generations from stumbling into it. For example I am painting the room black and white, I guess it was a big taboo in my parent's generation.
My sis shared with me an instance where my dad had to eat his words. It happened when my sister used to live at my grandma's, and she loved to drink soup, every time when she ate she would have soup or water as substitute. My dad told her about the story where Jesus drove the demons into the pigs when he was with the gentiles, and the pigs became crazy and drowned themselves in the sea.
It happened on one family gathering where grandma scooped a bowl of soup for my sister. But the soup had pig substances in it, and our dad gave her a glare hinting her not to drink the soup.
Grandma gave her that bowl of soup and my sis awkwardly declined the soup. Grandma asked her why, and she replied that our dad said that if she were to drink the soup she would go mad and drown herself in the sea. Grandma was very crossed, and gave dad a long lashing about how can you teach your daughter this type of thing, everyone grew up drinking her soup and nothing happened.
I found that it was so funny; I laughed non-stop and could not stop, until people around me began to avoid us. This is a instance where bible story is used at a wrong context.
Oh well enough of my dad, I finished painting my room on a Sunday night. Yay! It was really tiring, this time I had a roller, but the paint splattered all over my hands and clothes. But anyways because of the white, the room is brighter and even larger looking now. Well now what is left is the stenciling of the black Celtic designs, I hope that it will not smudge. If the designs were to really smudge I would need to use many coats of white paints to turn the black white.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
