my body groans in protest

i am dead tired... the cliche couldn't be more right.

i've painted the kitchen walls and cabinets. for the first time, i've wielded a paintbrush and a roller. i love the experience.

i haven't painted a thing, until now.

i meant to write about this new exprience. but my eyes are ready to close and my mind is on a safe mode, i still have yet to process the whole experience. taste it, savor it, roll it over my head... hell, romanticize it! and when i'm ready, i'm going to declare to the whole world that painting the kitchen walls and cabinets white for the first time is one sublime experience.

meatime, i have to take the second advil. the muscle pain has a way of bringing me back to reality. with a loud thud!

fruitcake, please

i want a fruitcake for christmas. i won't mind a recycled one. but i'd be delighted to have one that was bought for me. especially for me.

is this too much to ask?

it's 11 days before christmas. haven't done much preparations yet, except for the christmas decors which i did out of love my our dearest diday. who has shown in her innocent way, much appreciation. it's worth the effort.