After a considerably long period of time, my house is being painted. It all started with the door. One of our front doors (we have two! :-P) has been a dead state for some time now. Finally, after a seamlessly endless debate and my threat to try my strength on it, forced my father to hire some carpenters and make a new door.
The new one was made. But now the front doors looked a world apart. So we painted the other door as well. Now both the doors stick out and became quite an eyesore to a not so gracefully aged painted walls. Thats *not* pretty much the backstory on the decision.
Earlier also we had been discussing the painting thing and my parents sort of decided to do the painting when I get married. After seeing me ROTFL upon hearing this and my constant sneer and contempt when potential ladies are thrown in our conversation, must have made them decide the painting has to be done now. So yours truly is quite relieved to say the least. No one will blame him for not allowing his parents to paint the house! :-P
Now, the decision is welcome. But, I didn't quite realise what is in store for me. Cleaning up my room! :-O My 8 years of fiefdom has transformed this room into a zoo to say the least. To clean this I will have to call Mr.Hercules himself. I can ofcourse sit pretty doing nothing, but my prized possessions are under threat. Lots and lots of books, scraps of important paper like my identity cards in the various fests I have been in, CDs, DVDs and ofcourse some "very objectionable material" that I have seem to lost in this mess!
As usual I have not started the work and my mother is closing in every hour! She is finishing up room by room and by daybreak tomorrow all that will be left will be mine! Need to get my lazy ass up and box everything up!
Ciao!
The new one was made. But now the front doors looked a world apart. So we painted the other door as well. Now both the doors stick out and became quite an eyesore to a not so gracefully aged painted walls. Thats *not* pretty much the backstory on the decision.
Earlier also we had been discussing the painting thing and my parents sort of decided to do the painting when I get married. After seeing me ROTFL upon hearing this and my constant sneer and contempt when potential ladies are thrown in our conversation, must have made them decide the painting has to be done now. So yours truly is quite relieved to say the least. No one will blame him for not allowing his parents to paint the house! :-P
Now, the decision is welcome. But, I didn't quite realise what is in store for me. Cleaning up my room! :-O My 8 years of fiefdom has transformed this room into a zoo to say the least. To clean this I will have to call Mr.Hercules himself. I can ofcourse sit pretty doing nothing, but my prized possessions are under threat. Lots and lots of books, scraps of important paper like my identity cards in the various fests I have been in, CDs, DVDs and ofcourse some "very objectionable material" that I have seem to lost in this mess!
As usual I have not started the work and my mother is closing in every hour! She is finishing up room by room and by daybreak tomorrow all that will be left will be mine! Need to get my lazy ass up and box everything up!
Ciao!
Good luck!
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