Updates should have occurred more often than the number of
mosquitoes in my room off late, but work has decided to get ahead of my leisure
hours by piling up faster than swelling mosquito bites. Ten bites into the
hour, I was irritated and drops of sweat continued to form rivets, at one time
seeking yet another water source—my mouth. The saltiness, humidity, and
whirring buzz of those blood-suckers made a bad combination, one that would
have sent me fleeing into the shower, instead I stuck fast assisting the
workers laying layers of cement on the wall and along the fences. The sun wasn’t
helping much either, I’d prefer it rain, except it wouldn’t do the cement any
good. So I refrained from wishing for one.
The patches of mold fell off revealing a dappled grey wall
sadden by the fact that it will be coated with a new color soon and this time,
it won’t ever be banana yellow again. Break-ins are always a good reason to
start a renovation, because I believe everyone wants to begin anew and what
better way than to change the fengshui itself. While it isn’t the best thing in
the world to know that your house is freely assessable to unwelcomed visitors,
it is now a given that repairs need to be made and is guaranteed to complete
unlike before.
And just like that, these insecurities vanish.
Oh ho?
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