12 Hours Painting

Helping, that such a huge word to say when you really mean it. Last night i decided to check my sister's soon-to-be-cafe, since I'm the only one who never got there. After a journey that we took by those public trans, my brother-in-law decided to pick us up. Fuhh, What a relieve!

A few moment later...
So we arrived, (yay) and i decided to take some doughnut that my sister bought for us. While looking around, there's this old lady come approaching us. Well i just be ready with my kung-fu pose until my sister says hi to the old lady. Later did i know, she is the owner of a couple cafe next to my sister's.
The old lady seems nice and friendly, so i decided to join their conversation. Well, don't just a book by its cover, she's seems so smart and easy going (my sister need to learn a lot from her, LOL).

A couple more minutes...
There they are my BFF with her lover just came, so
they just decided to start working with the painting.
While everyone busy painting, i don't have anything left to do. So i decided to chat a bit with 'em. My BFF told me that the "Rain" is hating me, and i told her that IDC, LOL. They keep painting, painting, and do another painting. They're just stop for smoke some cigars and have a little relaxing.

And after a few hours later...
ZZZZ. Crap my legs feels numb, i barely felt anything. I even to tired to whinning. But the thing is i enjoy the sorroundings, i mean the concept of the cafe. That's the only thing make me feels okay t stayed a little longer.

It's take me forever to realize that it's already 03.15 in the morning, I was shocked and tired. Thankfully that the painting just need some other silhouette to finish.


And the shitty parts continued..
After i finally arrived at 04.30, it's appear that my mom and dad just lock out the door, so i just knocked as hard as i could till i woke my mom up.
Wew, what a day.