Week long decoration is already  too long for me.

Dust, smell of paint, everywhere.
 
I feel I can not breathe in the house, amid all the dust and sharp chemical smell, I count the days, five days total, today is day five.

Surprising how we perceive time, some time just fly without a trace, some time just doesn't seem going.

I keep tell myself, this is all for better, after this five days, we'll have a brand new toliet.

There is pain, in gaining. That's why they say: no pain, no gain.

If, reconstruct the small cubic sized toliet can be so painful, how much more annoying it would be, when you are reconstructing your life?

The construction guy, spend first day destroying, worst day of the five. Dusts everywhere, noise unstopping. He peel away the wall, smashed the old bath tub, he carry rubbish out, one barrel after another. I clean, wash, mop after he left.

But the new toliet is beautiful, brand new, shining. Smells too, but the smell will go away. There is always negative coming with positive, as long as the positive is larger, bigger, longer. My heart delights, at the sight of new wall, new bath tub, new floor. It especially comforts me that underneath the floor, it has been cleared, it was getting rotten, although hidden. Now that had been removed.

I don't admire this man's job anymore, although repecting deeply what he does, I don't want to live like him. Too much dust, smell of chemistry each day. He helps people to live better, and it is honorable to making a living by helping people, but I rather help in other ways.

To kill time, waiting time, while I could not escape the house during the decoratoin, I tried to make it easy to pass. I picked a moive, a book, mixed them with some French Study. Movie, good ones, echos the voice in our chest, and wakes us up from "sleeping" in reality, yet when it is over, you would feel a slow wake up from fiction, back to reality.

Romantics are nostashia, and always live off the edge of reality. That's where I find myself, after watching a movie. And this new wonder, is called "Middle night in Paris". Love, death, present, past, a romantic story starts, and ends, in a dream like aura, in Paris.