The "life-changing" experience started off at around 10 am at Clementi Blk 406 #07-78..hehex. The house owner was a petite Indian Muslim woman in a 2-room flat who lived with around 6 of her family members for 10 years. (Think the facts should be right..but she did seem to mix up our questions ^_^).
Think it was actually quite a big place to begin with..hmm..initially thought we were able to paint the house totally from the eerie greeny colour to cheery creamy white in 5 hours plus...but we were soon proven terribly wrong...sigh.
Heh..people moving houses should be able to empathise with the ecstasy of shifting furniture from their original locations to somewhere else...and the bitterness of placing them back again after painting. It's definitely much easier painting a new vacant house comparatively...thinking of those days when my father brought me along to paint walls during those renovation trips...hee...inhaling acetones from paint...=S
To begin with, the kitchen was a rather interesting place. Well, spirits were high and we were like a bunch of excited kids who can't wait to lay our hands on the paint rollers, brushes and the tray of milky paint. Apart from those original cracks and blemishes of the walls...the paint was pretty ok. :) Hee..but I think the Auntie was a bit too much..oops..Hmm..she even wanted us to paint her ceilings, window grilles and even the shelf base...considering the fact that we were really running short of paint and the poor distribution of paint to different units. The painting experience in the toilet ought to be the most trying and difficult. In the first place, not many people were willing to even step in given its conditions. Heh..nevertheless I painted 3 walls inside! That ought to be something commendable. Haha..believed SET had the toughest time stuck inside carrying out ANAEROBIC RESPIRATION! And having me commenting that "Why does the toilet still look greenish?".
Didn't realise that the view from the living room was only directed at the greenish thick pipes meant to be left green. =P
CJ they all painted the room and during lunchbreak the whole place was really like a shagged pig sty! Nonetheless, after lunchtime..things looked brighter indeed. Initially, the Auntie was like...erm..don't have to paint my living room, leave it green kinda face. But we managed to persuade her that we would clean and scrub and do whatever we can to make the place shine. Finally she gave in. Haha. Things grew more hectic as our energy level drooped and the place was truly cramped with all furniture lying around..kinda scared that we would dirty her bed with paint..and the wall seemed to be having more gradients...
Come to think of it..it's rather fun scurrying around, chit-chatting and laming around while painting (that's probably the aftermath of inhaling too much acetone: Your brain simply goes haywire) It's really true. You go mad crapping iseneh..after clumsy steppings on paint and the rollers smeared with paint flying down in "snowflakes" when you paint upper wall ends. Oh..we were really disheartened then and occasionally glancing at Auntie's "Oh-my-god" expression didn't do much to boost our morale. Wondered if she started to regret letting us paint her living room in the 1st place. Oh well..she couldn't give -ve comments, otherwise the house would be left in 2 different colours side by side! Clearing up is truly not easy..more tiring than that of normal household chores @ home. Heh..i scrubbed the chair so many times before the paint really came off...mopped and scrubbed the floor like mad also.haha.
Anyway, it was really a meaningful experience! Yep...especially when she invited us for Deepavali! Ha..=D The whole unit really became sOoo to the power of n times brighter and cheery!! As compared to the previous dark shade of green. Yup..think the satisfaction is really beyond words. The process as well.
-winkz- ;)
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