Walls.

I really shouldn’t be doing this.
I have this extremely bad habit of rethinking my choices and regretting them.
I can’t accept the, What’s done is done mentality.

My walls are getting very tiresome.
When it is painted by a strong handsome male, somehow it all falls together nicely,
and evenly. It looks so rich and creamy.
When I’m all alone, and struggling with the roller paintbrush, there are uneven spots of light and dark white. Like a blind elephant used its trunk to squirt the paint onto the walls.
I should have just left it all alone.

Where Lovely becomes HDB void-deck.

There comes a point in time where you stop believing in your interior decorating inner genius.
While your room is undergoing its mini-renovation, and there are spots of uneven paint on the wall, and spots of paint on yourself, you pause.
You undergo a radical mindset change.
You look around.
What happened to your lovely ivory, off-white walls?

The colour on your walls look vaguely familiar.

Ah. You know why now.
They resemble the walls of the void-deck in the Senior Citizen’s corner under a block of flats in Hougang.

So much for the colonial theme.