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Sunday, September 19, 2010
Last blogged @ 9:07 PM So here I am sitting in my egg shell/bird nest swing, and I'm going to dedicate this post to my beloved, most favourite house in my 17 years of life.
It's been 12 years, and there has certainly been too many memories worth keeping. I first moved in when I was 5 going 6. My first impression of the flat's corridor was that it was creepy and too quiet that it's gonna creep me out if I walk there alone. My brother was 1 going 2. He was learning how to walk and he will always roll down the flight of stairs at home. .jpg) Before I went to secondary school, I'm always sleeping in my parents room cos mine was rented out. Up till now, I still remember the weird dream that I constantly had when I first learn to sleep alone. I learnt how to ride the bicycle in primary school, at the void deck. I had a big fight with my neighbour 2 doors away whom I was once close to. Played with her when she just moved in, well, you know how primary school kids are when they start picking up bad words. I just merely overused the word "crazy" on minor aspects that sparked this bad blood incident. Until now, I've not talked to her and her family though it's been years. Till in secondary school, I started hating this auntie who was always poking her nose into the school I go, subjects I take, results I get, things that I do. It was really funny when her son got into BV too. I guess that shut her up little. Until 2 years back when I know that my parents have purchased this new house, I was quite hoping that they would rent out this house so that it still kinda belonged to me. Well, too bad that they couldn't and now it's going to be handed over on Thursday. Spent the entire morning crying cos I felt so sad. At first, I've been telling myself that I could only keep these tears to myself cos I've been repeatedly warned not to spoil the joyous mood. I just couldn't help it!!! I still cried over breakfast infront of my mum. And also otw to the new house and in my room earlier. I'm kinda hoping that I can minimise the chances of me going back to the old house. Cos I'm afraid I might get all emotional once again. But at the same time, I hope to spend more time there cos I'll no longer see if once Thursday comes :( I need some ice cream to cheer me up. Okay, some photos of my house before I'm going to end this post. And I hope I'll always remember how my house looks like. I must not be emotional.  .jpg) .jpg) .jpg) |
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