Piaked

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I had to login to Blogger. You know, type some stuff, just to login to my account cos I was quite worried that Blogger 'forgets' me.

In the sense that I had to bother myself with retyping my password when I tried to login and enter a new post.

Boy, was I right.

I went PIAK... headfirst straight into the Blogger wall. They did ask me to retype my password :(

(just in case some of you don't know, I'm doing this blog post on Blogspot. Because it is linked to my Facebook, most of you are probably reading this from FB instead.)

So zun right? How come I'm never this zun whenever I go buy 4D once in a blue moon?

Now, in a super drastic change of topic:

Dad says we may move soon. Well, there are alot of things to do up for the house first, so those housing agents among you please stay away for the time being. We are not interested.

See the word MAY move soon.

It may not come as a surprise to many of you. Afterall, this is Cindy Lim, who moved houses at a record of 7 houses by the time she is 14 years old.

No. This is not some idol drama where we move ever so often to escape our debtors. Contrary to that, the house only got bigger ;)

But there is no need for that anymore.

You guys know sometimes I'd like step back and take a deep breathe and marvel at the trillions of changes all around us?

This is one of those times I am stepping back to take a look at everything.

I can scarcely remember the flat at Clementi.

Can recall abit about the Condo at Minbu (and how Kor Kor always pull my hair and make me cry!)

Very vaguely recall a few things about the rented mansionette at Eunos.

Recall alot about my very tomboyish days as a nursery and subsequently kindergarten student at Jalan Labu Manis. Oh, and for the first and only time in my life, I actually scored 0/10 for my English spelling.

(It never happened again.)

After which we moved to St. Patrick's Road. Bingo, our then Belgium Shepherd got injured there, and the wound suspiciously looked like he was stabbed. I remembered going with my parents and bro to the Vet's where they stitched him up.

After St. Patrick's, Boon Teck Tower. Soccer-playing days they were. Man, do the few of you recall how my room looks like? It was truly the room of a proud Manchester United fan. During that time, I had (unsuccessfully) also tried to convince my Dad that I really wanted this Man United glass paperweight that had a few blades of grass from their home ground, Old Trafford.

Finally, our current location. I don't know if I'm supposed to say where it is because this is afterall the internet and we do not want weirdos to read it and stalk out the place.

Not unless we are really starting to sell it already!

I don't know why I even bother to hide the name of the place because there are probably a few thousand photos I've already uploaded into my blog that clearly stated the name of the neighbourhood (hint: road sign) somewhere in the photo.

Anyway, I thought it was all in all a pretty drastic change.

It's not about houses. Sure we leave good memories in every house we 'left behind'. But these were just physical stuff.

It was the people, and the things they do that we usually recall.

I say drastic because from as young as I could remember, there were (HUAT AR) 8 of us living together under the same roof. Other than my parents, bro and I, there was Lao Ma (term for great grandma), Yi Po (term for grandaunt), Ah Ma and Ah Gong.

They were like two camps. Fighting all the time in the day.

But I was young. And ignorant. My fulltime occupation back then was somersaulting in the garden, and my main concern was to avoid Bingo's poo that was lying somewhere along the grass that I always somersault about.

That damn dog. Always like to poo at the places I always play.

Bingo was also coincidentally the same dog that stole my first kiss. Forcefully. I do not want to go into details for the 2nd time because I remember blogging about this 'important' incident.

And then to St. Patrick's. I started attending Primary School.

Ah Gong started to teach me how to write in this weird calligraphic way whereby I do not lift up my pen alot, if you know what I mean.

My then Mother Tongue teacher loved it. Probably because it was the way she wrote her words.

We shifted again to Boon Teck Tower, and I transferred to a neighbourhood primary school I hated, where the stupid Mother Tongue teacher did not. Boon Teck was also where we were staying at when Lao Ma passed away.

Then we shifted to .. um... Area 51.

No. Don't need to guess what does Area 51 mean. If you think 'Area 51' has something to do with my current house's postal code or District, then you need to get out more or go to Wikipedia more often.

Anyway, to continue my story: Area 51 was not just the longest house we had lived in for a record number of 9 years (and 10 if we are still here by 2010 March), it was also a house that witnessed our family in mourning. Thrice. What with Ah Gong's death just 2 months back.

Yes, it's still raw and painful I admit, but it is getting better everyday.

And there's this chicken mcnugget I know of, I shall not mention names (but whose surname is Lee), who thinks that I should go see a psychiatrist when he saw I wasn't sad enough, and then said I should see one anyway when I got too visibly depressed.

...... Okay, I'm sorry to interrupt this post but all of my reminiscing mood is gone now. Popiah has escaped from her cage again and I need to catch her back.

Blardy !@#$%. Since when did Rabbits start behaving like Monkeys?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:05 pm