we made
hawt pink mooncakes on fridaye [which i actually ate],
followed by a singing performance, under th gibbous moon.went to johor bahru today cos we're going to sell off our bungalow];
used to remember,
that every morning i'ld rush down to send my parents off,
and watch th big orangey sun rise, and i'll run around th house,
across the grass patch,
[sometimes without a shirt on, PS: that's
like more than 10years ago, don't worry] and i'ld play with my
alien shooting gun, shooting my sis with those loadable styrofoams.
then when it was my b i r th d ay, i didn't had an elaborate birthday
party at all. yet it was the best of my life.
i had a great time when i woke up, didn't even realizing my birthday.
beside me was a box of chocolates, attached with a balloon, and a brand
new power-puffgirls/hello-kitty pyjamas pants.
exhilarated, i dashed down to th first storey & showed off my presents
to my grandparents. [:
and i sashayed around with my balloon proudly, couldnt wait to tell
my parents how happy i was ! (that was around 2-3 years old)
something a decade ago, i remembered.
this house was full of th memories, my father's trip to Paris,
th postcards, all intact.
i made many new discoveries, including a Bailey cream bottle
that was not supposed to be opened. books of paris, china,
masquerade masks, and i even found
a pomelo tree in the backyard!
though it was not yet ripe.
it was not th physical house itself that i was not willing to part with.
it is the memories that we're selling away,
and of cos the non-hectic relaxing life i'ld never have again in my life.