Ten Years
The (old) house has finally secured a buyer. A Mr. Muru (with a really hot Chindian wife) is outside right now, finalising purchase details with the farmer.
I've lived here for ten years, give or take a few months. I guess it can be said everything important in my life happened whilst I was living here. Kinda.
What am I going to miss the most? My mattress tops the list. Every single person who has slept on it commented on its comfort factor. I shit you not. I'm going to miss the 60-cent nasi lemak just down the road. And the ikan bakar.
I'm gonna miss the lift as well. It comes in real handy when you can't wait till the twelfth floor. Ho ho ho.
I remember hiding in the garbage room with Kelvin and CC, rolling joints. CC got so fucking high he wanted to commit suicide. It was scary yet hilarious. Remember, CC? "I wanna dieee.. Just let me dieee.."
I'm sorry we didn't relent.
We got into the lift after finishing up. I remember the three of us standing there. Just waiting. Kelvin spoke up first. "Hey.. Why's the lift not moving?"
No one pressed the button.
Mr. Muru's wife is damn hot balls. Did I tell you she's Chindian? Damn hot. Damn.
It's amazing the amount of shit one can accumulate over such a period of time.
Antiquity in a piece of plastic. I feel so old.
Ha. Ha.
My sister's bitch doll gave me nightmares when I was younger. I enjoyed tearing it apart earlier. Oh joy.
Take away all the sampah and you'll have the world's nicest room and mattress.
This used to be mine. No wonder I'm so messed up.
I drew this in Standard 5. Sedap, balls. Lucky I'm not in architecture. I would've failed much worse than I have now. Ha. Ha.
I had a hard time of letting these go to the boys at the Salvation Army. From left: my band shoes, first pair of loafers, my lucky Superstars.
UPSR papers! Looking back, I think you have to be stupid not to pass:
Amin suka makan..
a. nasi
b. kasut
c. tayar
d. kayu
I'm gonna miss this place. Don't mess it up, Mr. Muru. Hot wife or not, I'll be watching you.
I've lived here for ten years, give or take a few months. I guess it can be said everything important in my life happened whilst I was living here. Kinda.
What am I going to miss the most? My mattress tops the list. Every single person who has slept on it commented on its comfort factor. I shit you not. I'm going to miss the 60-cent nasi lemak just down the road. And the ikan bakar.
I'm gonna miss the lift as well. It comes in real handy when you can't wait till the twelfth floor. Ho ho ho.
I remember hiding in the garbage room with Kelvin and CC, rolling joints. CC got so fucking high he wanted to commit suicide. It was scary yet hilarious. Remember, CC? "I wanna dieee.. Just let me dieee.."
I'm sorry we didn't relent.
We got into the lift after finishing up. I remember the three of us standing there. Just waiting. Kelvin spoke up first. "Hey.. Why's the lift not moving?"
No one pressed the button.
Mr. Muru's wife is damn hot balls. Did I tell you she's Chindian? Damn hot. Damn.
It's amazing the amount of shit one can accumulate over such a period of time.
Antiquity in a piece of plastic. I feel so old.
Ha. Ha.
My sister's bitch doll gave me nightmares when I was younger. I enjoyed tearing it apart earlier. Oh joy.
Take away all the sampah and you'll have the world's nicest room and mattress.
This used to be mine. No wonder I'm so messed up.
I drew this in Standard 5. Sedap, balls. Lucky I'm not in architecture. I would've failed much worse than I have now. Ha. Ha.
I had a hard time of letting these go to the boys at the Salvation Army. From left: my band shoes, first pair of loafers, my lucky Superstars.
UPSR papers! Looking back, I think you have to be stupid not to pass:
Amin suka makan..
a. nasi
b. kasut
c. tayar
d. kayu
I'm gonna miss this place. Don't mess it up, Mr. Muru. Hot wife or not, I'll be watching you.
This entry was posted by tsh, on
Tuesday, June 21, 2005.
You can bitch back.
Oh...so that was what happened with CC and the lift thingy. Sott. Lol
The doll is freaky la...like part of Chucky's family. Issh.
I hate moving house,sometimes just can't bear to leave those memories behind...even if they're not that great. I miss my old place. :-/
steve: thanks.
yz: that's what miranda said. chucky's sister :)
haha.. good stuff to cheer me up during this period..
UPSR? I still remember "saya sebatang pen".. haha.. we will start by saying we 're stuck in a display box or something.. then wonder why people don't choose us.. then at last! someone buys us! lol..
am reminded of the trash in your house i was exposed to as a young kid (pre pubescant). no idea where uve moved to anyway..
putra
love your restoran.
u even drew a panduan for your teacher just in case she couldn't figure out which one's the chair or the table. hohoho... what's that yellow and green striped thingy? paddy field?? :P
btw, me at home banging the walls now. gimme a call whenever u wanna go out. my number's in your gmail inbox. ta!!!
green/yellow is the color scheme. very hari raya :) i was politically aware even then.
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