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.

This entry was posted by tsh, on Tuesday, June 21, 2005. You can bitch back.