With the upcoming move in just 3days' time, I cant help but think how much I would be missing my current house.


The luxury of space, the luxury of having lifts that arent coordinated so I can press both lifts at the same time, and both lifts would appear on my floor, the luxury of the wide open space outside my house that I can do cartwheels in (not that I have done so), and the luxury of having 67, 188 and 975 right at my door steps so on days that I feel lazy and wanna take a bus to the trains station, I could always hop onto one instead of walking over (esp when I'm wearing my 4 inches heels).


This house saw me through my PSLE. Not that I have loads of memories of me mugging for my PSLE. Just waking up real damn early just to make breakfast (sausages or ham with bread) before walking out with my Da Jie to take the train to school. The one memory that mattered the most of the freedom of being away from home, such that I could loiter before going home. i.e. going to Popular and start testing out all the cool pens that I could never afford; going to the library to borrow loads and loads of books, and reading while walking on the way home until my eyes couldnt take the glare of the sun reflecting on the pages of the novels.


This house saw me through my Nanyang days, of me waking up at 5.45am just to take the 6.15am bus to school, and often reaching at 6.45am -- even before the sun rises, and thus have to walk the long dark lonely road into Kings Road, scrambling up the stairs for fear of ghosts or the dogs suddenly pouncing on me. It then saw me through my burns in Sec 2, and my guiding days -- picking up twigs for firelighting but my twigs would never be good enough 'cause they arent of the right kind. Oh wells.


I could still remember the days of me surfing the net in the study room (when it was still a study room), connecting via the dial-up connection, which inevitably resulted in the house phone being unavailable. Those werent the days of handphone age yet, and so whenever somebody were to call home, they would need to possess the utter patience in trying to break the dial-up connection to get through (much to my frustrations in being disconnected from my IRC chats), or they could just call and hang up like what my Mom would do just to check if I'm using the net or not. Those were the days man.


However, I could never study in this house. I can either stay at home and study (and get distracted by the temptations of the laptop and bed) or I could go out and study for the sake of my grades. So all through my years of education (save for my Pri 6 year), I was perpetually studying outside of my house, at school, at the cc, at whereever, but never home.


Ohhhh.. Then came the appearance of the crows at the trees surrounding my block. They wake up at 3am (sometimes before I even sleep), and caused such a chaos with their relentless chirpings (or cawings whichever you prefer), till the town council or whatever got so pissed off at the number of complaints that they just cut off practically all trees in the carpark area. They even uprooted 2 trees, and replanted with 2 tiny little seedlings that are still trying to grow as I type. That, I wouldnt miss. But hey, I wouldnt know what would I face when I move over to the new place, would I?


I guess I would miss the strong water pressure from taps and showerheads, the serenity (when the crows didnt appear), the readily available provision shop (which has this auntie that made me so mad at her that I didnt frequent it for years now), the immense storage place, and the memories that I have of it. It is the longest ever that I have ever stayed in one area - exactly 12 years (and I'm only 23), so I guess, it's farewell my dear house.


And I shall chiong back to packing the remnants that are still scattered all around. =)

Been pretty busy. Resulting in the inactivity online, and over here at my blog.


Loads of people been flying: Fen for HK to work, Ninny for Boston for her PhD, Moon Star for Taiwan in pursuit of her dreams, Biatcho for Czech Republic for exchange, Wennie back to Switzerland, and Gauri back to London for studies.


Everyone's leaving me behind. =((


So in the weeks leading up to them flying off, been so crazily going out, meeting up, trying to squeeze more time! More time! And MORE TIME! with them.


Sadly, I didnt get to meet up with Gauri before she flew back to London. Sighs.


And I fell sick last week. Been coughing like a TB patient for the past few days. Sudden itch in the throat can render me tearing and choking back my coughs, which felt a gazillion times worse on a crowded train, and people trying to siam my coughs.


I do not appreciate being looked upon as a pot full of H1N1 germs, thank you very much, so you all can quit averting your eyes, but sneaking glares back at me in an attempt to glare my coughs into stopping. Eye power doesnt work this way my darlings.


The way eye power works is in a class of 17 Primary 6 kids that act more like monkeys than really twelve year old kids. Jumping around in class, the usual using of handphones/reading of books under the table, walking around in class, asking to go to the toilet after every 15mins, sitting at the table and banging the chair onto the fake wall partition in a rhythmic THUMP-THUMP-THUMP causing the tutor in the next class to come storming into my class to demand for it to stop, stealing pencil cases and throwing them into the bins, eating in class and throwing the damn chips at this other girl.

And the list can go on and on and on. A normal day of 1.5hours of tuition is normally conducted with approximately 45mins of screaming at this boy to stop blabbering to himself really loudly, stop chatting and do your damn maths!, can you please kindly sit down and stop moving around, do you wanna shut up or not?; 30mins of teaching; and 15mins of sitting there in exasperation.


So, on the day that I nearly torn my lungs out from coughing and wheezing with a non existent voice to boot, I used my eye power.


"Do you all wanna shut up and listen to me anot?" said in this really buay song way, with an utterly black face, and constant staring.


And apparently it worked so well that the normally noisy class became as quiet as church mice, to the extent that I was so uncomfortable in the silence as I went through the papers.


Oh wells, one cant have the best of both world, can she?


In other news, I'm 8days away from moving over to my new house, and I have my notes, shoes, bags, table, forgotten soft toys stuffed in this top cupboard, and more notes and crap unpacked. Needless to say, I'm panicking like crazy. I'm also cutting down on the number of times that I go out till I moved for fear of being nagged like crazy for "How much have you packed? You have so much unpacked and you are still going out every single day? Where will you find the time to pack then? We are moving in X days and you are still unpacked! You're always giving me the excuse that you don't have time, how will you find the time if you keep going out huh?" yada yada yada.


So it's really easier just to come home and nua instead of going out, only to come back to a string of naggings.


Sigh.


And I'm really sorry for no pictures. (Alright, not that sorry. Just a teeny weeny feeling of guilt.) But do pardon me till after my move k? =)