My Home

After the exhausting run, my classmates and I went to Kovan for a bowling session. Been ages since I bowled! The awesome feeling when you got a strike after many tries! Classmates left for home leaving me alone because of some errands I have to run, for Mum... Instead, since that I have plenty of time to spare, I decided to take a walk back to my old apartment :(

Missed my old apartment badly. Though it is a run-down 20-30 years old HDB flat, it held lots of my childhood memories in every corner of the place. Tried ransacking my rusty old memories to find my way to my old apartment. Barely managed to do so due to the fact that most of the features have been removed :( Although there was a feeling that told me to turn my back and head back home, there was this attachment between me and my old apartment that causes a interrelation magnetic field that urged my curiosity to continue sinking. Hence, me being an extremely sentimental guy, decided to take the newly built lift up to check out how my old house was doing.

As I stepped in to the lift, I started feeling anxious about how my old apartment will look like now. I navigated my way through all my ex-neighbours' apartments and finally reached my old apartment. The door was opened and I could see everything inside. It was rented out to other people by my grandma so as to earn some income of her own. The familiar pattern of the floor tiles and the rough walls with a mark of a familiar looking crayon drawing I drew when I was young.

Held back my tears upon this sight as this image took me back in time to when I was a little 5 years old kid having all the fun there. Back then, I was still playing Gameboy Color in one corner, playing Pokemon cards with my siblings on the floor, facepainting ourselves with water colour paint and sitting on the floor watching Ultraman. Ahh~~ The memories are just so awesomely vivid I could drift away standing!

However, I cannot stand there staring into someone's rented house forever... I need to leave. Stepping into the lift nearest to my old apartment and taking a last glimpse of it before I leave is like leaving my old apartment 8 years ago and move into a totally new environment - upset and heartbroken... I miss my old apartment...

All the fun we had when we were young will never be able to be on par with the fun we have now as teenagers or growing adults. Parents will not understand that kind of sentimental value as a kid. They just want to do things that they think benefit us back instead, leave us scarred.

*Sigh*... Now, after 8 years I have left my old apartment, I have already forge a strong solid attachment with my new apartment and this bond is extremely rigid. My parents made plans to shift house during the end of this year. I swear to God, I will do anything to make parents give up on making me shift house together with them into some deserted place that I will be calling "home".

History will not repeat itself again this time.