Rendezvous
13 June 08 : 01.50 AM
(I'm listening to old CDs I burned while studying. CDs I'd spent hours compiling and adjusting track listing and all that. Really absurd stuff. I feel all emotional the way I was then. I hardly listen to music anymore. I find that it distracts me from my thoughts. Dani's here and I want to scream because right before he slept, we exchanged angry words and he just turned over.)
I'm moving to a new place this July. A place, a 5 minutes drive away from this house. This house, and the one before, and the one before that one. I've lived in this Hua Guan/Binjai Park estate since I was 7. Holland/Namly before that, but nothing I remember. This is what I remember of growing up. From inviting friends over when I was just a 7 year old celebrating my birthday, to holding hands with my first love walking around my neighbourhood, to here and this. At the new place, I'll be getting my own toilet again. Twice as big as this sick excuse for a house but half what I used to have. I'm not complaining. I had always championed leaving this house. This place always felt temporary anyway.