Home
I'm moving again. Today will probably be the last day I will be online for a while until I get settled in the new place. So with that thought I decided to write about the many places I've called home.
Obviously the first place to start would be the home I grew up in. I was privileged enough to grow up in a comfortable home. Nothing special about it. A simple two storey house with a huge garden. Now the garden wasn't much but I enjoyed walking around from time to time. It's big enough that you can actually get a considerable amount of exercise from jogging around it. There used to be tall coconut trees from corner to corner and flower beds littered around. At one corner there is a swing set and a basketball court right where the driveway ends. My neighbours are family members (my dad's brothers to be exact) but they don't exactly get along very well so we were never very close with them. I still remember a time where my cousins would come over and we would have a great time playing sports or just messing about in the garden. Even during my SPM exams I would be studying for an hour only to go downstairs and play basketball for two. Basketball was always my brother's thing but it didn't stop me for trying even though I got my ass handed to me more often than not. There was this one time where I was so enthusiastic about beating him that when the ball went out of play, I dived into the garden to try and save it. I was lying on my back in the grass when my brother rushed over and ran away yelling for my parents. I was wondering why when I noticed a chunk of flesh was missing on my right knee. Apparently I landed on a brick. Of course I thought I was gonna die because the blood was gushing out (yeah, seriously) and because I was a kid. That was where I got my weak knee.
Happy times indeed.
Over time things changed. As we grew up the swing set is hardly used anymore and my brother stopped playing basketball because of an injury he picked up. The coconut trees got cut down as they were interfering with power lines. The weirdest part about this is only one tree was the problem but my parents decided to remove every tree. Flower beds weren't tended to and most of them died. Today there are only a few spurts of flowers which are barely alive nor dead and now the house just looks like it's in the middle of a small field.
When I moved out here for college I was staying over at my brother's for a while. It was really fun and I thought I could stay there forever but I got kicked out because he needed his own space. Truth is I got kicked out because his housemates didn't like me. So much for brotherly love. So I moved into a new place which didn't last past 6 months. I had to move again and this time I stayed there for 2 years.
I didn't stay that long because I liked it but more because it was convenient. It was a small apartment at Raya Court and I had this weird housemate, David. I still run into him from time to time but if I had to make a wild guess I would say he's probably turned gay or at least bisexual. The last time I sat down to have a drink with him he said and I quote "You really handsome ah now" and told Ryan he was good looking multiple times. I have no idea how the fuck I missed that one. He seemed pretty normal when I was living there. Anyways, I often would walk to a location two hours away just to play football. One time, a friend accidentally kicked me so hard that my right hamstring got so swollen I could barely walk. He didn't even bothered to offer me a ride home and so there I was limping all the way home. Let's just say I didn't go back. The area around had a reputation for being notorious with burglaries and whatnot's but that never stopped me from walking around in the middle of night just to grab a bite to eat or watch football at the restaurant. After two years I eventually moved out and went back to Labuan to work.
3 years ago I came back here and moved in with a friend of mine here in Beverly Hills. I lived in this tiny room with no windows. Well actually it was a store room but I converted it into a room because I didn't have much stuff then. Man that place had so much memories. Some of them include;
The World Cup
Me, Brian and our girlfriends going through tequila only for the four of us to end up in the cinema watching The Host drunk as fuck.
My younger cousin losing his virginity.
Watching a drunk couple fuck in their car right outside our window.
My ex and I cleaning up the place only for me to end up on the couch watching a match and her on top of me sleeping soundly.
Climbing up to the bedroom window of my ex to get lucky and still get back in time to watch that famous Manchester United versus Roma match.
Watching a lesbian couple fight only for one of them to try and kill herself in the most pathetic way possible.
Waking up in the middle of the night with a ghost on me.
Watching TV at two in the morning for the clock to suddenly start working for an hour even though that clock never works.
There are so much more memories but after a year I had to move out as my housemates were all moving on. The best part was when they neglected to tell me until there was only two weeks left so I took refuge at the first place I found. It was a new block and I hated that place from the day I moved in. It wasn't helping that I was going through a lot of stuff with the TF incident that the place had to be as equally depressing. During my college breaks I would stay at Brian's place as I didn't want to go back to Labuan. After a few months he got a new job here at Beverly and I told him instead of worrying over transportation he should just move in with me.
A couple of months after that we met a new friend (sister of my then housemate) and we got close. We went out every night and in the day when I wasn't busy I would be helping her out with her work. One day we made a mutual decision to find a new place and that is how I ended up in this place. At first we were just excited that we were going to have a place all to ourselves. Soon after an empty house would have furniture. I remember the first time the couch came I slept on it that very night. My friend would cook for us and we hung out like a family. It felt nice.
The expression all good things come to an end could never be truer in this situation. My housemate got into trouble but we were always there to bail her out. After helping her with so much she turned on us. Suddenly this place didn't feel like it was ours anymore. Soon the house became empty again as everything was sold off and she disappeared and we were left with all the debts. Luckily we were able to pull through and clear everything up. We never heard from her again for a couple of months when she decided to pay us a visit. She wanted us to bail her out again but this time we didn't. We understood that she was very generous and kind to us before but the fact of the matter is when the time came she abandoned us. Our kindness was misplaced and the feeling of being used and betrayed like that never went away. That was the last time we heard from her.
It's funny how a little perspective can open your eyes to things you never noticed before.
I was reminiscing yesterday when I noticed how an empty house echoes. It doesn't when there is furniture around. Yeah I know, acoustics 101; furniture absorbs sound. The thing is that's how people are too. When you feel alone, all the words and thoughts just seem to bounce back at you with no one to talk to. When you have great friends or someone you care about those words start to take meaning and patient ears reward you with a sense of satisfaction and content.
I will be moving into the new place tomorrow but honestly I don't even know where it is or what it looks like. This time I didn't bother to look and sent Brian instead. A new place brings new hope. It's that good feeling you get especially if you really like the place that you want to stay there as long as possible. I guess I'm giving that up. I don't really hate moving around but it's nice to have something to come back to. All I've ever had were just temporary places to call home.
Obviously the first place to start would be the home I grew up in. I was privileged enough to grow up in a comfortable home. Nothing special about it. A simple two storey house with a huge garden. Now the garden wasn't much but I enjoyed walking around from time to time. It's big enough that you can actually get a considerable amount of exercise from jogging around it. There used to be tall coconut trees from corner to corner and flower beds littered around. At one corner there is a swing set and a basketball court right where the driveway ends. My neighbours are family members (my dad's brothers to be exact) but they don't exactly get along very well so we were never very close with them. I still remember a time where my cousins would come over and we would have a great time playing sports or just messing about in the garden. Even during my SPM exams I would be studying for an hour only to go downstairs and play basketball for two. Basketball was always my brother's thing but it didn't stop me for trying even though I got my ass handed to me more often than not. There was this one time where I was so enthusiastic about beating him that when the ball went out of play, I dived into the garden to try and save it. I was lying on my back in the grass when my brother rushed over and ran away yelling for my parents. I was wondering why when I noticed a chunk of flesh was missing on my right knee. Apparently I landed on a brick. Of course I thought I was gonna die because the blood was gushing out (yeah, seriously) and because I was a kid. That was where I got my weak knee.
Happy times indeed.
Over time things changed. As we grew up the swing set is hardly used anymore and my brother stopped playing basketball because of an injury he picked up. The coconut trees got cut down as they were interfering with power lines. The weirdest part about this is only one tree was the problem but my parents decided to remove every tree. Flower beds weren't tended to and most of them died. Today there are only a few spurts of flowers which are barely alive nor dead and now the house just looks like it's in the middle of a small field.
When I moved out here for college I was staying over at my brother's for a while. It was really fun and I thought I could stay there forever but I got kicked out because he needed his own space. Truth is I got kicked out because his housemates didn't like me. So much for brotherly love. So I moved into a new place which didn't last past 6 months. I had to move again and this time I stayed there for 2 years.
I didn't stay that long because I liked it but more because it was convenient. It was a small apartment at Raya Court and I had this weird housemate, David. I still run into him from time to time but if I had to make a wild guess I would say he's probably turned gay or at least bisexual. The last time I sat down to have a drink with him he said and I quote "You really handsome ah now" and told Ryan he was good looking multiple times. I have no idea how the fuck I missed that one. He seemed pretty normal when I was living there. Anyways, I often would walk to a location two hours away just to play football. One time, a friend accidentally kicked me so hard that my right hamstring got so swollen I could barely walk. He didn't even bothered to offer me a ride home and so there I was limping all the way home. Let's just say I didn't go back. The area around had a reputation for being notorious with burglaries and whatnot's but that never stopped me from walking around in the middle of night just to grab a bite to eat or watch football at the restaurant. After two years I eventually moved out and went back to Labuan to work.
3 years ago I came back here and moved in with a friend of mine here in Beverly Hills. I lived in this tiny room with no windows. Well actually it was a store room but I converted it into a room because I didn't have much stuff then. Man that place had so much memories. Some of them include;
The World Cup
Me, Brian and our girlfriends going through tequila only for the four of us to end up in the cinema watching The Host drunk as fuck.
My younger cousin losing his virginity.
Watching a drunk couple fuck in their car right outside our window.
My ex and I cleaning up the place only for me to end up on the couch watching a match and her on top of me sleeping soundly.
Climbing up to the bedroom window of my ex to get lucky and still get back in time to watch that famous Manchester United versus Roma match.
Watching a lesbian couple fight only for one of them to try and kill herself in the most pathetic way possible.
Waking up in the middle of the night with a ghost on me.
Watching TV at two in the morning for the clock to suddenly start working for an hour even though that clock never works.
There are so much more memories but after a year I had to move out as my housemates were all moving on. The best part was when they neglected to tell me until there was only two weeks left so I took refuge at the first place I found. It was a new block and I hated that place from the day I moved in. It wasn't helping that I was going through a lot of stuff with the TF incident that the place had to be as equally depressing. During my college breaks I would stay at Brian's place as I didn't want to go back to Labuan. After a few months he got a new job here at Beverly and I told him instead of worrying over transportation he should just move in with me.
A couple of months after that we met a new friend (sister of my then housemate) and we got close. We went out every night and in the day when I wasn't busy I would be helping her out with her work. One day we made a mutual decision to find a new place and that is how I ended up in this place. At first we were just excited that we were going to have a place all to ourselves. Soon after an empty house would have furniture. I remember the first time the couch came I slept on it that very night. My friend would cook for us and we hung out like a family. It felt nice.
The expression all good things come to an end could never be truer in this situation. My housemate got into trouble but we were always there to bail her out. After helping her with so much she turned on us. Suddenly this place didn't feel like it was ours anymore. Soon the house became empty again as everything was sold off and she disappeared and we were left with all the debts. Luckily we were able to pull through and clear everything up. We never heard from her again for a couple of months when she decided to pay us a visit. She wanted us to bail her out again but this time we didn't. We understood that she was very generous and kind to us before but the fact of the matter is when the time came she abandoned us. Our kindness was misplaced and the feeling of being used and betrayed like that never went away. That was the last time we heard from her.
It's funny how a little perspective can open your eyes to things you never noticed before.
I was reminiscing yesterday when I noticed how an empty house echoes. It doesn't when there is furniture around. Yeah I know, acoustics 101; furniture absorbs sound. The thing is that's how people are too. When you feel alone, all the words and thoughts just seem to bounce back at you with no one to talk to. When you have great friends or someone you care about those words start to take meaning and patient ears reward you with a sense of satisfaction and content.
I will be moving into the new place tomorrow but honestly I don't even know where it is or what it looks like. This time I didn't bother to look and sent Brian instead. A new place brings new hope. It's that good feeling you get especially if you really like the place that you want to stay there as long as possible. I guess I'm giving that up. I don't really hate moving around but it's nice to have something to come back to. All I've ever had were just temporary places to call home.
I kinda figured out why I can't write anything after reading back every post.
The guy who wrote those....
He had heart.
Till Next Time
Ki//joy
The guy who wrote those....
He had heart.
Till Next Time
Ki//joy
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