and as i lay in bed last night...

i was thinking about this home.

where i grew up since 3 years old.
how we changed the furniture to suit our age... like from double deck beds to two single bed side by side.
how we had fun in the kitchen when young, recording our conversation, pretending that we were radio deejays.
how it was, playing on the piano, this piano that accompanied through the ages.
studying for my major exams, getting sun burnt from the morning sun.
practising for NAPFA's shuttle run from the living room to the store room, standing broad jump...
fighting over computer.
getting my first sprained arm from being pushed down the bed by my sis.
playing around in the bathroom and causing my sis to suffer a cut on her head and having to stitch it up.
looking at the aeroplanes. taking off, landing.
walking to the MRT.
walking everywhere.
going to the playgrounds, exploring each and everyone of them.

i will miss this home.