Well the reason the blog is not updated lately, was because I was moving to a new place.
In a way its starting over, which is good.
New stages to look forward to and old problems left behind.
The day before the move last Saturday, there was a lot of boxes in the living room.
My room was quiet and so was I but i already feel strange and somehow detached from these walls.
Its the fifth time I’m moving.
All the hard work packing my junk consolidated into numerous knee high boxes.
The things you unearth from every corner of your room and the time spent looking at old photos, gifts, postcards.
It tugs your heart reliving old cherished memories
The room then became empty and filled with echoes.
A lot of memories; fond or otherwise, of the house.
I want to get detached from my room and the place.
I want to detach myself from almost everything i know.
Is that possible? …
I took a last glance and left it all behind
Well the moving lasted a whole day.
After the physical part was over, when I was in the new house I felt as though I was living a borrowed life.
But come Sunday, i knew my way around much better in my new crib, which was funnily reassuring.
I love my new room.
Smaller, more cosier and I can blast my new songs.
To all my friends, feel free to visit me during Raya aight!
Anyway, Grandma is here, on a short visit from Malaysia.
That means simple, salty kampung (village) style food and the constant granny rants which I cant get enough of.
From her, I knew of things about my late mum, uncles or relatives that they wouldnt reveal themselves.
Did ya know I’m sekerat (partly) Indonesian.
My buyut (great-grandfather) was from Jakarta.
Hey Rusydi, kita ngomong-ngomong sekali related! Ahak
