景界录

Not sure if I have ever written about my old house, but at the moment, I would really want to write on it, after watching the 9th episode of Hotaru no Hikari, where Ahomiya left her beloved home that stored lots of her precious memory.

That was a house that stores my memory, probably from the very first few memory I could have stored until a day in my 18th. Everything was so sudden.
I just finished my class in the Friday and it's time to go back home. My mum came to fetch me, but this time, you turn right when you came out from Inti, a more convenient way of taking the highway, a more convenient way in reaching S2, just when I started to like the road between Inti and PD.
I reached the new home of S2, and was told to stay overnight there. Just that, I never thought my last night in my PD home, ended so abruptly, that I couldn't even remember what has ever happened that day. Did I do this? Did I do that? I always thought that there will be an official day of moving in where everyone would be informed and made preparation of that day arrival.

Few more weeks after moving into the new house, the old house was set to sales. Few more weeks later, potential buyer was found and few more months later, the house was sold. In between that period, my parents and I traveled frequently to PD, to clear off stuff and bringing over whatever necessary. Deep inside my heart, I wished I could spend another night there, I just couldn't voice it out as it sounded so awkward.

And one day, a lorry was hired and all major stuff that were set to moved were moved. Those set to thrown were thrown. Those set to keep on going keeping and clearing were set so. Some of the stuff were also given away or recycled. From that day on, there will never be a chance, to spend a night there - it had been getting messy, old beds were moved, dust was everywhere. And a few more days, the piano was moved by hired professionals.

The moving intensified when the purchase was confirmed. At those days, getting down PD was like a repetitive task, in order to clear off all the stuff. Do I feel glad about it? Nah, everyone just wanted to end it as quickly as possible. The nearer the day of handing over the house, the more frustrating it was getting as it never seemed that the clearing off could end.

But then, that day did come. The keys that we had been using for years were finally handed over to the lawyer, and we received a cheque. That did not buy away my memory though.

A lot of things happened.
Before the Astro era, getting TV channels reception could be hard. My dad would climb up to the roof, trying to set everything up. He would ask my bro for assistance, but that did not stop me from climbing up as well. How does being up at the roof be? Well, nothing to fear of? Never thought of how dangerous it could be if I ever slipped, considering there were slippery molds growing on some of the roof pieces.

I took part in quite a number of deforestation in my home, where trees are trimmed down or even cut down. My dad loves planting, and my old home had mango tree, coconut tree, guava, papaya, jambu etc. No durian though. That attracts a lot of ants. All types of ants. Those big red one, could engage a fight with the big black one. Catch them, cut off their legs, and see how they do. Well, little kid did bad things there.

The sideyard (you know, there's backyard, at the back.. so at the side, should be sideyard) was home to my drawing classes, where I had never paid full attention on. Well, it's my home, and I could easily walked into it, for toilet, for a drink, or for a moment of watching TV. My mum was strict, but it never kept my mind in the classes. Nevertheless, I have quite some little achievement, clinching a lot of no. 2 (shit, there's always that no. 1 that I can't beat) and some no. 1 (when the no. 1 did not take part.) If only, I could learn drawing at there again.

Our street, was small, and lived the Chinese and the Indian. When I was small, I even got invited for Deepavali. That's Malaysia for you - multiracial and multi-cultural. There's also arguments over the area outside my home which is best for parking cars.

We did painting on our own. I always loved scrapped the unwanted paint before my dad and my bro will pick up the responsibility in putting up the new paint. The light pink, light green.

I still remembered that during my secondary school time, I could only online until 12am - and I got nicknamed the Cinderella. My mum never failed in making me switching off the computer when the clock struck 12. There was once, or twice that I made it beyond 12, at the days where my mum fell sick. Well, little kid did bad things again.

I used to sleep in a room where we three shared, used to have a little radio before my sleep (as I ranted about my sis getting a walkman), used to sleep in the living room (for what reason I forgot already), used to be chased up to the little upstairs we had - that my bro ruled entirely.
The upstairs was originally a store room, which eventually get cleaned off for bedding. And my bro was the keyman in clearing off all those stuff, thus commanding every inches of that room. He drew faces on wall that doesn't look like faces.
But upon chasing up, I was so scared. In my mind, that piece of land is a store room - a clean version of garbage centre. Why would I sleep at there?
I got no choice but to do so though - and that happened for a loooong year, where my bro and I slept upstairs. Well, I got senior in rank on that room in the end, after my sis joined us.

Used to fight with my bro, and somehow, I always won against him. Did he give me the chance or did I actually being far better? You know, those wrestling that brothers would have. And my bolster was such a great weapon that he feared so badly. Ah, we never forgot to take off our specs when the fight started. Could this still be happening? Nah, everyone got a personal room, and never is there a chance two bed could combine on the floor, making a perfect arena for wrestling.

And that upstairs was so complete, even with sensors of any enemies approaching. Sometimes, when siblings get together, it's just hard to get asleep even when the light was off. Parents will thus come up and just ask everybody to sleep. You know what. The staircase is the perfect sensors. On the 5th case, whichever way you step on it, regardless of how, it squeaks (yes, present tense, it still probably does unless it's lubricated by the new owner). And for the rest of 10 stair case like that, light must be switched off (if left on) and everybody will be straightening themselves up in the bed with blanket. But parents knew what's going on everytime, you just get scolded for a while, before you heard them walking back towards their room and confirmed their entrance with the faint sound of the door shutting.

And light. Yeah, regardless of how, I was always the one switching off the light. Even when I got senior in rank after my sis joined, I still did that job. Once in a while, my bro did it. But he never did with his hand. He collected some of the longer thing, ruler, unwanted cane, pencil etc. and make into one long sword. Now, that's cool and he taped it black. Come on, he knew what was Ichigo using in Bleach for bankai mode. And he put up LEGO and made a pistol. Who could ever forget those things? That's classic.

And we used to make a own basketball board with the ring and net. And we played basketball by the sideyard (even if it's roofed). Whenever the ball hit the roof, it made a loud noise, making us thought that me made a hole through it. And world cup moment got us crazy for football. Penalty shootout all the days for lack of kaki. How many times we broke the windows? How many times the balls fell into the drains?

I must had missed a lot more unforgettable moments. And how could I ever finish telling the 15 years I had lived there.
I was born in Klang and I stay in Seremban 2 now. But, if you ever asked about my hometown, that would be Port Dickson with its grey beach. Ah, not to forget the great friends over there.