Rendezvous
03 December 04 : 03.35 PM
No one's at home right now, except Mae and me. But it's awfully quiet even though Bad Company is blasting from the speakers of my computer. Ann and Fu are at the club swimming, with J, Andii and Maria with them. Mom is at the club's hair salon. After lunch, Dad went for his mah-jong (a game of Chinese origin that is very popular among gamblers) session and Wilson sent me home before he went off to work. I'll be meeting Freddie and Nathan in about half an hour or so.
We went to view a house just now. It was a semi-detached house, with three storeys, bright bedrooms and presentable toilets. I didn't like it at all. It wasn't the fact that I wouldn't have my own room and toilet (I'd be sharing with Andii), or the fact that the room would be smaller anyhow, but..
I don't know. I just don't wanna move at all. I love this house. I didn't even wanna move to the bigger place with swimming pool and all. I like this place. It was like, built for us.
Right, so it was built for us. With Mom and Dad working with the architects and designers to come up with a house that suited our taste. Where can you find a house with enough built-in closets to fit all our clothes? Or a house with a secret room that is hidden behind a closet? Or a phone system that you can announce stuff over and the entire house can hear?
I hate sharing toilets. I hate it when people use my toilet, I don't know why. I get irritated to a certain extent. What's going to happen to my collection of Barbie Dolls now? Or my (as I hate to admit) massive amount of clothes? My miniature perfumes that I have displayed so neatly? All the books we have (which is really a lot of children books)?
I'm regretting how I never used to cherish all I've had, always thinking I didn't have enough. Or that I'll be happier with more clothes, more dolls, more lipglosses, more CDs.
It never used to occur to me that my family was rich, but it's hitting me now that we no longer are.
Do I want to move there? No. Why? I just don't.