Been busy

It has been some time since I update my blog. A friend asked me why I have not been doing it. I do not know why as well. Maybe I have been busy. It seems that I have reached a certain point in my life this year where I am reflecting on my life so far.

Yesterday I told my husband that I want to continue leaving in my parents's home even after we get married. I love this place. It holds so much memories for me. I have been here since K2. I was a really teeny tiny cutie tot you know?

All the memories of hating to wake up to go to school.
All the memories of coming back from school and watching television at 3pm on TV8.
All the memories of being caned by my mother.
All the memories of toting to the market with my dad and washing his car with him on Sundays.
All the memories of playing with my neighbours, riding around in our bicycles squishing milipedes and scraping myself.
All the memories of having to come home to tell my mum I failed E Maths.
All the memories of fighting with my brother.
All the memories of my father siding me.
All the memories of my mother siding him.
All the memories of me crying in my room.
All the memories of having period cramps at 3am and crying to my mother.
All the memories of my mother rubbing Axe oil on my tum tum till I fall asleep.
All the memories of talking my ex-es on the phone till the wee hours of the morning.
All the memories of wanting to leave home after a fight with my mummy.
All the memories of making up with my mother.
All the memories of eating steamboat during Chinese New Year.
All the memories of hugging my mummy and daddy when I am in my "mood".
All the memories of listening to my mummy nag.
All the memories of listening to my daddy talk about his childhood.
All the memories of playing stupid games with my brother.
All the memories of my FAMILY.
ALL MY MEMORIES :)

I am feeling this squishy feeling around my heart, a lump in my thoart and tears in my eyes.

I am a sentimental old fool. But I love this home I have. I am not ready to leave. I don't want to go.

Must all good things come to an end?

Can't I just stay here forever?