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sheesh i suppose sunday was the last day i am ever gg back to my old home. it is officially sold, to my neighbour. -.- we made a big lost about 0.1m. well... at least it's sold.

i went back there on sunday and the whole place was covered with shit. seriously like biggg shits which i have never seen before in that house. one year it was left to rot. i guess cant expect much.

now the thought of having to officially not own the house's quite sad. i look at all my soft toys still left on the shelves. i have the urge to bring them all over. but they were too dusty. i would often stand there for like near a minute to decide whether to bring them over. i wanna bring the xmas bear which my grandma bought for me when i was in pri sch over but its too dirty. i wanted to bring the bobdog which i persuaded my DAD to get for me over, but its too dirty too. like, :( rly rly rly like them cos they just got this lil bit of sentimental value. and after struggling for so long, i only brought my twenty which i bought from australia(thank goodness it wasnt that dirty), the coca cola polar bear(i intend to sell it), and a lil xmas white bear. the rest were just too much covered in dust. :( and my barbiedolls. seriously i loved them so much. i actl put all of them in the bag to be brought over. but i still decided to forgo my first barbie doll and the other adult one. i brought the cutest 2 over. i took it back home. wanted to wash it. but i guess it wouldnt work afterall. cos the car's supposed to move when i press the horn button. IN THE END, i just took photo and threw them away. cos it was rly toooo dusty. i hate itttttttttttttttttttttttttt. :((


the old home kept alot of my memories, whether good or bad, every part of the house from the silver gate which my and my bro used to climbed over, the garden which we kept rabbits and where the snakes lurk, the backyard me and my maid played, the toilet which is always filled with flies, the kitchen where i learnt how to fry an egg at the age of 11, the living room with the antique sofa, the dining room without tv, the maids room which always leaks water, the master bedroom, the room which me and my bro shared, the third floor room which my whole family squeezed in when i was young, to the toilet which my mum loved most,


they are all kept in my heart so fresh like ytd.

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