This is probably the last time I’d be blogging from my apartment. I badly wanted to type one line at least so, (S)ee yo(u) (A)gain, SUA. Thank you for helping me find a bunch of monkeys that I’ll always remember <3.
Pray for my weak heart. Finally sinking in that I left SUA almost a week back. Before leaving, I managed to type those few lines so that I’ll have the feel of ‘blogging for the last time from my 2nd home’. So senti(mental) – see what I did there?
I stayed here for 2 years and 2 months. All alone. Without Mr. Prime Minister, Mrs. Home Minister & G. So proud of myself that I’ll consider this an accomplishment and proudly say that this was my longest relationship. Now what you don’t know is… *jeng jeng jeng*
I used to go back every, single, damn weekend – W.I.T.H.O.U.T F.A.I.L
Honestly, I’d die without seeing mumzie & dadzie every week but I can assure you that I’ll survive a millennium without seeing G. That’s ‘coz we fight for the slightest things. From past experiences, we used to have 3-4 wars per day. The wars were so intense that sometimes weapons such as hangers and ‘rotans‘ (which were initially bought by Mrs. Home Minister to discipline us) were used.
These wars were usually ended by Mr. Prime Minister and his famous speech… Since all you would never have the chance to be present at our peacemaking ceremonies, here goes the transcript:
Rasathi, you both shouldn’t be fighting like this all ma, someday when amma and appa are gone you both will only have each other. You both must learn how to follow peace with one another…. etc etc etc.
In case you are wondering, as of today, that speech has been recited over 1 million times and we still religiously fight over the weekends and even minutes before I leave for the train station. Sometimes I really can’t wait for her to get married and leave but then I’ll life would be so boring ‘coz I’ll be left to argue with the mango tree and rose plants in my house 😦
Despite knowing that we’ll now fight for 24/7 plus mumzie and dadzie might need to get Mahatma Gandhi to settle these wars, I still wonder how I decided to move out from SUA?!
I guess, sometimes you got to expect the unexpected and that’s one thing 2017 has taught me about. All good and bad things must come to an end. For me, moving out was that end. I love being back and knowing the fact that I’ll see the faces that I love every day. (I know I’m such a sweet daughter, too bad that I’m not your child).
I can no longer call SUA my second home, but I’ll always remember the memories I had while staying there *takes a tissue roll and wipes the flowing tears*.
On another note: Dear SU Apartment, you can now pay me for all this free publicity. I bet you have my bank details already.
The Rebel which left your premises.