What makes your house?
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Just reminiscing over previous houses and my current one, and am wondering what is it that makes a house to you?
What part of your house in the past (e.g. when you were a child) can you remember vividly?
For myself, I remember my old house before it got renovated... one of my family members found a snake in the backyard
and my brother came to the rescue by pinning it on its head with some long stick or other. He became my hero for months afterwards! 
My current home is a rented apartment, on the top (3rd) storey, it looks rather English, and has a small pond with koi / goldfish and running water. The sound of the running water is really soothing too
I love my current place cos the neighbours are friendly and considerate. -
Ask HDB
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The memories..frm childhood to present.. n the attachments
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A place where u get home-cooked food, proper sleep n not forgetting the warm nagging..
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i pissed in it.
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home is a place where i feel i truly belong there.
a place where i can feel protected n loved by other occupants
a bi4 feng1 gang3 (wat do u call this in english?) -
U forgot sth.. home is a place YOU can spend with someone YOU love..Originally posted by shinta:home is a place where i feel i truly belong there.
a place where i can feel protected n loved by other occupants
a bi4 feng1 gang3 (wat do u call this in english?) -
hmm... ya..Originally posted by Gackt247:U forgot sth.. home is a place YOU can spend with someone YOU love..
but the above is more impt to me -
for now la.. ur list will lengthen sooner or later..Originally posted by shinta:hmm... ya..
but the above is more impt to me -
ya, cos that list would include materialistic stuff, like 60 inch plasma tvOriginally posted by Gackt247:for now la.. ur list will lengthen sooner or later.. -
60in!!! Go break the bank 1st..Originally posted by shinta:ya, cos that list would include materialistic stuff, like 60 inch plasma tv
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Originally posted by Gackt247:60in!!! Go break the bank 1st..
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Furthermore.. today's homes r small.. unless u have a huge mansion or sth..Originally posted by shinta:
Den again.. if u do.. a 60in flatscreen is peanuts.. -
that's just an exampleOriginally posted by Gackt247:Furthermore.. today's homes r small.. unless u have a huge mansion or sth..
Den again.. if u do.. a 60in flatscreen is peanuts..
if the place doesn have the points that i mentioned, they won't feel like a home anymore
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It's funny how routine leaves such a deep impression on you.
The most vivid memories of my grandparents' HDB flat where I grew up in take place at breakfast time.
When I was a toddler, during breakfast my grandmother would sit me at the open door, by the gate, and feed me soft boiled eggs and milo with a plastic spoon while I watched the world go by outside.
I still remember the runny taste of egg yolk with black sauce and pepper (still my preferred way of eating soft boiled eggs), the sweet milo, and the white metal gate, with lumpy paint bubbles formed at the connecting joints of metal bars, like knots on a tree branch. -
Aww.. childhood.. i still miss the time when i go my grandma's kampong.. too bad it's gone liaoz..Originally posted by choco B:It's funny how routine leaves such a deep impression on you.
The most vivid memories of my grandparents' HDB flat where I grew up in take place at breakfast time.
When I was a toddler, during breakfast my grandmother would sit me at the open door, by the gate, and feed me soft boiled eggs and milo with a plastic spoon while I watched the world go by outside.
I still remember the runny taste of egg yolk with black sauce and pepper (still my preferred way of eating soft boiled eggs), the sweet milo, and the white metal gate, with lumpy paint bubbles formed at the connecting joints of metal bars, like knots on a tree branch.
Anyway.. congrats.. u crossed the 10k mark at last.. -
Heh my 9988 kena eaten last week
Oh well.. *shrugs* just gonna enjoy the nice-looking numbers while it lastsOriginally posted by Gackt247:Aww.. childhood.. i still miss the time when i go my grandma's kampong.. too bad it's gone liaoz..
Anyway.. congrats.. u crossed the 10k mark at last.. -
Such sweet memoriesOriginally posted by choco B:It's funny how routine leaves such a deep impression on you.
The most vivid memories of my grandparents' HDB flat where I grew up in take place at breakfast time.
When I was a toddler, during breakfast my grandmother would sit me at the open door, by the gate, and feed me soft boiled eggs and milo with a plastic spoon while I watched the world go by outside.
I still remember the runny taste of egg yolk with black sauce and pepper (still my preferred way of eating soft boiled eggs), the sweet milo, and the white metal gate, with lumpy paint bubbles formed at the connecting joints of metal bars, like knots on a tree branch. I, too, remember the times when I was in primary school, when my dad would prepare b'fast (soft boiled eggs done just the way you mentioned!) and milo for me everyday before school! -
Old home, surrounded by nature.
Now, also surrounded by nature.
Breathe fresh air everymorning.
Best thing, donnit pay for parking space. kekeke -
During childhood days would be the huge garden we get to play in, catching insects, water bomb and water gun fights and the dead giant iguna we found in the garden, killed by my dogs.Originally posted by SydneyLibrarian:Just reminiscing over previous houses and my current one, and am wondering what is it that makes a house to you?
What part of your house in the past (e.g. when you were a child) can you remember vividly?
I would call all my previous houses and current house a home because I know that it is filled with love and memories. Therefore, I would say what makes a house to me, is when I can call it home -
Originally posted by elindra:During childhood days would be the huge garden we get to play in, catching insects, water bomb and water gun fights and the dead giant iguna we found in the garden, killed by my dogs.
I would call all my previous houses and current house a home because I know that it is filled with love and memories. Therefore, I would say what makes a house to me, is when I can call it home -
ChocoB, SL, I love my eggs done the same way both of you mentioned, a bit soft and runny, with dark soya sauce and pepper. Also, a childhood legacy.
I remember my childhood spent in my grandma's 3-room HDB flat very well. It had these silver-painted metal gates that would creak a certain way when you pushed it aside. Many an idyllic day was spent sitting just behind the gate, sticking my legs out into the corridor for a stretch, and then quickly sticking my legs back in before grandma, who was a neat-freak, got wise to my antics.
The metal rails outside the common corridor were sooooo high to me then! I had to look up to see the top of the rails. Now, they reach my waist. I've become a giant!!
During the Mooncake Festival, the kids would congregate along the corridor and proudly parade their lanterns. We had 'factions' back then and I remember one year, we were envious of the larger and nicer cellophane lanterns the kids in the other 'faction' had... and how we giggled madly when they bumped into each other and their lanterns got burnt to a wicked black crisp!
In fact, I laughed so hard that day, I started to turn round and round, throwing my head up, guffawing... and... next thing I knew, I was down on the floor, with grandma yelling some Hokkien expletives and rubbing my forehead with the bottom of her slipper!! Apparently, in my giddy glee, I had walked right smack into the silver gate and sustained a 'bua-doo-ku' (contusion) on my forehead, and it was old wives' tale that if you immediately rubbed a bua-doo-ku with the bottom of your shoe, all would be well.
I remember yowling out in pain, not so much from the bua-doo-ku but from the dirt on my grandma's slipper being rubbed with great friction against my forehead!!!
Oddly enough, back in those days, kids don't succumb to illnesses and infections as easily as they seem to do nowadays. I certainly didn't get some funny infection from having dust and dirt and maybe even, soil (!!!) rubbed into the wound on my forehead! Come to think of it, my guardian angel must have been watching over me, otherwise, I could've sustained some nasty infection like meningitis or tetanus, and died!
Grandma and Grandpa still live in the same old apartment. A few of their elderly neighbours are still there too. Going back to visit them each time just brings back a flood of childhood memories. Ah... the days when I was young and playful, with not a care in the world! -
Heh. This leads me to think that people of the same generation are brought up in pretty similar ways.
I used to stick my legs out at the gate too. Those old iron gates on HDB flats are a relic!Originally posted by Rhonda:ChocoB, SL, I love my eggs done the same way both of you mentioned, a bit soft and runny, with dark soya sauce and pepper. Also, a childhood legacy.
I remember my childhood spent in my grandma's 3-room HDB flat very well. It had these silver-painted metal gates that would creak a certain way when you pushed it aside. Many an idyllic day was spent sitting just behind the gate, sticking my legs out into the corridor for a stretch, and then quickly sticking my legs back in before grandma, who was a neat-freak, got wise to my antics. -
The '70's was a period when neighbours interacted with each other and enjoyed a sense of comaraderie and helped to watch out for each other.
If grandma ran out of sugar, she just had to walk over to any neighbour living on the same floor and 'borrow' a cup of it, then 'return' the sugar when she bought it.
Groceries were bought by calling 'Ah Teck' and ordering via the phone and a few hours later, 'Ah Teck' would come with the groceries in a box being wheeled on his squeaky thingy. (eh... pai seh... suddenly just cannot recall what those things are called!)
Hearing grandma call 'Ah Teck' on the phone always made my day because sometimes, she would include a pack or two of 'Koka' crispy snacks or Twisties for me! Or if I was really really good that day, there'll be a lollipop!
Soft drinks were sold in glass bottles then. After drinking, the glass bottles would be left in the carton by a corner of the kitchen for 'Ah Teck' to come and collect for recycling. Sometimes, I'd wake up and find a cockroach inside the bottle, fatally attracted by the sweet syrupy smells and then had fallen inside the smooth bottle in its attempt to get some of the sweet nectar!
Grandpa would occasionally bring home a huge bag of cockles and then the special yellow metal basin would be brought out where they made a huge din when being emptied into it. I would continue the symphony by grabbing a spoon and shovelling them around, causing grandma to yell at me to stop the noise! Well, I'd then sit there and stop... for a short while of course, before the lure of the orchestra got overwhelmed me again! hehehe!
In those days, if you wanted to eat chicken, you had to bring home a live one! On special occasions, grandma would return from the market with a live chicken tucked under her armpit and it would then be tied in the bathroom where it'll be my reluctant playmate for a while as I sat there trying to 'make friends' with it then run yelling when it made sudden movements at me. Yeah, I got 'hen-pecked' a lot then!
Thank God Grandpa would always bring me into the bedroom to play when grandma went into the bathroom to slaughter the chicken. I never got to see the awful process. PHEW! I also never got to associate the missing chicken with the plate of nice steamed 'bai zhan ji' grandma would place on the altar table as offering to the gods and descendants before taking it to the dinner table. Sweet innocence of youth! -
Oh yeah!! hehehe! Once, I was fascinated by how they would fold in like an accordion and pushed the gates in and out, in and out, in wonder, and didnt' realise the din I was creating... until a groggy grandma, roused from her afternoon nap by my antics, came over and promptly slapped me.Originally posted by choco B:Heh. This leads me to think that people of the same generation are brought up in pretty similar ways.
I used to stick my legs out at the gate too. Those old iron gates on HDB flats are a relic!
Even back then, I was interested in details!