My Home, My Pantry
i call it the after dinner syndrome
snacking
a most undesirable habit
well i settled with...............
H.L. milk...
and while i was trying to finish all the milk (1 and 1/2 cups) that was left in the carton, i stood beside the sink and wondered...
'This pantry has been familiar to me for the past 18 yrs...'
18 years... i've stayed at my house for 18 years... i wonder what sort of emotions will overcome me the day i have to leave this place... by the way i'm 20 this year... so that means i've stayed here almost all my life... the pantry hasn't changed much since my childhood days... there's still the usual mess of tidbits, a taoist altar belonging to my aunties housing the same idols as it did almost 2 decades ago and a toaster which looks like it's gonna fall apart any time soon... maybe we should retire it... haha... ok there had been some innovations in technology... like a new fridge and the addition of a microwave oven... but yeah... the pantry... a place of memories
i remember the time when my sis and i hung around in the pantry to act spastic and talk cock after dinner... come to think bout it... we do it all the time... now that she's married and lives somewhere else, we'll still do it whenever she comes back for dinner... and then there's the hush hush discussion in the pantry whenever conversation went haywire and tempers were flared during dinner... there's the time when i rummaged for food any time of the day... there's the time when my cousins, my siblings and i juz hung around in the pantry to chit chat...
the pantry is the only way to go from the house itself to the backyard... therefore it can be said to be a place of high importance... it's like a place we can't miss passing through before we can have dinner... it's like the doorway, the holding area for prospective son or daughter in-laws of the choy clan before they meet the aunties who govern the kitchen ie the backyard... now, many years since those first meetings, we'll have kids running amok in the house during festive periods... it's the place where my cousin will sheepishly creep through to get to the backyard to eat his 'ba gua' in secret becoz his wife wun allow him to... it's some place i call home...
i'll have to live this house one day... it is an inevitable turn of life... but before that, i will cherish my everyday here...
more importantly, i will never let these heartwarming memories be gone with the wind...
snacking
a most undesirable habit
well i settled with...............
H.L. milk...
and while i was trying to finish all the milk (1 and 1/2 cups) that was left in the carton, i stood beside the sink and wondered...
'This pantry has been familiar to me for the past 18 yrs...'
18 years... i've stayed at my house for 18 years... i wonder what sort of emotions will overcome me the day i have to leave this place... by the way i'm 20 this year... so that means i've stayed here almost all my life... the pantry hasn't changed much since my childhood days... there's still the usual mess of tidbits, a taoist altar belonging to my aunties housing the same idols as it did almost 2 decades ago and a toaster which looks like it's gonna fall apart any time soon... maybe we should retire it... haha... ok there had been some innovations in technology... like a new fridge and the addition of a microwave oven... but yeah... the pantry... a place of memories
i remember the time when my sis and i hung around in the pantry to act spastic and talk cock after dinner... come to think bout it... we do it all the time... now that she's married and lives somewhere else, we'll still do it whenever she comes back for dinner... and then there's the hush hush discussion in the pantry whenever conversation went haywire and tempers were flared during dinner... there's the time when i rummaged for food any time of the day... there's the time when my cousins, my siblings and i juz hung around in the pantry to chit chat...
the pantry is the only way to go from the house itself to the backyard... therefore it can be said to be a place of high importance... it's like a place we can't miss passing through before we can have dinner... it's like the doorway, the holding area for prospective son or daughter in-laws of the choy clan before they meet the aunties who govern the kitchen ie the backyard... now, many years since those first meetings, we'll have kids running amok in the house during festive periods... it's the place where my cousin will sheepishly creep through to get to the backyard to eat his 'ba gua' in secret becoz his wife wun allow him to... it's some place i call home...
i'll have to live this house one day... it is an inevitable turn of life... but before that, i will cherish my everyday here...
more importantly, i will never let these heartwarming memories be gone with the wind...
