I'm in a mood for renacting me past favourite compositions, I doubt I can remember it but I'll try. :)


THE HOUSE


The destination was a house, some house. We approached it, the outside was scattered with pots of plants, its roots creeping everywhere. Soon, I was faced with a majestic entrance, a wooden signage above the door read chinese words I could not yet understand.

On entering, my vision came upon a wooden panel laden with intricate gravings. Simply beautiful, it was embellished with finely-crafted flowers, I lay my fingers on it, indulging in its artty significance. Then I was dragged away by my mother further into the mysterious place.

The floor was a shade of orange-brown, tiled non-uniformly to give a homely feel. It felt cold on my feet, sending a tingling feeling up my spine. I was excited, and i wanted to share that excitement. I thought to drag my father to the flower panel i saw earlier.

I pulled him by his hand and urged him to follow me, instead, he turned to me with a disapproving look and let go of me. He chose to walk towards a stranger who was apparently already in the house. Soon, they were engaged in whispers, and I was hushed by my mother.

I knew when I had to keep quiet, and now was one of these times. My journey continued... I found a wooden door with a gold sleek handle and i pushed in. It was the toilet! It was dazzling, an epitome of art. The walls were tiled navy blue and white, alternating in a random pattern to give a colourful feel beside the bathtub. The tiles on the floor were just as cooling and relaxing. The atmosphere was thus given an extremely calm and peaceful tinge, enough for meditation.

In my haste, I tried to drag my father in for a look, this time he didn't even turn to look at me, and brushed my hand aside. I was sore and offended. So I decided, not to share this excitement with him. I went to my mother instead.

Soon, i ascended a flight of stairs and suddenly the place looked ten times bigger! I dumbly found out the sudden reason for magnification when my nose knocked into a mirror. Of course! The mirror made the place look much bigger and they were plastered on three walls surrounding us, making it feel encaved in, yet spaciously big. Ingenius design, if you ask me.

We were then brought by the stranger, who was already in an intense and jovial conversation with my father, up a spiral metallic stairway. I was still very sore that this unknown man could steal all my father's attention to himself, but i figured not to be too childish. The winding steps were made of a black metal, with elongated bumps along it, giving a jail feel. It's cold touch made it feel somewhat eerie too.

Coming upon a small room with three mini windows, I heard the man mention that it was the attic. It was bare, like everywhere else I've been to. The boarding on the floor was mahogany a nice shade of maroonish-brown laid strip by strip beside each other. Wood always fascinated me. The place was fit for a playroom, which was very enticing for me. On impulse, I rushed to my father, but in the last minute I pulled back and ran back to my mother.

This time, my dad looked across the room towards to my mother and smiled, then he looked down to me. Approaching calmly with a huge grin on his face, he stopped right in front of me. Squatting down, he took my hand and said, "You little rascal, what do you think of this place? Do you want to live here?"

A small smile peeled across my face and I nodded profusely. Of course, the view of a six-year-old is much desired.


END

post note: this house does in fact exist and i did in fact visit it with my parents. it is in emerald hill no. 18 behind centrepoint shopping centre in orchard road.

and it issssssss beeeeeautiful...... :)