If I was a box, I think I would have a pretty sweet existance. I would be a brown box, with a cool looking tiger outside and a simplified house plan on the top with lines to write on.
I would have matching brown tape to go around me, so that I would look pretty hold the stuff inside of me well. I would not be any boring square box, but a really exciting tall box that looks like a portaloo, and can hold pretty clothes on a rail so that they don't get crumpled. I like pretty clothes. And I don't like them getting crumpled.
I would sit in a big 40 footer container and be listed as an item in someone's household, and insured for the grand total of a value of a house in Malaysia. I would have many friends in this container, and the customs cannot take me away, as I hold clothes not illegal DVDs. Besides, there will only be 5 of my kind, as we are the Esteemed Ones, worthy enough to hold the suits, the dresses and the expensive silk shirts of the people relocating to exciting new places.
I will be carried by strong arms, and set down lightly in the room. My contents will be gently taken out, checked for damages and hung in the closets.
My life as a box would be pretty short. Sweet, but short. I would be recycled as another box. Maybe this time I would hold toys... or crystals. Or I could be toilet paper.
Most importantly, I will never be expected to unpack myself.
2 comments:
Sounds like those karangans we had to do in school..."Aku (insert inanimate object)"
Sounds like your container reach M'sia already?
Yup! :) we moved it into the house already... so far, my mum's 'playroom' and my sis' 'playroom' the fullest.
My box damn cool huh? I will take a picture and show you!
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