My house

Due to popular demand, I shall blog about my house in Taiwan.

This is my 22 years old house. It has prevailed through floods, typhoons, earthquakes, hail stones and almost a fire. *Kudos*

Do take note of the only blue car in the picture, that’s my father’s. It is a 20 years old Volvo and my dad bought it 3 years ago as a second hand car. The brilliant thing about this second hand car is that my dad doesn’t mind me trashing it. That’s exactly how I successfully clocked hundreds of hours of driving experience in half a year.

From inside the house. You can see me in the mirror and my dad’s car at the left hand side.

This space used to be rented by a 24-hour store very similar to 7-eleven. Ever since they moved out last year, it is empty. A coffee shop has shown interest in renting this spot recently and we are still discussing over this issue.

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Side view of my house, you can see the main entrance to my father’s clinic. The clinic used to occupy the entire 1st floor a decade back. However, it is very tiring to keep such a huge business going, especially when you need to hire other dentists. That’s why it is reduced to this cozy area.

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Enter this dental clinic with 27 years of glorious history. When the entire world is moving towards computerized technology, my father sticks to the old school. I used to disagree with my father’s working methods, thinking that they are obsolete. However, I grew up to realize that the methods he insists are in fact marvelous.

Let’s move up to the 4th floor.

This is my training ground. I train to do stunts here. At the same this, wash clothes and hang them up.

The 4th floor from another angle.

Moving down the stairwell to level 3.



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The 3rd floor is where we live, equipped with sofas, beds everything. However, almost everything is more than 10 years of history. Now, you can tell where I develop my habit of saving, reusing and recycling.


Moving down the stairwell to Level 2.

Notice the metal cage? It is constructed 20 years ago when my parents founded a kindergarten for my brother’s sake. [This is true] The cage is used to lock naughty kids up. [This is partially true]


Level 2 doesn’t look very glamorous now, I know. It looks like a dumping ground. 6 years ago it was rented out as a project-workroom for card designs. Ever since they moved out 4 years ago, it gradually evolved to be a giant storeroom. However, don’t look at it with such discriminating eyes, I’ve actually attempted to tidy it up, together with my father, annually during New Year’s Eve, 3 years in a row. Show some appreciation alright?

And when you move down to the ground floor, you're back to my father's clinic.

That was the virtual tour around my house. Hope you enjoyed it.

I'll upload the missing photos when blogspot permits, stay tuned.