the next time when you are home the whole day and have got nothing better to do, don’t just lay in bed / use computer the whole day or simply nua your day away. cause i did something better yesterday on my off day; had a good hearty breakfast, packed my room, a good shower and some time on the computer. packing room has always been a drag. but i always find treasures, wonderful memories when i do so.
year books during my sec sch days made my cleaning slowed down that day. its really really heartwarming to see your pics, your names there in it besides them only appearing on e class photo. the events that i have attended, the photos that are captured. somehow it makes me feel proud that i have achieved something in life. and not just purely a student with no aims, no achievements.
‘autographs books’ during primary sch days was a highlight as well. totally cant believe that i owned 5 of them. and in them, the people who wrote in them are much of a repetitive. don’t even know why i made them write so many times. and when i read them, it just makes me smile. but what really made me laugh my ass of is that i even have rules n regulations prior to writing on my book. and i wrote stuffs like don’t call me after 8pm? HAHAHA. also, given that we are only 9-12 years old back then, the poems that was written made me feel that our English was actually not bad.
not forgetting the number of soft toys i found in my room. countless n countless of them that kor’s girlf says – i didn’t know your room could store all that. and a number of them has a story behind it; which i intend to keep till old. some from my mom, some that i painstakingly save to get them, some from my admirers in the past and some from my ex-boyf. but i especially like the vampire that my god mom bought me when i was freaking young; yes, I’m freaking old now! and the snoopy that my tuition teacher gave to me during children’s day when i was primary 4.
all these made me feel that packing my room was definitely worth my time. i have always love keeping things, even tiny little things, i still safe keep with me. big or small, i believe all of them has a special meaning, a special reason to be here with me. memories is something that i love and will always love it; good or bad. for memories which are instilled in me will never change even when the person does.
