Navigations are at the top
ABOUT {what i've}
LINKS {been looking for}
TAG {all this time}
bold italic underline link
I spent 5hours clearing up the room this afternoon! I actually felt light-headed at the end of it, around 9+pm. Might have been from exertion. Or hunger. :p
There were lotsa dust. I even found 2 maggots (omg!) and a dead furry insect among my notes. Let me describe the Before scene. No visitor to my house has seen the state of my room, usually cuz there's a dog inside. There's a double decker bed where i sleep on the top. The lower level has become a place where i stack my stuff. 3years worth of uni material in their individual Ikea boxes, and the exam that has passed (bout 2months ago. opps) still exists in the stacks of notes and books scattered at a corner of the bed. And piles of bags and soft toys at another corner. On my table, a holiday's worth of phamplets of places i have been to, timesheets, job training manuals, souvenirs, library books, assorted receipts and summer programme admin stuff are all stacked here and there. There is still order in chaos, that is, i still can find what i want if you give me some time haha. At the corner of the room, beside my wardrobe, lies large 2 boxes stacked on top of each other. Inside contained my sec sch and JC stuffs. Yesh, i still have them. >_>
So in this undertaking that happens only once every few years, ahah it's 5years over due, i first cleared those boxes that are about 1long, of stuff. Here and there, memories came back by a dusty school organizer, or my JC orientation file that still had a photo of my class of 1st 3 months. It made me sad as i looked so fragile then, and so isolated, as i stood at a corner, slight apart from the rest. I slotted the photo in one of my JC organizers.
I also tidied up the stuff from my internship last year. It has already been a year! And my blog died off after that last entry on the trying times then. Ahh but the paper bag that i held contained more pleasant memories. Of the small gifts and cards that we gave each other. And a group photo taken at one of the lunch dialogue events. It was definitely bittersweet for me to read their words again. The bookmark that i made for them, black with gold words and a glow-in-the-dark star pasted on it, said "Till the day that i become the star of the Xmas tree, here is one from me to you". This was because i told them that i would rather stand back-stage in things, and i was once linked to an ornament of a Xmas tree. Hah. Time has passed. We shall see if i really do become a star one day.
Let's skip all the dusty, tiring stuff aside and go straight to the reminiscences. :p As i flipped through my sec sch and JC stuff, i decided to keep a few choice pieces of notes, homework and essays, just to be able to look back at what we have crammed into our youthful minds one day. ;) I realized that GP was quite like Sociology! And even then, i already had an interest in topics like Education, Gender, Law & Justice and Human Rights. I also saw the effort i put into practising my JC Maths which prob led to my only A for the A levels. Take that, Ms Yeo! Who said that me being hardworking wont help in Maths. Thanks, Mr Chin! Who was my tutor at JuzEdu, along with Ah Bao. haha.
I also tidied my Exchange stuff. I sorted all the admin, financial and health stuff and put them into plastic sleeves (those things you put in a file?). I went through alot to be able to go on Exchange. All the saving that made me a stingy person. :p Sometimes i wonder if it was worth it after all. It was not as fun and bonding as i expected. I shed tears twice, because of the same two people. I felt quite lonely too, used as i am to a ready network of family and friends. What did i learn from it? About myself? That i am able to navigate a new land by myself. That instead of staying in the room and feeling bored, i join clubs and events actively. That i am quite a stubborn person that wants it my way. A softie too who wants everyone to like me. Alas, it doesnt always work to have the favour of everyone, especially when group dynamics set in. Being caught in the middle, trying to be a martyr, the one that was hurt ended up being me. Hence, my 21st birthday spent overseas, that night and the night before, wasnt filled with laughter but with tears and forced cheerfulness. I am so thankful that even in this snowstorm, there still remain beacons of hope that allow me to go through. They always will.
Aha this post is becoming a recap of the year that had passed.
Anyway... I came upon the farewell gifts that were given to me before i left for exchange. A travel-size hand moisturising cream, a bus ticket, and a photo frame. It's getting late. Lemme summarise the remaining stuff!
So i managed to clear my bed and table of stuffs, and all the old books and papers are now in plastic bags, ready to be sold/donated/given away. I feel so accomplished! So tomorrow will be another day spent at home, this time to pack for my upcoming Japan trip!
More on it next time. ;)
