Sunday, October 31, 2004

Excess Baggage

My dad's starting to spring clean again. I really have no idea where the bum inside me came from, since the both of my parents are such meticulous neat freaks. The fact that their daughter is such messy person must be so dissapointing.

So, I took the liberty of cleaning up a little! I've arranged my closet, by just hanging up all my clothes and rearranging the folded ones. It wasn't as cluttered up as usual so I didn't have to do much. :)

One thing we will never run out of in my house-hangers. Every colour you can imagine, we have it. I found like over twenty unused hangers just today. A few months ago, when my mum got so fed up over my closet- she cleaned the whole thing inside out and took out alomost 50 (or more) unused hangers! I came home to find my brother categorising all of them by colour.

Next thing I wanted to do was to clean out my desk. But then I realised that with all the studying I'm going to do over the month, cleaning it up wasn't the best thing to do. The books and files were still gonna pile up. (I have 10 files and counting, and I'm only taking 3 subjects). I've also been using my sister's room for studying, which isn't a very good idea as well. After the exams I would probably have to clean up TWO rooms. But whenever I find my room getting more untidy with books and papers lying over the floor, I venture over next door (where a whole new mess is arising by the minute).

So, I cleaned up my bookshelf and drawers. I found some pretty interesting things:-

  • Some old high school exam papers. I wasted quite a bit of time looking through my old Add Math papers. I have forgotten how to do math. Seriously.
  • Some old notebooks with a hecka lot of doodless and notes. I've found a pattern everytime I buy a notebook. The first few months, the pages would be filled with "Homework for the day" and "Goals for the week". After that it would just be stuff like Anis' attempt with writing with her left hand- A zYIs A cRackp Ot- or my doodless of swirls and those "chat sessions" we used to have during boring seminars.
  • Some unsent letters, the notes we used to send to each other in school (I knew they were somewhere!). Man, these were all over the place. I put them all in an old shoebox I had. Haha. I will never be seen as deprived of sentiment again! I also found some old birthday cards as well. Inc. the one where Farwin got Keevan Raj's autograph (haha!) and the first birthday card I got from the Boi (something about a dog eating my present..).
  • Old mixed tapes! From the days I was an advent listener to The Rock Show on WOW fm. It's full of songs from, System Of A Down to Disturbed. It used to help me "be alert" while studying. I haven't been in tune with my hardcore side since they took the show off the air. I remember calling up the station and the DJ used to hit on me.
  • The most disturbing thing ever- A list of names I would give to my kids. From A to Z. For both boys and girls. Damn. It was all about making lists when we were bored in class. I remember making a list of all the guys we thought were hot back in Form 2. Oh god, I remember writing all this stupid poems with titles like, "Shittyness" (twas all about Anis losing her Lrt card). I remember writing this really graphic poem of all this sexual scenarios with someone-with much help from Anis again. This was back in Form 3!

This is the reason I refrain from cleaning up! Reviving all the pathetic (yet funny) things I used to do with my friends. I figured I wouldn't do much cleaning up if I kept reminiscing about all this. It also made me realise that there are so many things I don't want to throw away! So, I've stuffed them all into the shoebox. Therefore, it will be easier for me if I ever want to re-live these sad moments!

To my girlsss- growing up wouldn't be half as much fun if I had never met you people! It's hard to believe we've managed to stick together after 5 years, even after all those times we've said we were sick of each other. Yet, we still can't get enough of one another. Much love!

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