Along with revamping a room, comes the massive amount of packing to be done.
I have just realised that i am too much of a sentimental fool. I have loads of junk because i can't seem to bear to throw stuff away. Every single piece of item i keep is either from someone really special, or from an event that meant a whole lot in my life. The quirky items that i keep is enough to make me a modern day karang guni woman. I have a crazy amount of letters dating back to 1994, written by a whole host of people from mere acquaintances to real good friends, to the crush from the next class etc etc. I also have the random stuffed toys, postcards, neoprints and other knick knacks like my number tags when i used to run, a 40 cent pen that was given by my first crush, numerous Brad Pitt and Take That posters etc.
Looking at all these remind me of the snippets of memories of my 23 year existence. Every item tells a story, every item is an episode on its own. I can't help but feel the wave of nostalgia wash over me just looking at them and letting myself relive the good ol' days. Some letters made me roar with laughter, some brought a warm smile to my heart, and some made me tear.
I realise how much emotion each item carries. Friendships were built and forged over all these. I will treasure each piece of memorabilia and savour the experience that came with it, good or bad. These items will never allow me to forget how i felt at that point in time and the people in my life, who made me what i am today.
Word of advice for those indulging in a little spring cleaning, BE CAREFUL! I broke something i really love and it broke my heart. It was a nice piece of blow glass that spelt my name. The glass was a really nice shade of blue with a little blue rose at the side. Being the klutz that i am, i placed it a little too hard on the table and the last letter of my name "a" got detached from the base. I was extra careful while cleaning it, until the last part when i was putting it down onto the table. ARGH. It was a gift, one that i hold dearly to my heart, and it really is kinda sad to see that it's no longer the same. I can only pray for some some really kick-ass super glue to see if things can be fixed.
I have just realised that i am too much of a sentimental fool. I have loads of junk because i can't seem to bear to throw stuff away. Every single piece of item i keep is either from someone really special, or from an event that meant a whole lot in my life. The quirky items that i keep is enough to make me a modern day karang guni woman. I have a crazy amount of letters dating back to 1994, written by a whole host of people from mere acquaintances to real good friends, to the crush from the next class etc etc. I also have the random stuffed toys, postcards, neoprints and other knick knacks like my number tags when i used to run, a 40 cent pen that was given by my first crush, numerous Brad Pitt and Take That posters etc.
Looking at all these remind me of the snippets of memories of my 23 year existence. Every item tells a story, every item is an episode on its own. I can't help but feel the wave of nostalgia wash over me just looking at them and letting myself relive the good ol' days. Some letters made me roar with laughter, some brought a warm smile to my heart, and some made me tear.
I realise how much emotion each item carries. Friendships were built and forged over all these. I will treasure each piece of memorabilia and savour the experience that came with it, good or bad. These items will never allow me to forget how i felt at that point in time and the people in my life, who made me what i am today.
Word of advice for those indulging in a little spring cleaning, BE CAREFUL! I broke something i really love and it broke my heart. It was a nice piece of blow glass that spelt my name. The glass was a really nice shade of blue with a little blue rose at the side. Being the klutz that i am, i placed it a little too hard on the table and the last letter of my name "a" got detached from the base. I was extra careful while cleaning it, until the last part when i was putting it down onto the table. ARGH. It was a gift, one that i hold dearly to my heart, and it really is kinda sad to see that it's no longer the same. I can only pray for some some really kick-ass super glue to see if things can be fixed.
2 Comments:
im sure you have some cards of mine written then?
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Of course! Cards, letters, and even presents! You were quite an integral part of my life then, and you still are. =) Thanks my friend!
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