I don't quite know how to say how I feel
Those three words are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lay with me
And just forget the world
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace to remind me
To find my own
Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
My goodness. My house is in a total mess. We're renovating my brother's and my room, so that we can have a more condusive place to study in. However, to choose such a nice time to do this? All my clothes and my brother's clothes are sprawled over the living room couch, all our stuff; CDs, toys, books, all squeezed into my parents' room and living room, and we're going to have to share rooms after our beds are moved out. The dust in the house is so overwhelming it's clogging up my system, so much that I've been having a bad flu since friday. RAH. And my nose is still leaky now. And they still want to switch the air-con on with all the dust-clogged stuff inside the room. Great.
But digging up my stuff is like digging up memories after memories. I feel quite sad throwing many of those stuff away. Goodbye Barbie dolls with messy cut hair and holey clothings, goodbye Polly Pockets (I can't believe I used to play with such tiny stuff), goodbye O'level books.. However I found many treasures in my room! I uncovered many MANY letters/postcards from my dearest GB-mates, Clarissa, and my primary school contingent (super sweet stuff..), many Sec4 farewell and Valentine's Day gifts, numerous sticker booklets that I collected with Clarissa, birthday gifts from my classmates and friends (I still have the huge, fat PIYO-PIYO from Wenxiu and the rest..), and the big hand-made heart-shaped cardboard with touching notes from my 2A clique which they gave to me when I went on to 3A1 while they went on to 3A2.. Oh gosh, those memories are just so, so overwhelming. Looking back, I never thought I had forged so many friendships, and gone through so much during secondary and GB days. They are truly missed. I even found and looked through camp booklets that we've gone through; Sec1 training camp (yes I still have it!), the intimidating yet fun regional camps, staff sergeant training camp.. Man, the memories just keep flooding. Its through all these experiences that I've really grown. :)
I even found this drawing by a girl named Hazel. I met her while on a trip to Perth and we were in the same tour group. She drew two girls, one of her and the other of me; and I was so surprised when I found it! I think I was only pri4 and she was pri2 that time?!
Gosh I didn't know just emptying my room could unravel so much. -.- And I found this lovely musical jewellery box with a spinning ballerina. I love musical boxes! (hint hint) Heh. They always give me this nice, whimsical feeling.. :)
And oh yeah, I cut my hair today. Not much to comment about, but at least my fringe's not poking my eyes anymore.