Life in Boxes

For the past one week, we've been busy packing our belongings into boxes and luggages.

When I stared at the pile of boxes, I felt funny. On the first day of packing, we're organized, we tried to put things in order. I can almost see my life in different categories, i.e. "for my memory", "sentimental", "personal secrets" etc. And of course, the other normal things like clothings, shoes, bags, books and electronic stuffs. As if I've put up an exhibition of my life and I'm the only person who is allowed to walk through all the secret paths.

At the very last minutes, time is tight, we can't afford to be perfect and nostalgic anymore... And, we packed a lot of random boxes that we do not know how to categorize, or rather, we do not have time to categorize anymore.

Is that how we live our life? When we have time, we try to make things perfect. But when we're out of time, we give ourselves excuses, and we start to put everything together, without considering the consequences. (Of course, in this case, the consequence is that we took longer time to unpack the random boxes)

Maybe, it's time for me to sit still and organize bits of pieces of my life. Because I really hate those random boxes!!!

I'm Loved!

We were busy packing our stuffs to move on Saturday afternoon. I have a bad habit when it comes to packing. I would sit there, soak myself into the memory lane... And wander for a long time.

Over the years, I have stuffed sentimental little things into a little box. And the little box got full, turned into bigger box, and bigger, and eventually it is an IKEA storage box. Among the things I have, I precious the letters and cards, the MOST. They always have a separate box.

Yesterday, I tried to rearrange them so I threw them all over the floor. And before I knew it, I was starting to read some of them.

Then, I rearranged them into categories of senders. And housed them into a cuter box.

Right now, I am really considering to consolidate those I keep in my hometown and these together, so I have a full collection of them :)

With these much ♥, how could I ever giving up sending things to my friend?

P.S I found some handmade cards by Yee Hau back in those days when we're still VERY much romantically in ♥. Hee Hee ^.^

Anyway, Yee Hau said I can refer to these letters when I need to write a biography of myself when I grow old :P

I Have My Regrets

I do have my regrets, and sometimes they came into my mind. Today, I do not know why, I decided to write them down. Maybe because I always believe when you talk them out, they are out of your mind.

You know how people tell you college life is the best time of your life? But you know what? After my graduation, when I started to work, I didn't have any bit of intention to get back to study. Really.

I didn't suffer through the 4 years, they weren't hell, but they weren't heaven too. During my first semester, I somehow managed to get myself into scholarship officer's office to "talk" about my results. Then, in my second semester, I got a book prize and of course I never went into that awful office anymore. But the awful office, was just awful!

Study aside, I wasn't active. Unlike my secondary, I can do everything for my orchestra. But during my college, no activity seems to hold my attention long enough. I didn't join them with my passion, more to just collect some points to stay in the hall. I hate to admit this, but I really hated this kind of intention behind.

I stucked with mostly Malaysian students most of the time until 3rd year of my study, when I went to Beijing. I realized the way I lived my college life was wrong. When I came back to Singapore after internship, I became solitude, I read a lot of self help and inspiration books. 4th year, I moved out from hostel with my friends.

I never got crazy for my entire college life.

I never got as active as I could.

I never got fantastic in academic as well.

The only thing I didn't regret was spending a semester in Beijing. What a shame.

Sometimes I wonder, why my college life didn't sound like me at all? Why would I find it difficult to fit in? And what the hell was wrong with me that I took 4 years to try to fit in?

I can't explain myself.

Someone Like You by Adele

She sings this so beautiful, so sad. It moves me to tears...

It's really more than words to describe. I love the album version so much, but when I found this live version, I think this is my favourite! I've repeated this more than 30 times just today.

I heard that you're settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,

You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.

That creepy old thing!

It's getting on my nerve because

I can't seem to control my appetite for potato chips.

I can't seem to control my appetite for hot and sour food.

I can't seem to control my mood.

Mood swings and crazy appetite!

Sigh...