I have been vandalizing my room tonight. My mission is to reorganized everything clogged up to long in my wardrobes, shelves and really dusty boxes. I moved in here since five years back and it's time to unpack some of the boxes I left there. And not to say about the clothes I've bought over the months all still packed in lonely plastic bags from blogshops and of course Kenanga Mall was the main reason.
Instead of actually packing up my stuff, I decided to well, play with all of the things I find. The room was stuffed with a gazillion post cards, gift cards, Polaroid films, birthday cards and bookmarks everywhere. And not to say, my shelves were randomly filled up with Seventeen Magazines and ViVi Fashion spreads. Also a few Cosmopolitans here and there. Best part is, I found so many unused notebooks and I can't believe I just bought two new Typo Journals.
I've also met with a few souvenirs on the way. Souvenirs are mainly the reason why my room is so decorated. I've a big bunch of friends, so I tend to get a lot of love when they go overseas and of course, I return the favour Everytime I go anywhere too. I somehow think the souvenirs can solely be turned into a yard sale and people would actually show up.
The most hectic would be the accessories. God knows what I should do with them as how I should segregate them. It's all so messed up because I think I'm quite an accessory whore. A few of my girlfriends also donated to this massive accessory gallery I have since they buy me on birthdays. My mum always say I'm an accessory psychopath and I should probably give away the ones I won't wear anymore. However, they are all so pretty, it's quite hard.
As I'm finishing the 'packing', well sort of, I came across my photo album which I've stored all the school pictures from primary to my high school years and all my national service pictures. Yes, I went to NS, people need to believe me that I survived there. Everything felt like yesterday. I missed feeling sleepy on Mondays in class, falling asleep in science labs with books opened, complaining about teachers and worrying about acing subjects and experiments that I hate.
It's crazy how time flies. You know what, cleaning rooms are quite helpful at times to let people look back at what they've been through. It reminds them why they are here. It's quite amazing how packing things can just somehow also reorganize my thoughts. And get a room cleaned up all at the same time. ;)
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