i dunno why i suddenly have this urge to just load the pictures i have taken while my camera is charging.
==. inner voice: Not sure if you remembered this, but years back, maybe not years but many many months back, you mentioned something about a chest of memories. And guess what? you almost left out this chuck of memories and decided to move out without it. Thank goodness you came back early from work to check on all the drawers.
It's saddening to note that this is in fact the second last night that i'm going to sleep here. i feel alittle uncomfortable just thinking about it. Although i'm going to move in a queen size bed. (with my sister of cos), there something about leaning on this double decker bed, sitting on the floor blogging that makes my heart lurch as i think about the next few days. Have you ever experienced anything like this? The one time i can recall feeling like this was a break up.
i guess you can say i'm all emotional, trigger teary, but i really cant bear to leave this place. All the time i wish we will move, and now that it's happening i'm actually sad. Char actually dedicated a blog entry for me. i like the title. Very harrry potter like. Not sure if was meant tobe that way.
" the girl who lives on"---- 17 xxx xx xxx rd.
how easy to remember? And how hard to forget. literally for me.
Perhaps it's the fact that this place is so huge, i've been keeping alot of stuffs in this. Hiding even that i've forgotten they existed still. I'm going to show some pictures which are not going to mean much to most of you, but they meant something special to me.. , i held them deary enough to keep it till this day, and it amazes me to know i've not thought much about them until they surface before me. And partly because of these little treasures of mine, i'm going to set up a flickr account to store their presence.
a musty blue glass bottle.
Yet another message in a bottle. I'm loving this. Memories, from AJC Netball.
Dont be sad that i've a group of friends to hold hands with. I'll hold hands with you too.
We can hold hands together. it's making sad as i take out these things. Will i have forgotten about them if i never move house? Will they really stay buried in my drawer while i go ahead and accumulate new experiences, new friends, new chapters of my life?
it took me a while to recall what and why i kept this. Sob. * i like the way i took it*
the way it was kept so many years. 
a gift from primary school which i kept cos it was an encouragement, or so i think. It's really hard to remember things once you past 20, even more when these things supposedly took place when you were <10 href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGBPpJn-YYtZdMf53SykX50-nrSchscCmlgPElJ_mviAF7Obz2X7P4Dcme6mLuwRRpJbbp73UqG6-xQLhYmgKrXyNAy4FVZBa-HotG2-GJ0Q32MQqtdTwY80FAu8bKc5k7fk9uw/s1600-h/IMG_2304.JPG">
Identity? Responsibility? Or tragedy?hiaks. Just trying to rhyme. no tragedy.I knew the greatest people through this.
VDAY ACJC. A very special day. I rem getting brownies. i rem writing letters,i rem receiving a lily, i rem jeli baking cookies, i rem roses, beautiful flowers all over the school, i rem the next Vday at AJC, i rem a floating balloon, i rem a surprise. *smile*
got this @ fundorama where i went with jeli, jg and yc. bumped to shiying and gang. bumped to peiling and gang. it's like a huge gathering, which is pretty cool granted i was only there for like 3 months. The 3 months where boy from boy school meets girl from girl school. haha, very teenage text book.
Alright, enough of my reminiscing, it's been so heartwarming. And even if i failed to remember them everyday in my heart, i know they are somewhere in me. All i need is a trigger... just like house moving.*may these memories never fade*
(hooey rushes off to more house packing) hopefully this is the last instalment so that she can focus on packing.
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