Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Here cometh my grandma.

But she understands n_n.

So she'll get me up at 7am tomorrow and I'll continue spring... erm more like winter-cleaning.

Well so far my desk is done (if you don't count the displaced junk temporarily residing on it), four shelves of the first bookshelf is done, my thingofabomb-container (just a tiny chest of drawers for necklaces, rings and earrings which I can't wear no more) has been reorganised, placed my Sugar Plum Fairy doll in a black shoe box and threw out four big bags of paper. That's about half the amount of paper I use in a decade.

Some things that intrigue me:

I have at least TEN boxes of colour pencils... which amounts to about a few hundred pencils and thousands of colours... How the hell did I end up with that many over 16 years, I don't know!

I think I had an obsession with needles when I was a kid. Found bundles and bundles of them hidden in all sorts of nooks and crannies.

I found $21! $19 found randomly stashed in a corner in the thingofabomb container and $2 from an ang pow I forgot to open ages ago. I'm rich!
(Well $21 is a lot for me, okay! It would be my everything for a week if I was still in school.)


Oh well. I hate winter cleaning. Driving me completely dotty and depriving me of sleep. I didn't sleep until 7... 7.10 AM to be exact. And when I got up at 1pm I had brunch and continued until 9pm. And I'm still not done. Not even 50% done. GRRRR. Sometimes I got so frustrated I felt like crying. Sigh. Especially when I dig up old stuff that reminds me of old grudges and old mistakes. Oh actually the old grudges part makes me laugh more than cry. I don't know. I apologise for being terminally weird.