Re-re-wind

I have been packing my room very slowly (very, extremely slowly to be precise) in preparation for the room makeover. I came across a lot of old things - photos, books, writing, etc. These things came from various stages of my life, if I may so express it this way. I actually found my Primary 6 English compo file to things as recent as the credit card bills from late last year *snort*

Have card, will travel :)

As I slowly opened envelopes with cards in them and even letters from friends, I didn't know how to feel. Not that I've lost my feelings/senses but everything just felt so surreal, such as having a card which read 'Happy 17th Birthday' pop in front of me among the many things. I found old photographs of myself with family members & friends, my secondary school bus pass (remember those cards with your picture that you stuck a sticker on & you would happily flash that card at the bus-driver each time you boarded the bus?), a whole stack of uni bills for rent, my Econs notes, etc etc...

Just very few, among my many:pencil case from Primary 5, diary, A Level Econs model essays, Graduation information from uni, concession card (Sec 1) & old $1 note

You would have realised by now that I am a super hoarder. I can't imagine that I've kept so many of these things for so long. As I packed them into the boxes, I hesitated because it's like packing away my memories. Yes, I may have left the things untouched in the cupboard but when I opened up that treasure chest, it felt like a flood rushing at me. Some things I wanted to see/read, some things I just dumped into a box or throw away. Some things I wanted to re-live , some things I wished never happened.

Otherwise, it's good that while our brains may choose the memories to so sweetly & fondly remember or to shut terminate them, technology must come in & have a say in these memories.

This video was taken when I was 5. I was wearing the pink dress my aunt made for me to be worn at my other aunt's wedding because I was the flower girl. The walking baby was my cousin (who compiled about 10 video clips into a VCD for all of us) & the crawling baby was my brother.