did some thorough packing in my room.
I love it when I bought pretty fancy boxes and store all my love notes, encouragement cards, photos, drawings, little gifts, quick notes into them. once in a while, i would open up those boxes and look through those stuffs. some are rather funny; some just trigger all the tears in your eyes.
I realise how all these boxes are like stored memories. How all those stuffs are kept somewhere deep down but yet close to your very being.
It's a closure I guess. A closure of a phase.
and for my past four years of secondary school life & outta-school life (other friends from DEANS, champs, etc. basically associations.). It's been alot of fun, joy,laughters, wildness, hardwork, tears, hectic-ness, etc, etc. gone through alot of stuffs. some remained vivid. others I chose not to remember.
many things could have been better, and I do have alot of regrets as well. But I suppose, it's only when there's regrets will I then learn to treasure.
It's been tough especially last year with so much stuffs happening. and somehow, I seem to have brought my past along with me. Not a good sign uh. Oh well, that's another storyfor some other time.
But as I recalled, I do enjoy myself alot. With the friends I had, with the love and bond we had. It's quite unbearable.
All the crazy ideas. Like sneaking out at 2am in the morning and waited for macdonalds to change their menus to breakfast. Going to the park at 2am to spot lovers making out. Riding on a motorbike with such a high speed without my helmet on. Having sleepovers and played our ultimate papaya game! Going to esplanade at 2am with our instruments and jammed at the stage with no audience, having to clap at our own performance. Swimming in the Singapore River and got mistaken as some illegal immigrants. and there's definitely more. And I love it to bits.
I totally embrace them. But I need a closure. As I placed the lid over the box, it's sealed. A closure to this phase of my life. Good or bad, I'm moving on to the next phase.