I just cleared all items off my dresser top, and I'm almost done with packing out the drawer that I intend to use now because there's just too little space. I started my cleaning therapy at 1.14am.
I think the best part about packing is unearthing letters, diaries and random notes (by self or from others). I just uncovered a CNY card (yea man, writing CNY cards to each other was the in-thing B.C) my friend Philicia wrote me, way back when we were in Primary 5. I wonder how she's doing today. We haven't spoken since we all got separated into different classes in Secondary school.
Time: 2.29am
I'm almost done. I thought I had a lot of things on my dresser, but I thought wrong. Looks like I'm in no need of the makeshift cardboard drawers I bought from Ikea over the weekend.
I've decided to reward myself with prawn flavoured maggie and some spam right after I'm done placing the last item back on my dresser. Egg-sai-teed. :)
Or maybe I should exercise restraint. Fat. :(
Time: 2.56am
Screw restraint. I'm cooking myself that maggie and that spam. My dresser's dust-free and back to looking neat, and I deserve food and TV. Oh, and I promise I will abstain from turning it back into the corner of unmeasurable entropy it once was. :/
But back to this whole packing thing, it's actually not that bad! My study desk's next. And the multiple bags full of everything and nothing under it.
Ok, maybe I won't eat. Fatigue just hit. And he brought Little Ms Dizzy along.
PS: I really like the scarf I bought earlier today. I seem to be looking at Aussie Weather Proof items now, everytime I shop.
