It could be said about the pan which the steak sizzled in last night, but it could also be said about my brain juice which is probably boiling my brain with the weather like this.

I think I have been way to pampered.. until a trip to NTU this noon, where the canteen is warm and humid, and sitting down there for 2 hours made me sticky, sweaty and caused the tension headache to set in.

Made my way around the neighbourhood malls, from Gek Poh to Pioneer, to Jurong Point, where the oven toaster and wireless mini vacuum I wanna get are out of stock (bah!), and I ended up getting a corner shelf (though ugly colour but it serves its purposes!) for my bags (man, it nearly cost me my back when I had to lug it home), which reminds me how desperately I would need a shelf for my Xbox 360 games. Alas, most of the storage solutions weren’t that pretty at NTUC Xtra, and I didn’t utilize the rest of my vouchers.

A trip to IKEA is a must. Or rather.. a new home is a must.

And don’t even get me started on how I don’t have a wardrobe for my clothes….

And a new toilet seat!

And yes, from the above, you probably know observe I am in too deep into auntiedom, though I was slightly in glee for being mistaken to be a fresh graduate (cheap thrill ya know? Giggles).

This set the pace for tomorrow that I will be in dress/skirt so it would be more airy.

Oh. I was asking everyone what I should be doing with my old stuff.

It started with me thinking of getting rid of a reallllly old television which is still working but the quality is awfully bad.

And then many other gadgets which I have since stopped using.

Before I knew it, the topic became a full blown conscience tugging discussion.

And then I got many many mice, and other keyboards, and my old cameras… and even LD and VCR players that don’t work anymore.

Because some of those are no longer in working condition, I might not be able to get rid of them.

I even have an old keyboard (musical), 17 year-old woofers and … gasp… a TYPEWRITER!!!!

Sometimes I get too emotionally attached to such (sigh, maybe I will leave ONE eraser for Minibean for her to use ONE to win many others) items, and I keep coming across things that I didn’t throw away (Oh, look! Nancy Drew! I can keep for Minibean!) because I thought sometime down the road I would need them again.

What can I say? I am a hoarder.

I just opened a random drawer, and top of it is my primary 1 class picture and a roll of A4 paper for printing which I remember from 13 years ago.

I just dug further and beneath them was a card from my lovely Hipopo ex, which says “you are my world, my everything”, which is often said to death and we all know how it is always a mockery of reality.

In the card is 3 scraps of paper, which has my journalism notes during my diploma class 7 years ago.

Beneath them?? A stack of “gao zhi” with River Valley’s header on it (you know the foolscap paper for Chinese composition writing?!).

And I don’t know what I have a list of school codes for filling in some forms as a relief teacher.

I opened up the 2nd drawer right in front of me, and it has my secondary 4 compositions file.

And OH MY GOD. My PSLE school choice form!

I think my first choice was Fairfield, then Bukit Panjang, then Nan hua, then Yusof Ishak, then… I believe it was Swiss Cottage and Yuhua as my final choices.

I remember being so scared what if I cannot make it to any of the above.

And gee, I also saw the form that gave my Chinese oral a distinction. Hurhur.

As I revisited these, I realise why I hoard them, because of the feeeeeling they bring me whenever I chance upon them, and I know I can’t quite discard them.

I am starting to wonder where my boxes and boxes of letters went to…. Hmm..

Time to get rid of the clothes I will no longer wear too.

It is a shame cos those I wore often were loaned to someone who has no intention of returning me, I guess. Some of which, of utmost sentimental value to me.

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My head hurts after being in the outdoor heat way too long this noon, by the time I got home in the evening, I just wanna hole up and sleep my migraine away.

Didn’t even manage to make dinner after I fell into a deep nap..

There are changes to Dad’s surgery date, so my diving trip with my colleagues will not take place after all

Now, maybe time to clear up my drawers… and get some clothes in there.