Saturday, June 10, 2006
Moving & Packing
Well I was wrong, the previous post wasn't the last from bedok. Heh.
I've got it all wrong. Either I'm starting to became really deaf and not hear what people tell me, I'm losing my memory or my mum didn't tell me. What I think though, its because I'm always asleep the whole day long, only for me to be not at home at night (due to work or jolly).
So its no real surprise. Today the stuffs are being moved out, partially. Its funny how its all planned out. The furniture is moved on saturday and sunday. But the family will only move in on wednesday. Farnie. & of all days, wednesday 14th, argh I cant burn rubber anymore on that day.
So its havocingly and rushingly packing all my stuff, bar the computer. Heh, I'm going to move the compt myself on wednesday. Anyways, sidetracking, anybody moved house before and transfered their broadband account ? Whats the actual procedure uh ?
Back to packing. All things emotional were suddenly frenzied out in a state faster then you can blurt out the alphabets. Yup. It was that fast. My mum wasn impatient with me doing all slow and being sensitive, which to throw and which to bring over.
Can't really help it since I'm downgrading to a smaller flat. Many things are to be thrown. So many2 things when they are dug out made me reminiscent. Aiyo, the thought of it all.
First of the few items was my first ever helmet. When I had my license back then in 2000, I had the pleasent surprise of being presented with a full suite of biking stuff from my dad. A new bike, a full face helmet and gloves and pass me down boots to go along. So talking about that helmet. Its been stacked away on top of my cupboard for eons already. I havent used it since 2003 when I no longer was riding my aprilia, the original Rose.
So its brought down, all dusty. Inner cushion all spoilt and not worth wearing, cause I read sumwhere recently that a 'good' helmet had a lifespan of only around 5 years. Thats a helmet thats a good quality that hadn't been dropped. This helmet of mine had been through all 5 of my initial accidents with my aprilia. All the scratches and all. I was really hesitant in wanting to keep it for old times sake. Alas the decision is to throw it away. siGh.
Lets not forget the single seater the other day. Aiyoh. All the heartache.
The whirlwind continued, with all my trophies being packed in boxes. All those forgotten memories of me. Of running, of takraw, of my silat, of dikir and all my NS commendations. The flurry of it all was too much at 1 go. Shucks man, I'm so sensitive towards all this stuff.
I havent even gone to all the 'stuff' from the women in my life. Quick glances to small pieces just made me stare into space, wasting time. The emotional waves of it all. All the small notes, cards, pressies that I've always kept, from whoever they were from. Heh.
Talking about stuff from people...I have this mug. A birthday present from an annnonymous person, till which I still do not know who it is from today. Upon looking at it, I can still imagine that day vividly like it was yesterday. The date, 17 April 1998. I was 16. That day I had Art class conducted by Art monster, Mr Dzul. That kind man. Ha. Art for artisticly inclined 'O' students was 4 periods back then. It was half a day of school. We would always go to the art room in the morning, and waste time till recess. Haha. That day, after art, the students(me included of course) made the way to our classroom to put our stuff before heading for recess. There it was. A gift so nicely wrapped and placed on my table. There was not even a clue of evidence who it was from. All those years, I'm still trying to figure out who it is from. A nice mug with my star sign, Aries. There was just no indication who the gift was from. Strange. I really do not why. Its been 8 years.
That same year too, I recieved another gift. A reebok cap. From 5 wonderfully close ladies, back then. The 5 ladies whom had forged a close unity with me tru our love of NPCC ;P hehe. I still have that cap with me. Thanx norijah, suhailie, hafiedzah, mardiana A.R and shuhui. I'm really reminiscing alot in such a short span of time.
All the hari raya kards that Ive kept nicely in a file was also seen. woah, such kind people who always remember me year in and out.
Let me not forget all those magical stuff thats of the now defunct Outram Institute. My short but long lasting memoirs of pre-U days. Hah. Theres a picture frame given to me by dear neighbour-bes gal friend-confidante, for my 17th birthday which sums up my time at OI. 5 great guys all with different background of academic and upbringings but were close during a short 3 month spell. 5 white uniforms and a blue one. Heh, isnaen...isnaen. Wonder how you are now.
Woah just reliving what I had packed makes my hair stand thinking about the great history I had. I really cant seem to bear to move out, really. Its been so many years. 21 to be exact. Memories will be memories.
When all the bitter sweet things that I picked up, thinking to throw or to bring over, I always end up with my more emotional side. Thinking there would be space and just it being packed. Even those memories of her. I don't know what to do with all of those stuff.
I always try to move forward but I just cant seem to. This house moving is a classic example. I should just move forward and drop all my excess baggage behind, right ?
I found the watch you gave me. A simple steel watch that was actually very nice. To bad its metal chains are broken now. Its broken due to my accident last year. I was wearing it only to wake up in pain at the accident site - not bodily pain first, but emotional pain cause I saw my watch that you gave had broken of my wrist. The wrist that had been swung wildly causing the shoulder blade to crack apart. =(
In the end, I still packed that watch over. I really don't know why. I havent been wearing a watch since, except special occasions when I wear my Seiko watch handed down by my dad. Sigh. What turmoil I'm facing. I really don't know if any of you can feel what I feel. Its a hurricane I tell you in me.
Argh!....I need to let it all out. Tonight, after all the moving later...maybe 'll go for a ride to no where. To let it all out. Any takers for my pillion seat ?
when darkness turns to light @ 4:31 pm
