It has been almost a fortnight and I declare that I am officially settled into my new place. I love my view as it is relatively unobstructed by buildings. I look out into a sea of greens. And my table has been well-done. I love the amount of space to play around with. Now there is the Apple corner (aka entertainment) and my work space. It is vital to keep the two relatively separated. The problem is how do I move myself back to the work space?
And I have decided to throw away a lot of things. I have enough of hoarding stuff. It depresses me. My subconscious has threatened to commit suicide should I throw the stuff away. The emotional burden is too much to bear. And the things just sit there year after year. I suspect I will never touch any of them ever.
Ok so much for the shifting of houses. The ordeal started back in october/november when when we shifted out of Queens, into Chinatown. And here we are back at where we started. Not really, we, as a family, really started from Yishun block 240, although, I spent most of kindergarden days in Ang Mo Kio, where my grandparents lived.
My memories of my yonder days should be another blog post......
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Shifting
Shifting house is really no fun.
Verily as I gotten used to living in Chinatown, I am now back to Queenstown. My new house is just one street across, located at a very European-citiyish sounding name - Strathmore.
I also know that I carry a lot of stuff with me. But little did I know the literal meaning of it. I really carry a lot of stuff with me. Boxes and more boxes of stuff. Some of them I never even touch it for like for years. I know I am a mild hoarder. Of course, when compared to the hardcore hoarder, I am just at the kindergarden level.
I really need to shed all these stuff. Mainly they are books. And collectibles.
I forced myself to start purging all these stuff. Will I still need my university notes? Will I still need my projects? Will I still need to see that book again. How many times can I re-read harry potter?
Ahhh all that CDs. They are simply waiting to be extinct. Maybe then, I can fetch a good price for selling these?
One thing about giving up the stuff is to sever all emotional attachment to these stuff. I once made myself to give up a lot of stuff during a major clean-up of the ex-condo I was in. I named it "Project Purge". The aim is to purge stuff which I KNOW I will not touch it again. I remembered I threw out a lot of stuff. My JC F-Maths notes and scribbles, rubbish I have written for my GP practices and scores of pokemon cartoons CDs.
I can sense a "Project Purge II" coming up.
Verily as I gotten used to living in Chinatown, I am now back to Queenstown. My new house is just one street across, located at a very European-citiyish sounding name - Strathmore.
I also know that I carry a lot of stuff with me. But little did I know the literal meaning of it. I really carry a lot of stuff with me. Boxes and more boxes of stuff. Some of them I never even touch it for like for years. I know I am a mild hoarder. Of course, when compared to the hardcore hoarder, I am just at the kindergarden level.
I really need to shed all these stuff. Mainly they are books. And collectibles.
I forced myself to start purging all these stuff. Will I still need my university notes? Will I still need my projects? Will I still need to see that book again. How many times can I re-read harry potter?
Ahhh all that CDs. They are simply waiting to be extinct. Maybe then, I can fetch a good price for selling these?
One thing about giving up the stuff is to sever all emotional attachment to these stuff. I once made myself to give up a lot of stuff during a major clean-up of the ex-condo I was in. I named it "Project Purge". The aim is to purge stuff which I KNOW I will not touch it again. I remembered I threw out a lot of stuff. My JC F-Maths notes and scribbles, rubbish I have written for my GP practices and scores of pokemon cartoons CDs.
I can sense a "Project Purge II" coming up.
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