sneezing in the dust of the past.

for 3 days straight i cleaned my room.

first i attacked the clothes... didn't throw out much this time though.

then i went for the random photos and got organized. i put together all the cambodia -
HCM photos.. then got to the redang and kuching ones i found still in the plastic. spent a good entire day testing my so-called artistic brain and found myself in a nonchalant therapeutic kind of zen zone; oblivious to the world and drowned in memories and the blasting music from the laptop.

i found the America Trip album and it got a little depressing. Blew the dust of the primary and secondary school photos and then realized i've a bunch of random photos i'm too tired to find a place for so i kept them back into the plastic i found the rest in and hid them in the drawers.

i found photos i didn't think i had the strength to look at. hahahah. stupid me.

i'm not done though. i've still my desk and bag basket to look into.

at least i'm half way through my junk.

there's no space for material things that remind you of the past.

memories are what reminds you of the past..

we don't need the physical things to help.

if and when our memory fails then perhaps it was time to forget

.. and make new memories of the present days.