Expect more of yourself and less of others OR
Expect much of others but giving them the grace to fall short of your expectations
Monday, March 17, 2008
Clutter Part II - Post spring cleaning review
Who said spring cleaning is therapeutic? What rubbish! So I cleaned about 12 hours in total - over Thursday night, Friday day and last night. Seriously...the cleaning stressed me out. A mere glance at the pile of rubbish I had to throw out or the layers of dust under the bed gave me a headache. What is therapeutic is the result of spring cleaning! Ah...now we are talking. Okay, so last night was my first night in the comforts of my post spring cleaned bedroom. Well, I dreamt that I was shooting a gun somewhere in Brazil. That being said, I still slept well...woke up at 7.30 am today without the need of an alarm clock~! (Miracles do happen)
So, I conclude that clutter do disturb one's sleeping patterns.
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Btw, I just got back from Wilson's Prom. I loved it but I'm pretty wounded. Open wounds, blisters, approximately 50 insects bites on me, rashes breakouts...argh....God, make my body more resilient.
So, I conclude that clutter do disturb one's sleeping patterns.
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Btw, I just got back from Wilson's Prom. I loved it but I'm pretty wounded. Open wounds, blisters, approximately 50 insects bites on me, rashes breakouts...argh....God, make my body more resilient.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Clutter
Enough is enough. Last night, I dreamt I was kidnapped onto a ship. I woke up feeling tense and had to consciously relax my muscles. The other day, I dreamt that my house was robbed and we had to hide in the cupboards. I woke up at 6 ish in cold sweat and tried to calm myself down before going back to sleep, only to find that it was a mere intermission between nightmares. The robbers returned to my house after they were dissatisfied with their loot and our mysterious disappearances. I realised that I tend to get more displeasing dreams whenever I'm back in own bedroom in Melbourne. Perhaps, its because of the clutter in this bedroom. Well, clutter (be it, literal or mental) makes people uneasy/stressed, and therefore...you get more nightmares?? (What do you guys think?)
So,I attempted to do a big spring cleaning session today. I'm basically throwing everything out I do NOT NEED. (discounting personal cards/letters/presents from friends/loved ones of course) I'm like 1/10 done...and it looks like a tornado went through my place. My only consolation is that my study table has absolutely no clutter on it. I divided my clothes into three piles - 1)clothes I currently wear 2)clothes I do not wear but might wear one day 3)clothes I'm going to donate. I'm thinking of just donation pile 2 as well. But...its hard to give/throw away those clothes. Almost every blouse I picked up had some sort of sentimental value - a blouse that reminded me of that shopping spree, that party, that dinner, that outing...I even found my first spaghetti "grown-up" top I ever bought in my life! haha...I'm definitely keeping that one and might even wear it this weekend - if I can still fit into it that is. I went through my old pile of tops and cannot believe I once could fit into those - they look more fitted for an 8 year old. Goodness.
I never liked spring cleaning - its too much work on the brain (trying to remember little details of the past) and its too physical...~!
So,I attempted to do a big spring cleaning session today. I'm basically throwing everything out I do NOT NEED. (discounting personal cards/letters/presents from friends/loved ones of course) I'm like 1/10 done...and it looks like a tornado went through my place. My only consolation is that my study table has absolutely no clutter on it. I divided my clothes into three piles - 1)clothes I currently wear 2)clothes I do not wear but might wear one day 3)clothes I'm going to donate. I'm thinking of just donation pile 2 as well. But...its hard to give/throw away those clothes. Almost every blouse I picked up had some sort of sentimental value - a blouse that reminded me of that shopping spree, that party, that dinner, that outing...I even found my first spaghetti "grown-up" top I ever bought in my life! haha...I'm definitely keeping that one and might even wear it this weekend - if I can still fit into it that is. I went through my old pile of tops and cannot believe I once could fit into those - they look more fitted for an 8 year old. Goodness.
I never liked spring cleaning - its too much work on the brain (trying to remember little details of the past) and its too physical...~!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Cousie
“WHAT?!?” he asks me as he looks at me straight in the eye.
“Nothing,” I stuttered as I quickly turned away. My brother and I exchanged glances that read, ‘what was up with that?’ I haven’t seen him for over 2 years and the vibes he is sending me now isn’t exactly positive. I wondered how he turned out to be such a rude, snobbish kid. He used to be...a normal kid I suppose.
He talks to everyone with a sense of arrogance. And definitely without a sense of respect. Yet, it wasn't my place to tell him off. I was practically a stranger to him as he was to me. I wondered whether it was his upbringing or perhaps, he was of that age when being snobbish is cool...Whatever it is, he baffled me.
He asked for my number as we left. I wasn't sure when will I be seeing him next. Or, whether he will trod down that dark alley. Who knows.
The next day, an sms came through, "Guess who? How are you doing? What are you up to?"
I replied.
And another sms came right after.
And another one.
And another one.
We exchanged about 30 smses over 2 days.
It felt strange initially. Why would he even bother keeping in contact with me. Where was the arrogance. Where was the I'm-too-cool-for-school attitude. Where was that sense of indifference. I replied each sms hesitantly but politely. I asked him questions about himself because really, he shouldn't be a stranger to me. After all, blood is thicker than water.
On the way home one evening, an sms came through, "Sorry for bothering you so often. Thanks for replying my smses. You have really lifted my spirits and given me the courage..."
Suddenly, the pieces all fit together. He wasnt that snobbish kid I pictured him to be. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Perhaps, he was trying to pull it all together and needed someone to tell him that he can do it.
“Nothing,” I stuttered as I quickly turned away. My brother and I exchanged glances that read, ‘what was up with that?’ I haven’t seen him for over 2 years and the vibes he is sending me now isn’t exactly positive. I wondered how he turned out to be such a rude, snobbish kid. He used to be...a normal kid I suppose.
He talks to everyone with a sense of arrogance. And definitely without a sense of respect. Yet, it wasn't my place to tell him off. I was practically a stranger to him as he was to me. I wondered whether it was his upbringing or perhaps, he was of that age when being snobbish is cool...Whatever it is, he baffled me.
He asked for my number as we left. I wasn't sure when will I be seeing him next. Or, whether he will trod down that dark alley. Who knows.
The next day, an sms came through, "Guess who? How are you doing? What are you up to?"
I replied.
And another sms came right after.
And another one.
And another one.
We exchanged about 30 smses over 2 days.
It felt strange initially. Why would he even bother keeping in contact with me. Where was the arrogance. Where was the I'm-too-cool-for-school attitude. Where was that sense of indifference. I replied each sms hesitantly but politely. I asked him questions about himself because really, he shouldn't be a stranger to me. After all, blood is thicker than water.
On the way home one evening, an sms came through, "Sorry for bothering you so often. Thanks for replying my smses. You have really lifted my spirits and given me the courage..."
Suddenly, the pieces all fit together. He wasnt that snobbish kid I pictured him to be. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Perhaps, he was trying to pull it all together and needed someone to tell him that he can do it.
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