Sweet Memories

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writing is a form of THERAPY

Sometimes you can only wish. Wish for things that are never there. Hope for things you will never get.

But sometimes..

Believing will be alot better than wishing.

I wish.. Wish upon the Wishing Tree.

about Summer

Sagittarian . Cantonese . dreamer . emotional . Singapore . hugs . dolls . anti-social . soft-hearted . read . sleep . coffee . gelato . french . blur queen . cinderella . games . cute stuff . japanese food . anything white .

Maybe one day

i'll be back to tell you
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Letting go is tough..

Saturday, September 29, 2007 11:10 AM

but achieving it brings joy..

I have stopped collecting things to a large extent. I have collections, like books, CDs, and of coz dolls (as you all would have known by now).. but these are more of a result of purchases over an extended period of time. I do not set off with a mission to collect anything anymore.

I used to collect stamps, my sister and I "inherited" lots of stamps from our uncles. At some point, they disappeared.

The forgettable must be the McDonald's collection. The stupid me actually queued for them. We had boxes full of McDonald's novelties. That burger chain used to be my happy place. I just loved their french fries. But I've outgrown it. The novelties? Most of them are still in the store room, the rest I donated to the Salvation Army and some given away.

I do not collect things anymore. In a way, the change came with the revelation of letting go. At some point, you gotta let go and move on. The truth is, keeping certain things does not necessarily mean making sure the memory is there. I have a small tin box full of cards and tickets. I thought they're part of my memory. But when I looked at some I just went blank ~ what's this? what did I see there? I finally realised that some memories that stay with me without any need of any physical reminder.

That should be enough. After all, there is so much space in that thick head of mine.