Usually, waking up late here in Malaysia would mean a disastrous day for me..no matter how hard i try.. missing the morning sunshine is just like a curse to me..hence, naturally, i hate waking up to a mature daylight.. which i cant avoid since my room now seem to capture it. (u see it's pretty different brisbane - the land of sunshine, since my room is perfectly hidden from all sort of natural light invasion)

Today i woke up late, feeling all good inside.. i dont know y..
didnt remember having a dream that good last nite. in fact, the sleep wasnt that good either..(i hate sharing bed with that little creature - my sis)
but i woke up at 11 am.. only by the scream of my sis who just came back from sekolah agama..
had brunch.. then came online.. was browsing some sites.. still, in a peculiarly good mood.

i cleared my wardrobe today.. learnt that half of wat's inside that wrecked old closet wasnt even mine..
my shipment will be arriving soon, so i better make some space for it.
there were 5 boxes in my closet..containing letters, cards, pictures, trophies and cds..
with much hesitant, i went through all of them... i dunno why i kept all these stuff.. some date way back in 1980s.. raya card from a fren in primary school for God sake..
then came the worst part.. choosing which one to throw away.. and which one to keep till the next spring cleaning.. or when i need more space..
i keep on consoling myself whenever i chuck a card into the waste bin.. felt bad about it..
i dunno why i'm so affected by garbage of this quantity...
but as i open each and every card.. i realised they were no garbage.. they're all treasure to me.. having ppl write (or even create) some cards like these for u.. really make u feel all glowy inside..

but, wat surprised me was finding out that the persons who regularly send me cards are the ones that i least expect, the ones that i never mention, never thought of calling, the ones that i would refer to as 'acquaintances'... that i took for granted..
i feel ashamed.. somehow i feel bad

funny how i fiddle to find meaningful stuff to do to fill up my honeymoon days..
only to find that it only take one fatefull afternoon of spring cleaning to realise that i was someone special to many, and how i took most of them for granted.
i also realised how i've changed over the years..
i guess i can only sigh n smile now..

really, i'm lost of words now..
later