spring cleaning is a rather fun thing you do every year. you can wipe all the coils of your king koil bed, discover that F=k.e (stoke's law), eat tenderfresh spring chicken and get your mouth injured by all the hidden metal coils inside, and ignore how dirty autumn winter and summer is while you are only biased towards spring
OK spring cleaning is really rather fun. you get to unearth fragments of your past out and see them once a year, like seeing them for the first time and reliving that particular moment of your life for the second time. its like a very personal archaelogical dig into your own past. something like the Store of Memorabila featuring celestine who imparts her utter chioness to all the fellow actors and actress via makeup and costumes so that desmond can finally date all these cast and thus find a companion for every single person part of him
dug out doodles when i was nine, single line exercise books containing my big plans for a huge fantasy plot, chinese high yearbooks, I Am David (lit text for Sec One), a dusty old chinese high councillor tie, my very first and very old sony discman, angel mortal letters from both years
and i broke the mirror chengying gave me (remember the uber zai 'letter' on a wooden mirror frame from ikea that spawned gaoing rumors hahahaha) cos the frame was coming off so i fiddled with it and the mirror detached and dropped on the floor before i could shout fuck which i eventually did
but spring cleaning also got its hidden areas of displeasure. i had to endure continued kbs from my dad cos he saw my multitudes of shoes and keep kbing on and on. say my shoes is more than one typical family's. say my room is more like a grocery store with all its shoes and books and alcohol bottles and items of memory and dumbbells and wallet boxes and watch boxes and ipod boxes and headphone boxes and whatever not
but after arranging all those shits you feel rather pleased and achieved. like you have just revisited your past and gave it a little organizing. like a desperate and rather futile attempt to do something, anything, to change your past
| Thoughts Became Words At 4:27 PM |
