Rubbish...

Spent the whole of last weekend packing my stuffs... Didn't know I had so much stuffs... Or should I say "rubbish" in my life... Threw 3 big bags of rubbish... And 12 boxes of "rubbish" to be moved to the new place...

Like what my dear friend said... You are just like garang-kuni... Only difference between the two of you is that you don't need to sell these "rubbish" to meet your ends... I agree! Ha! I collects the most unimaginable stuffs... Such as paper bags; wrapping paper (I even made my dad drill a stand just to hold them!) and tons of bags... Ok ok... I know what it's running through your mind... Don't scold me la...Let's just take it as my "hobby" can? Hee...

Anyway, as I slowly packed pieces of my life into the boxes... I realised the different transitions I've been through... The innocent age, awkward adolescent time and now... Family and friends had been telling me how much I've changed in these recent years... Not only my physical appearance, which is obvious, it's the way I behave and think... Had been shrugging about all these comments until I started packing...

Dig all the skeletons out from my cupboards and reminisce the good old days of it... The stupid and funny things I've done along the way... The events that made me who I am... But most importantly, the people whom I've gone through these stages with... The love and care these people had given me... Are stuffs which can never be limited into confined boxes... It is endless and borderless... I'm really thankful and blessed to have these beautiful angels surrounding me to protect and love me... Can never do enough to repay them... But to be a better person to show my appreciation...

I agree that I've changed along the way here... Hopefully a better person... But... There're still times whereby I fall short of... I'll always try to live up with expectations people had given me... But... All men err... Will continue trying... But hope will get forgiven when I fail... You have my promise that I had done my best... But sometimes, the best isn't enough...

Asking for forgiveness for what I've done; for what I should have done and what I didn't do...

Rubbish... That's what I'm made up of...