Memories of old...

I know, I know. It must be crazy to start packing for university even though it is 4 months away nor have I officially passed my exams, but it's always good to start things early - gives you more time in between. I opened a suitcase full of clothes most of which are new (bulk buying during sales season; factory sealed!) which has been underneath my bed for years. Underneath, I managed to find some apparel that reminded me of fond memories...or rather missed chances. 

Growing up as a kid, I never wanted myself to follow a career path leading into medicine. My decisions were always changing - to become an astronomer or an artistic gymnast or a professional violinist. Don't get me wrong, I love science in general, especially the biological sciences, but I always thought of myself as someone who will follow a childhood passion in the adult world. Twenty two is a young age, but a person like me wonders sometimes of what could have been if I hadn't stopped my violin lessons or stop taking part in gymnastics. The sad thing about this, buddy, is that I still want to do them. I promised myself I will be retaking violin lessons (as well as other instruments) during my university years, but gymnastics is one of those things you can't really go back into when you are grown up. I will still join a gym and hopefully find a tumble track I can practice on, but the dream really ends there.

So how does this relate to the clothes I found in that old suitcase? Well, clothes like the leotard, stirrup leggings for gymnastics and ties I wore during music concerts/recitals were all in there. I am not a hoarder, but those are just some things I can't throw away. Damned, I will be, if I ever did.

February 2007

May 2012

I will surely miss my bedroom. It has been subjected to numerous refurbishments over the last twelve years, more so in the last three years where I've become an interior design fanatic with emphasis on contemporary & Asian minimalist Zen themes. 

There are a lot of good memories here. In a way it is a prison, but a very good one at that. The last two years have been mostly spent here - studying for college, dining for breakfast and dinner, watching TV etc. Back then my friends would just come in and stay there for a good social time. It's been a while since that happened. 

When I went to visit some universities last year, I found that all of the single rooms in the dormitories are really small for a very high renting price! How can anyone study in such a closed cubicle? I guess in London, space must be compromised for the sake of lowering the prices.

Writing this, I just realised I sounded like a rich spoilt git (which I am not!). By the way, my bedroom looks big because it's half the size of the entire attic in my family's converted bungalow house - where normal, [poorer] working class citizens like me live!