The 650 sq.ft flat which Ben and I have made our first nest (as man and wife) actually housed Ben's entire family before they moved to Sg. Ara. When I graduated from Penang Medical College and began working in the church, I rented this flat from the Wongs - and so, the flat did not get sold. Some of the Wongs' possessions stayed behind with me and have therefore remained in the store-room until this very day. Eventually, Ben and I renovated this old flat for marriage - and then Ben moved back in with me after we got married... and we've been accumulating more stuff in the nooks and crannies of our flat ever since.
So as you can imagine, there are indeed many things in our tiny flat. Packing to move out completely (now that our flat has been sold) is a bewildering mission. Even after getting rid of a whole lot of things, there are still much to be gotten rid of - at least for me. Ben Wong (who is much more of a hoarder than I am) will probably defend his keeps as if they were his babies. Actually, he would have also defended and rescued my stuff that I was throwing/sending away if I hadn't done it while he was at work. I can so imagine him saying, "Aiyoo... all these things you are getting rid of - you will surely find some use for them someday!"
Honestly, I'm glad that Ben is one of those people who are determined to see the potential in everything and almost everybody (if not all). He is also a BIG fan of recycling and keeping the environment green. However, these wonderful traits of his sometimes pose much resistance to me when I'm trying to spring-clean the house. We usually try our best to accommodate one another's "weirdness", of course.
Today, he was still trying to find out what I threw away yesterday (after he saw me carry two big black plastic bags down to dump). *Faints* Haha. I ain't telling you nothing!
Anyway, it has been quite interesting, this packing business.
Among the long-forgotten possessions that Ben discovered: those cartoon tapes he used to watch as a kid, comics, magazines, some ancient-looking board games, funky photos and books which you'd normally find at Oxfam UK. I'd be teaching our kids out of those books someday, I reckon.
As for me, I stumbled upon my PMC 2008 yearbook. Reading it made me chuckle to myself. It's been 4 eventful years since we graduated. How funny and young we all were!
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