It took me awhile to admit that I have inherited one of my mother's chronic disease.
She's a hoarder!
And so am I!
These makeups were accumulated since five years ago. Some of them that I barely used and never used.
And clothes and bags I have since the start of the millennium all shoved in one tiny wardrobe. And I have a 'beg cina' full of my maktab clothes too. Somewhere. And don't get me started with my shoes.
Female magazines that I have kept since November 2003 which I did contemplated to send to the recycling center someday. It just look nice all stacked up like that.
See my Spice Girls cassette? Yes, this huge container holds up all my cassettes and Playstation 1 CDs I have collected since I was 11. I like to think that they were the soundtrack of my ascent from tween to teenager. And a gentle reminder that I was at one point so lame to think Westlife was cool. Damn it, I gotta get rid of this container.
And of course my CDs and DVDs. I wonder how valuable these things will get in 20 years?
And three boxes full of my past (i.e. highschool): love letters, cards, pictures, badges, name tags, journals, you name it! I WILL get rid of these things, someday.
I always nagged my mother for hoarding things and have always tried to make her get rid of her junk; without realising I too have junks to get rid. But I did it. I have got ridden half of my expired makeups. However getting rid of the other things won't be that easy.
One step at a time, they say.