When I wrote the list yesterday, it was meant to be a joke. A haha-funny joke. I was not expecting myself to fulfill the list, least of all, #7: Throwing Out Memories. But somehow, it found its way to becoming #1 on the list.
It is my off day today. The usual routine would be bringing Flapper out to meet his girlfriend named Avante and/or bring him to some beach or something for a swim, then slog over Sahara Desert which he gleefully brings home with him. He's got this terrible habit of rubbing himself all over the sand and with his dense double-coat, it's hell trying to get every damn particle out. But usually it doesn't clear even with the help of high-velocity blower and double shower. More often than not, I do still end up with sandy floor, sandy bed... sandy everything.
Then I would start wondering if I should change his name to Sandy.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll be Annie.
However, on this cranky 15th May morning, a sudden inspiration to pay my bills and file months worth of mails hit me while I was mulling over blog design (it has become an obsession! It's like owning a new toy all over again... as a friend very kindly put it,"Sua-Koo"). So I trudged to my studio, started going through piles of accumulated junk and started finding stuff that I forgot existed! Maps, air ticket stubs, photographs, my 21st birthday card from a very dear friend (I don't know how that found its way into the pile), loads of vet bills mainly for Dumbo, bills, bills and more bills... and the most unexpected one - painful memories.
I'm barely halfway through clearing out a year's worth of stuff but God I need the strength to see this one through.
Throwing out memories has never been this tough.
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