Swamped...

...by my own belongings.

OK, I know after 6 months or so of my stuff lying around in Vic's place, it's high time I got it back to my side and sort them out.

Which was exactly what I have been doing for the last 3 days.

And when I've finally put away the last few of my things away in the garage, I'm still amazed by how much junk I've collected over the last 2 years.

Clothes alone took up almost half of everything I sent down and the rest are just...well...nonsense, really. (Besides my rice cooker, steamer, and a few other favourite things of mine like soup packs, ikan bilis etc...)

I vaguely remember that I didn't shop as much as I do now when I was still in Newcastle (Read: Being a student, and one who's always broke, at that.)

Then I realised, most of the things that I have with me right now are those dumped behind by my parents when they couldn't bring it all back home last year.

Now, if they left like wads and wads of cash or something useful along that line, I definitely won't be complaining like I am right now. Among the stuff; towelS (with a capital S because it was just that many), sleeping bags, useless toiletries, and a few umbrellas that we bought in Amsterdam. (I don't think I'll be using the umbrellas anytime soon, especially not when they're black and red with large triple "X" printed on them. Nice choice.)

And by shipping these things down, I'm almost a hundred bucks short this month. To be fair, I can still survive with a hundred quid less, but then!!! I can do a lot of things with that sum of money, you know! (I know I'd have to pay for that sooner or later but I just felt like complaining.)

But then again, there're things that I have that money can't buy, so I guess that makes it fair.

OK, there'll be a party tonight, but the weather's shit as usual. (How typical, it only rains when you've got plans.)

Gonna start getting ready.

Adios, people.