I've succumbed to the Ikea nesting instincts

in case you're wondering what i've been up to lately, i'll summarize it in two words - DOMESTICATING MYSELF.

1) Revamping my room
2 days in a row, i dragged my lazy ass all the way to Ikea at an industrial part of tampines to pick out my items, and somehow managed to impress myself by lifting all the flat packs from the self-serve area onto my cart. i now spot a muscle or two on my arms, i kid you not. superwoman much? It was only when i was close to checking out that i should meet an extraordinary service staff at Row 22, who went all out of his way to help me out despite having knocked off. into details, i shall not go, but given the chance to nominate him for some ikea excellent service shit, i would spare every effort in writing a flowery essay for him. so much praise for him!

New bed? check.
Shelves? check.
Lamps? check.
Mirrors? check.
Photoframes? check!!

and not too long ago, replaced old aircon which was spewing out hot air - how ironic is that. more new items - mattress! new bolster/pillows/sheets/quilt!

As for now, i'm left with finding new curtains/blinds (i can't decide), a rug and quilt cover that'll complement a black bed and a roman purple wall, and deciding on the wall decorations and figuring how to get them up. geez, its seriously so much effort but its well worth it.

but i'll tell you what takes up more effort - separating keepers and throwers. you know how hard it is to part with items which has got some sentimental value and emotional attachment to them, but are all rather meaningless. i'd sit there for a while and ponder, reminisce. then i decide...OUT!
Let go of the old ones, i've got some new ones.

i'll let you in on one interesting detail - i unearthed a load of junk from my secondary sch days and found a few sheets of a so-called 'diary'. sporadically, i used to write things on paper and keep them somewhere, somewhere from prying eyes.

(mitch you'll be so darn laughing at the next line)

One entry wrote "It's the holidays and i'm so boredzzz to death. roar. - a lot of uninteresting details - Gah.... and i can't stop thinking about him. him. yesh it's Ch*******. i can't get him out of my head..how?? i'm so pathetic like that...roar."

Seriously, FML!!!!!!!!!!
that was the most cringe-worthy thing i've read in a while (after Pee-oh-nee-muacks, that is), what with my seeming lack of ability to string a proper sentence together, my poor grammar and did i really used to use 'roar'?? not cool at all. off it went into the dumpster.

Ok back to present day.

The now junks, do not magically grow legs and walk themselves to the bin. Lugging them to the recycling bin is no mean feat.

And not to forget the cleaning up. After the Ikea guys left, it was time to get down to serious business. Mr Dust and his huge extended family that comes in all shapes and sizes, that has lodged themselves in every nook, cranny and surface possible, and in copious amounts(yes i'm that dirty and lazy)! horrors. Now, they've found a new home ie. my air passage ways. double horrors. I'm now typing with a blocked nose and swollen eyes..... how to go for convo later?? Sniff-

And to quote the narrator in Fight Club, who's sucked into today's evil world of consumerism:
"Like many others, I've succumbed to the Ikea nesting instinct."

To be continued...