Guess when you start to pack your stuff, look through those old photo albums and all, you're past will just come rushing back to you. Well, that's what I got anyway. So yeah, I've started to pack my stuffs up. Looking through 8 years worth of junk, treasure, relics, etc. It just feels sad to um, leaving this home that I've spent in. There's the telescope which I pestered my dad to buy for me when I was in, primary 4? Silver, long barrel, super lens and all..

Digging deeper, I found my primary school photo's. My, guess I've really changed alot. I was like, staring at that 8 year old me and then at the 15 year old me in the mirror. Looking hard, as though I'm willing it to just pop out and say something like "Wow! I've grown so much!". Sigh, those just were the days when I could run around, be cheeky, get the things I want, stress free and all. Now, it's an entirely different thing.. I'm not the only child anymore, I'm not the youngest anymore, I'm not the responsibility free child anymore.. Well, what can I say, guess that's life. Just when you thought everything's going on fine, something unexpected comes along and you gotta think on your feet and you'll change..

Anyway, I spent half the time thinking of my past whilst packing up, so you can probably say I progressed, to a small extent? My parents were like, "Are you packing up or staring at your old stuff?" Well, I'm just hoping for a fresh start in the new house and all, so yeah.. Guess its back to packing for me...