How I spent my holidays (part 5)

I've just returned from brothers' retreat! Rather tired now, and I've had quite a shock when I saw what my storeroom had vomitted out all over the living room floor. (cos my mother is cleaning the storeroom now—it hasn't been cleaned out since 1991) My dad has so many trophies (that he receieved way back in the 60's) that I've noticed he threw some away. I remember, as a child, he used to keep his trophies in the wooden cabinets under the bookshelves. Well some of you who have been to my house would know how old my shelves are. Anyway that was also where he kept his Roald Dahl books where I eventually grew to read and love James and the Giant Peach when I was 7.

So I found some quite interesting stuff. A photograph of my parents' wedding, complete with fuzzy 80's cheesiness. My grandfather's cambridge-something (the O level equivalant, i think) from RI all the way back in 1940. A picture of my grandfather when he was probably still in RI (yes, my grandmother's right—he WAS really handsome. And my grandmother's quite elegant as well). Banana notes from WWII. A funky flipbook with swimming techniques in black and white photographs from the 50s. My father with huge specs in the 70's (can you say Napolean Dynamite?). Orange fabrics with really cool retro patterns (though faded already). An antique weighing machine. Konica (or was it something else?) colour slides with pictures of Peranakan weddings and the British Royal family when Queen Elizabeth was younger. A Mercedes model car that grandfather bought for $33.80 from Metro and kinda forgot to give me. My grandfather's vast coin collection. Fathers' day/Mothers' day/birthday cards that my parents gave my grandparents when they were still childless. Very ancient receipts. A bracelet containing magnets that my grandfather bought in the 1970s (see magnets aren't just a new fad). Photographs of my parents with other babies when I wasn't born yet. Vintage Parker/Sheaffer Pens. An old photo, faded and slightly torn, of my late-uncle. A file full of newspaper clippings of LKY and WKW, and Lee Hsien Loong in 1985. My grandparents' wedding photograph (seriously, wow that's pretty old). A Doughbread maker from probably the seventies.

I felt like I was cleaning out an attic—right in my HDB flat. Surreal, yes, but cool.

Btw, in the earlier post, I did not actually spend all that money. I merely pretended I was Mrs. Marcos on a shopping spree to see how much I would have spent if I simply just gave in to all my temptations without giving a second thought—it's an interesting activity that I hope many people could try.

Something abstract that you may want to overlook——
I have realized that ignoring other people, even if they don't really care, is a mean and an unfriendly act. So I'm very sorry, all you whom I have, out of deceit and contempt, looked down and frowned upon. Especially the ones who have no idea that I've claimed to hate, avoid and criticize behind their backs. Or even if I say something nasty—just take my remarks in jest! Or stand up for yourself and refute my comments.
Thank you. You're very nice people.