Memories

I still can't get over the fact that I'm leaving NZ. 

While frantically preparing for the Kuching flight the next day, I realized I've been such a packrat. A packrat guilty of picking paper out from the bin, passing it off as "rough paper". It's not as disgusting as it seems.

But over the years, I've collected and preserved so much of those memories (even I'm surprised myself) -- an orange post-it note from some of my friends to wish me well for the JPA interview, my water bottle that got dirty during the Amazing race, and a shipload of free CDs, receipts, unused coupons, plastic bags, ribbons, strings, bank statements... 

4 garbage bags worth of memories that I breathed life into in NZ, and let it die in NZ.