Still excited over my new blog layout. There is another tatty bear template which I liked a lot. I chose this because I wanted a change from white, blue and grey. Nowadays, there're like all sort of templates to choose for your blog. You simply don't need any knowledge of webpage design. All you need to do is cut and paste. Simple and efficient. Years ago, I had to spend days to create a homepage. But there was this great sense of satisfaction when everything was settled and the page was uploaded.

Pitas is still down. I can't announce on my old blog that I've migrated over to blogger. And now I'm thinking whether I should just put my new blog url as my msn nick. It's not as if I'll make any personal attack in my entries anyway. And even if I do, it's alright for my friends to know. I've no big secrets. Even if I do, I won't post them here. Who knows maybe someone just google my name and arrive at my blog. Haha. So whatever I write here, I'll protect the reputations of the people around me.

Now I can finally heck care all html codes. And I can post pictures every now and then. Better still, when I get sick of this forever friends layout, I can easily change to another one in less than thirty minutes.

Anyway, I took more photos while packing my room.

My book shelves which hold my textbooks and hand-copied notes. They're here because I need to refer to them every now and then. The rest are kept in the cupboards above my wardrobe. On the left, I put my cosmetics and a photo. The photo--> Ms Chuan and I.

Above the book shelfs, I put my Chinese novels and comics. It's not possible to squeeze another book in. So Detective Conan 1-49 and the Qiong Yao novels have been moved to the cupboard above my bed.

This section is below the place where I store my Detective Conan comics. My hand-held games were blocked by the door.

Now now, this is my CD collection. I've a habit of getting myself a CD whenever I do well in a test or exam. So basically, that's how this collection came about. OK, you need to subtract away the Leo Ku CD collection, which already takes up 3/4 of the lower layer. I used to 'fan' him when I was in secondary school. The habit of getting a CD to reward myself only started in college.

My phonecard collection. There're 3 albums, and 5 other series. The series come in special package. Yeah, see garfield? snoopy and woodstock? thomas ong? tweety bird? I stopped buying since primary school. The cartoon series were gifts from my mum when I was in secondary school. Rewards for doing well. Haha.

These are the young scientists badges I collected when I was in primary school. Purposely placed the young mathematician certificate in front, but the word mathematician was cut off. Duh. The badges from left to right: ornithologist, ecologist, mathematician, botanist, zoologist, astronomist and entomologist. I wonder if kids still collect these nowadays.

My elder brother bought the two dinosaur books when I came in third in my primary two class. It sounds trivial now, but it was quite an achievement then. The Chinese books were prizes from the school for topping Chinese and Chinese essay competitions. The choose-your-own-adventure book was for a social studies quiz. A tale of two cities was for coming in second in P5 end of year exams.

This is another of my comic books collection. Garfield, McMug and Calvin and Hobbes. Bought them when I was in secondary school.

That's all for now. Were you expecting me to post more pictures of my maths textbooks and notes? I didn't take any picture of them, because I thought they won't be photogenic. Hehe. And my academic certificates and report books aren't for display. I wanted to take pictures of some of the birthday and christmas cards I received over the years. Then I realized I've to take a lot of pictures. So, forget it. But I had a good time reading through what my friends wrote on the cards.

Like what I've said previously in my last entry on pitas, everything I own now is from my parents in one way or another. The period when my asthma and migraine attacks were frequent, they bought me lots of stuff. Once I've recovered, I devoted most of my time to study, work and school activities, and till now, I hardly touched all these stuff. It's like leading a different life altogether. Less protection, less care and concern, and I'm expected to have the strength to recover from any failure or heartbreak. More responsibilities, higher expectaions, more stress. But all these add up, their sum is still million times better than being ill in bed and having your family memebers to worry for me. It's a bad feeling to lie in bed, in guilt, and sick. Isn't it good now that this torture has came to an end.

Now now, I just complained to my mum that I feel uncomfortable bout having nothing to do for my project. Maybe I should start working on the next chapter? Hehe.