A window to my past...

So at 7:09AM today, I could no longer fall asleep. What did I do? I started operation Room Cleaning. That's right - time to clean up my room. So I was clearing out my closet area (as of now, I haven't even gotten to my desk or bunk bed area yet) when I came across some of my old classics. They include my fictional works such as "The Return of Goldilocks" and "I went right through the living room's wall!" as well as non-fictional ones on the black hole, coral reefs and the skin. I wonder what the teachers thought when they read my stuff, especially the Goldilocks one as it's actually a bit disturbing... Later, after further cleaning/searching, I found a journal from my preschool in the states:

Dec. 5, 1988
I am afraid of girlfrind.
I am afraid of MiSTy.

So yeah, I blame MiSTy for making me who I am today!!! :D It's actually quite hilarious reading what I wrote back then. Almost half of the stuff I wrote made no sense as I would begin with an idea and just drift off...

[Update]
It's now 5:56PM and things aren't looking too good. Morale is low as the enemy is everywhere and seems to have no end. Everytime I clean out a bag or a box, I find another one hidden further in. In fact, they almost got me - a while ago I was so overwhelmed that I dozed off, but I couldn't sleep comfortably as my things were invading what little space I have left. Of all of my primary objectives, I've only cleaned 1/2 of my closet. That's it, it's time to wave the white flag. Better to live so that I can fight another day.