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i went back to visit my childhood the other day.
i started watching sailor moon again, as lame as it sounds.
its bloody good, like so savoury, like chicken rice, you could just never get sick of it.
and so it goes (anyway im on episode 186 of 200 already), i was a hardcore sailor moon fan back in primary school days.
i've got like sailor moon underwear, fan, colouring books, cheque book inspired notebook, anything exotic you can think of.
and i've got a whole truckload of it, a whole cabinet worth of it.
CNY cleaning, it din occur to me that i would ever go back to look at those sailormoony stuffs again, so i cleared the whole cabinet.
i threw, I THREW, ME ME ME ME ME, i was the FUCKER who THREW, BLOODY THREW the stuffs away.
limited edition coloured comics from japan.
limited edition cards.
$665652666 worth of stickers.
ETC.
i THREW IT AWAY.
POOF, GONE.
and how did i realise?
i was trying to do a journal entry on sailormooon (creative journal), i needed some resources.
and i realised.
all the energy i had to do the journal, well, it channelled itself to saddness.
like some moaning period for all my lost SAILORMOON stuffs.
truckloads of them.
and my brother said to me: ' stupid girl, you should never throw away memories.'
this time i din rebuke, im stupid. and as corny as it sounds, well, yes. memories do mean alot. and childhood means even more.
goodbye love, i bet u have been disintegrated into ashes along with trash like a rotten apple core.
well, just a reminder of how lovely they look.
just a reminder of how gross i look.
kill this asshole.
