There's this insatiable need to chuck out things.

I kept throwing out things. And more things. Frantically trying to find some order in this pseudo-mess that I perceive myself to be in.


I stopped bringing along my bag to camp. (Only did if I had to bring home stuff to wash or some fresh supplies.) I no longer bring umbrella. Street directory. Medical documents. Comb. Tissue paper. Swiss knife. Spare battery. Thumb drive. Reading materials. I even changed my spectacles case from aluminium to plastic. And downsized my ventolin.


And even so, I'm still trying to lighten up as much as possible.


In fact, this morning, I took out most of the stuff in my wallet. I took out my green IC, 4 privilege cards, 2 bank cards, blood transfusion card, library card, 2 card protectors; leaving me with 1 ATM card, ez-link card and driving licence.




I still feel extremely burdened.



It used to be oh-i'm-so-strong and what's that going to do to me?-kinda attitude. I don't mind the extra load(mental and physical). I don't mind.


And now I really really do feel the strain.