Just cleared out my closet of all the old clothes that I no longer wear or have grown out of, and freed up a good amount of space for all my work wear. Took out about 40 articles of clothing in total, which I hope to be able to donate to a good cause.

It's amazing how much feelings I have grown to attach to certain pieces of clothing. Some I haven't worn in ages, but still I find it so hard to part with. Looking at certain pieces leads me to conjure images of events. And it's not just the case with objects but songs and smells have the ability to instantly bring me back in time to relive certain special moments. I can still recall the stuff that I wore on my very first date with the girlfriend which was more than six years ago. I remember the silly plain brown polo tee that I use to match with berms and a black tee on the inside. She made this little comment that she liked it some donkey years ago and despite the fact that I haven't worn it in forever, I still find it incredibly hard to get rid of it. A simple statement like that made such a long time ago. Sentimental value. Life is shaped and reshaped by moments of impact.

Anyway, I need to figure out a more efficient way of organizing my stuff. Should head down to Ikea for some storage solutions.

The long HK/China getaway was quite an experience. Fond memories which I'll carry with me for a long time I'm sure. Thanks babe! Shall keep a lookout for the next getaway destination. And time to start saving up for the next few big ticket items in life as well.

With the by-elections round the corner and keeping up with the political mood, I watched The Iron Lady recently. And this proved to be one of my favourite thought-provoking scenes from the movie. Sometimes people just need a leader like Margaret Thatcher who is ready and willing to sideline populism in order to deal out the harsh medicine that may be bitter but necessary.