Early Spring Cleaning

Two days ago, I updated my Facebook status with

"I need to revamp my bedroom... and the room beside my bedroom."

I have accumulated hundreds of personal books on well-being, devotionals, story books, assessment books and novels. And they multiplied when I was sleeping...

Okay, that's not true. I was asleep to the paucity of space in my bedroom whenever I get near Popular Bookstores, book festivals and Christian bookstores. The inquisitive me always wins against the prudent me.

"Grab the book! It will be sold out soon!"

On a different day, I may be thinking, "The discount prices are too good! You'll be a fool not to buy the books now!"

I end up the fool who finds his bedroom full of books, books and books. And barely any walking space.

The tables are full of books, under the bed are books. In his bags are books. On his computer desk, there are books.

In my frustration, I made an important discovery last week, which prompted an Eureka moment, when I decided "I need to revamp my bedroom... and the room beside the bedroom.

My brother got married months ago, and he finally took his Ikea bed with him weeks ago. Sans the space-invading bed, his room is just home to just air. Lots of breathing space.

So I reckon it's time I fight for some space with the shapeless, invisible enemy named Air. Easier said than done.

If you have read the last blog post, my old TV in the living room died on me just when I needed a date with the goggle box. Since that day I bid farewell to the old TV, I bought a new 42" Sony LED TV at Sitex and it would be delivered later today. I'm busy cleaning up the mess and dust left under the old TV because the new TV needs more space and I had to move some furniture around. I swept the years of dust under tables and cabinets I have never touched.

I took out my bedroom's Monster Cable for local TV reception to the living room; the new 42" TV is the biggest I have ever got and it deserves nothing but the best cable I have.

I also digged out an optical cable to give the old Toshiba Home Theatre a breath of clear digital sound when the new TV comes. Surely, it would be weird watching DVDs on a huge screen without the equally enormous booms and crashes while watching Transformers or Over the Hedge with DTS-quality sound.

So I'm tired from all these chores. And I had to cancel a jog, just to come home and continue cleaning up my room after tiring myself with the new setup for the new Sony LED TV.

Clearing and organising my bedroom of approximately 5m X 4m, for a guy like me who forgets where he puts his things, is like searching for ten sewing needles in a football field. Yes, I'm that disorganised.

It took me two hours to complete 40% of the tasks. And I needed music to get started.

I started with techno. I was efficient and in non-stop drive. Boom! Boom! Boom! I shake up the room! Room! Room!

Before the CD ends, I was already half-peering at my Macbook Pro which had - at the command of my fingers - logged on to Facebook.

"What a great combo. Techno and spring cleaning." Justinn muttered, "Imagine other kinds of music you might have played on your amplifier. What kind of scenario it would be..."

Well, I can imagine it.

Pop music... I would sing along with my broom as a mic stand.

Classical. My favourite Hayley Westenra would make me relax... or sing along in falsetto. Cue windows cracking.

"How about Beethoven's Symphony No. 5?" Justinn knocked on the gates of my imaginary castles in the door, "I think the books would come tumbling down the shelves!"

"Or, they would become my backup singers and dancers," I replied with a smile.

Then the techno CD ended. I removed the disc and searched frantically for more music, for more motivation to work on my room (s). Then I found it.

Big band music. No way will I be able to sing to it. It's Harry Connick, Jr. and his Grammy winning album Songs I Heard.

Great album, but I don't know the songs well. They aren't as catchy as pop hits, cos dear Harry re-interpreted them in his distinctive, mesmerising style. No way can I sing to the jazzy tunes. My book dancers would end up on left foots or dancing with different rhythm. None of us can groove in sync to Harry's brilliant musicianship.

When the album ended its play and the big band depart for home from my lovely Jamo bookshelf speakers, I came online to blog about the day.

Time to bathe and relax. In less than 12 hours, the new Sony LED TV will be here. My Son-ee Tee Vee needs meeeeee. Wheeeeee!

Photos might be updated soon... if I can get my hands off the new TV remote.