a new chair..

this is random, .. but i've bought a new chair. 

the rattan type, in armchair style.. 

i had it placed in my own room, in front of my study. purely because it had caused quite a stir earlier in the living room, when i'd brought it back intended as a new member to the rest of the pieces in that room. 

clearly, it had no room for it. either the single-seater sofa had to be disposed of, or the red plastic one would have to go. 

i had wanted neither to go. i had wanted no disruption to that room. i had wanted flatly, no argument from either of my folks on which would be the best to go. i simply had not anticipated the commotion this new chair would bring. 

so now i'm on it, as i sit facing my spacious working table. 

this is what's bringing on this post.. the root of this sorta-revelation. 

you see, spacious might not be the best word to use to describe my table. size wise, it is more than enough really. but the number of stuffs i cram onto it, i'm barely left with a rectangle of a space slightly wider than my laptop to work with. spacious, it is not. 

so as i sit here and take in the number of stuffs on my table, arms on the armrest and head against the headrest, that thing about this new chair comes back into mind. 

there is a globe on my table, it comes with a light switch but is unplugged. 

there is a calendar on my table, a hello kitty mcdonald's doll, an old charity run rubber duckie, one large stationery and pens holder, a few storage tins and cans in various shapes and sizes, two old 'plate-portraits' bought from previous Thailand trips, a handful of Coke cans and bottles courtesy of friends and colleagues who'd traveled abroad, old rolls of gift wraps, stacks of old bills and statements, an old ipod, decks of unused playing cards, about two dozens of old CDs, and books.. some read, some not. yes, it feels kinda exposed revealing this mess on my table here.. 

i'd frequently watched some reality-type programs on tv, of some freaky people who had their houses filled with stuffs, leaving only a trail from their door to their rooms. 

i'd also now and then, reminded myself to not be a hogger of stuffs. 

looking at what's in front of me now, am i a hogger myself? or was it plain inaction that i had find it so okay then, to keep all these stuffs lying on my table, thinking that bill is too recent to dump, that roll of gift wrap could be handy in times of last minute gift giving, that those few cans of Coke look too cute with all their fancy designs, and those storage tins.. beats me what's inside each of them now... 

so enough about what's on my table. though it's for sure there'll be about 80% of stuffs to be gone soon. 

in retrospect, the new chair, the stuffs on my table, it's all just a metaphor i guess, to this thing called life. 

a new chair in would mean an old chair out. 

accumulated stuffs on a table would mean reducing of working space to the size of a laptop. 

without something new, everything would remain something old. 

accumulated stuffs, whatever they may be in our case, if left unchecked, could bog us down. 

i know somewhat, that inaction breeds inaction. 

but how would you deduce it? it's your life after all. 

another itch scratched...