Blast from the past

The recent CNY holiday, I took the chance to escape to my hometown, back to my family home...while cleaning at some parts of the house, I stumbled upon two big dusty bags. Hmm, wondered what's inside, I took a peek and walla! There were my old notes and stuff from secondary school and uni years. And some old trinkets, memorabilia that suddenly flew me back to the past.

..down memory lane..

There were name tags and souvenir badges, old birthday cards, "words of wisdom" diary, my journal and school project books. In the picture above, there are Form 1 history project book and KH (Kemahiran Hidup / Living Skills) project book. Perusing those stuff, I couldn't help but noticing my handwriting style at that time and the things I collected. In the words of wisdom diary, there were .... of course, words of wisdom that I came across during those years, song lyrics and a few self-written personal poems, it would be nice to read back all those stuff...and laughed at some, huuhaa..

The journal...yes, teenage girls like to make pretty diary or journal that tells the stories in their life. Well, me too! It's just that mine wasn't as pretty as others, and anyway, I started it during my late teens. I remembered at that time, I didn't want to keep all things with sentimental values in it just inside a box. I thought that if I was no longer around in this world, my mom might throw away all my things without knowing what they meant to me. So, if I put them in the journal with some descriptions (the ones that could be pasted in the book, of course), at least, it would be a treasure in my life filled with things that are worth to be kept and remembered. Yeah, that's how my mind worked at that time.

As I flipped through the pages in my journal, I was quite astounded by the things I wrote and the stuff I pasted in it. Yes, it's ironic, considering that all work were done by myself. Generally, everything inside there is personal-yet-not-too-personal stuff. It isn't as heavyweight as the real diaries that I've been writing almost every single day of my life from primary school right until uni years, which I had 'safely cremated' at the front yard of my house last year. Yes, it sounds quite dramatic...I read them for the last time, then off into the fire. Those diaries had kept my happy and troubled times in them all these years, but I thought that I've had enough of keeping old stories within my life. I wanted to let go and move on.

Back to my journal, there are memorabilia of my school band. These bookmarks are souvenirs from the biggest concert that my school band ever held (and perhaps the only one during my time). It was in my junior year, when we, my batch, were still fresh in the game, hadn't even warmed up with our instruments yet. I remembered donning the all blacks attire, the uniform of the prop girls (bandgirls who are not playing during the event and in charge with helping the playing bandgirls with props and other things). And I also remembered feeling proud looking at my seniors playing the music in a large hall with a large audience...(everything seemed so large for a 13-year old at that time)...

Newspaper cut-outs of the persons that I admired for their talents....

 Excerpts from my Prinsip Akaun camp notes with the teacher's comments in it....(because I admire the teacher..uhuh..)

And...can you believe it...the examination registration no. slip that were pasted on the exam table, I still keep 'em! Excluding UPSR slip, my PMR and SPM slip were there.

   

...and a lot of other stuff, movie tickets, receipts of first assets (defined as camera with film roll...now already in the morgue), articles, old pen-pals' letters, postcards, etc. etc...including stories of my past crush...just silly...oh, those days....Now, reaching to the 3rd decade of my life, many things have changed, emotionally, mentally....but there are still bits and pieces of the past that I can still relate to and I can still feel. In life, it is a process of continuous changes. In moving forward, sometimes we have to look back to our past.

Now, I don't dabble in writing diaries. I just have a blog.
And a pair of ears who's always there for me.