Nostalgia
I was cleaning out my book shelf the other day, which I am rather proud of, because papers and old coffee cups don’t co-exist anymore. I presume that’s why man invented the concept of a kitchen – to keep the coffee off old math papers. I’m glad that 19 years of life experience has left me with much wisdom :)
So as I embarked on my mission to clean (i.e. use my dustbuster as a microphone to sing out ‘summer breezin’ as loudly as I could), I found my ‘memories’ box which seemed to be overflowing with a number of things.
A letter from an old friend from 7 years ago about how Michael Owen was the cutest footballer ever, my old slam book with endless accounts of how people have never heard me open my mouth (no, I am NOT making that up!), my old epaulet from school (I remember how proud we were to be seniors), bangles from Rainforest from a year back which I am sure I’ll never wear but will never forget, among many. I also found a copy of ‘that fat hat’ which has to be the cutest book ever, I remember being beyond excited to buy it back in primary school – a cautionary tale of what happens when a cat is too worried that her friend wears a big hat but finally realises how it doesn’t matter what other people think, quite a thought-provoker back in the day! I also have an overdose of SF souvenirs – SF pens, frames, books, bookmarks, maps, keychains, snow globes... I guess that explains the overflow :)
It’s always a mixture of emotions when I come across old things. There were countless good times. Excursions, dumb-c, sleepovers, mid-day coffee-day french fry craving sessions with a few good friends, the beach and all the running around in circles pretending to play football. But it’s sad also, how things have changed since then. People I saw everyday, I now talk to a few assorted days a year, and some only on birthdays.
My precious ‘salangai’ which was once something that meant the world to me currently lies in a corner gathering dust along with my the ‘nethi chutti’ and other dance memorabilia. I did try going back to my dance classes, but nothing was the same, and I eventually dropped out again.
I also found photos from the time one of my closest friends stayed in my apartment. We used to spend every evening in the terrace playing shuttle, or talking about our other eccentric neighbours, or occasionally studying! I still see her sometimes when she comes on my bus, and we try to uphold our long list of traditions carefully crafted over the past 14 years, but it’s not the same.
My nostalgic session went on for many hours, as I went through every little thing I had saved up through the years. It reminded me of times when life was uncomplicated, and all I worried about was whether I would be able to catch the latest episode of friends before my dad got home and caught me!
I love each bit of what I found, good or bad, because it made me what I am today. And I went out and got a bigger box in the hope of many more to come :)
So as I embarked on my mission to clean (i.e. use my dustbuster as a microphone to sing out ‘summer breezin’ as loudly as I could), I found my ‘memories’ box which seemed to be overflowing with a number of things.
A letter from an old friend from 7 years ago about how Michael Owen was the cutest footballer ever, my old slam book with endless accounts of how people have never heard me open my mouth (no, I am NOT making that up!), my old epaulet from school (I remember how proud we were to be seniors), bangles from Rainforest from a year back which I am sure I’ll never wear but will never forget, among many. I also found a copy of ‘that fat hat’ which has to be the cutest book ever, I remember being beyond excited to buy it back in primary school – a cautionary tale of what happens when a cat is too worried that her friend wears a big hat but finally realises how it doesn’t matter what other people think, quite a thought-provoker back in the day! I also have an overdose of SF souvenirs – SF pens, frames, books, bookmarks, maps, keychains, snow globes... I guess that explains the overflow :)
It’s always a mixture of emotions when I come across old things. There were countless good times. Excursions, dumb-c, sleepovers, mid-day coffee-day french fry craving sessions with a few good friends, the beach and all the running around in circles pretending to play football. But it’s sad also, how things have changed since then. People I saw everyday, I now talk to a few assorted days a year, and some only on birthdays.
My precious ‘salangai’ which was once something that meant the world to me currently lies in a corner gathering dust along with my the ‘nethi chutti’ and other dance memorabilia. I did try going back to my dance classes, but nothing was the same, and I eventually dropped out again.
I also found photos from the time one of my closest friends stayed in my apartment. We used to spend every evening in the terrace playing shuttle, or talking about our other eccentric neighbours, or occasionally studying! I still see her sometimes when she comes on my bus, and we try to uphold our long list of traditions carefully crafted over the past 14 years, but it’s not the same.
My nostalgic session went on for many hours, as I went through every little thing I had saved up through the years. It reminded me of times when life was uncomplicated, and all I worried about was whether I would be able to catch the latest episode of friends before my dad got home and caught me!
I love each bit of what I found, good or bad, because it made me what I am today. And I went out and got a bigger box in the hope of many more to come :)
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