A breath of fresh air
In preparation for the repainting of my room [which I have to undertake all by my lonesome because someone didn't read her smses, ahem], I did a spring cleaning. Spring cleaning can be so very tiring. I only tackled one bookshelf, and that was enough. I cleared out a lot of old things; memorabilia from events that I hardly even recall now, but which seemed so important to keep. The hats and fun torchlights from the couple of NDPs that I attended in P5, and with the family. The pink glittery fairy wand which Charlene, my PL, gave me upon inititation into Guides. A file stacked with papers from when I attended the RMUN. I realise that all this debris eventually loses its ability to make you recall the memory as precisely as I had hoped. When I looked at all of it, I realised that I remembered looking at them and thinking 'I must keep this for memory', rather than, 'Oh this brings back the memory of daddadaada'. So I got rid of all of it.
Well, nearly all. I still have a lot of flotsam from my years of living. Cards given to me on birthdays, letters from my cousin Eudora when we were enamoured with letter-writing. Personality analyses from secondary school, workbooks bearing all the notes and practice from school works [I only kept the really important ones though]. I also threw away several books of writing and drawing. Those came from when I was in late primary, early secondary books. I couldn't even bear to look at the stories because scanning through them made me realise how immature my thinking was, and how romanticised the writing. My heroines invariably went through such horrors and trials in life. Their prince charmings were dark, handsome and mysterious. I came up with the most fanciful sorts of names for them. My writing, uh, well story-telling, then was also largely influenced by whatever I happened to be reading or watching. Like LOTR. Or Beyblade [oh my god, yes that Beyblade silly story]. There was even one anime featuring a young chef called Mao, or something like that. And I always, always fell for the dark, silent ones on the shows. Always.
What I have kept [though in 5 years I may very well look back, cringe and dump them in a bin] are the diaries, from sec 2 to J2. They begin rather cheerfully, though my crushes featured in angst filled passages [usually because they liked some other girl, to my eternal despair]. In sec 4 especially, they got terribly fatalistic and so depressing that I didn't read through them. And in J1 and 2, they are largely filled with Council work and school work. At one point, though, I was going through a new journal every 2 months. How prolific I was! I even kept a blog then, on blogger.
These days this lj has taken over most of the blogging, leaving my notebooks free. I fill them now with research and notes. Research on trips, on diving, on whatever has taken my fancy. We'll have to see if this lj system will last. Otherwise, it may be back to notebooks!
Well, nearly all. I still have a lot of flotsam from my years of living. Cards given to me on birthdays, letters from my cousin Eudora when we were enamoured with letter-writing. Personality analyses from secondary school, workbooks bearing all the notes and practice from school works [I only kept the really important ones though]. I also threw away several books of writing and drawing. Those came from when I was in late primary, early secondary books. I couldn't even bear to look at the stories because scanning through them made me realise how immature my thinking was, and how romanticised the writing. My heroines invariably went through such horrors and trials in life. Their prince charmings were dark, handsome and mysterious. I came up with the most fanciful sorts of names for them. My writing, uh, well story-telling, then was also largely influenced by whatever I happened to be reading or watching. Like LOTR. Or Beyblade [oh my god, yes that Beyblade silly story]. There was even one anime featuring a young chef called Mao, or something like that. And I always, always fell for the dark, silent ones on the shows. Always.
What I have kept [though in 5 years I may very well look back, cringe and dump them in a bin] are the diaries, from sec 2 to J2. They begin rather cheerfully, though my crushes featured in angst filled passages [usually because they liked some other girl, to my eternal despair]. In sec 4 especially, they got terribly fatalistic and so depressing that I didn't read through them. And in J1 and 2, they are largely filled with Council work and school work. At one point, though, I was going through a new journal every 2 months. How prolific I was! I even kept a blog then, on blogger.
These days this lj has taken over most of the blogging, leaving my notebooks free. I fill them now with research and notes. Research on trips, on diving, on whatever has taken my fancy. We'll have to see if this lj system will last. Otherwise, it may be back to notebooks!