I was doing a bit of spring cleaning. And stumbled upon my ‘Time-Capsule Box’. I stored all my childhood memories in one box that I have kept for almost more than 20 years now. Phew~ when you come to think about it. Its as old as time can be. The box contained old journals that I had since I was in the 5th or 6th Grade. Before the time of Emails and NIRC (online chatting) was popular. I miss those days of passing notes to classmates in school. haha. I remembered how people would ask their crushes by passing notes. The notes would either be passed by their friends or classmates. Then the era of collecting friends ‘Biodata’ and photos of classmates and friends.
Back in the day, reading and writing was part of my hobby. I enjoyed reading a good book during the weekends when others would go to Karate practise. Or stayed up long hours in the night just to write. Write about things that inspire me, things that scare me and things that I love in general. One thing that I have learned from my previous journals and diaries is this. In each and every journal, I have grown so much. Learned to get back on my feet after falling face flat on my face. Appreciating true friends among the foe, life-lessons on hardships, cherishing every loveable memory that I had (the one lucky incident where I won a ticket to see WestLife LIVE in Brunei. All was below 18 years that time and enter the contest by using my dad ID. The contest was via telephone, an online MCQ auto-machine and everyday I would call to answer the questions as many as possible) Till the winner was announced.
By the 5th or 6th grade, I gotten into more serious form of writing, when I shared a journal between my best friend. We shared tears, smiles and been through thick and thin. Until we reached high-school. I miss those days, I have to admit, writing in my journal felt more real and the contents felt more raw than emailing, blogging or chatting. Perhaps the feeling of achievement each and every time when reaching the final page of my journal. And we would purchase a new journal. We would alternate days or weeks to write in the journal. The sense of belonging, all through the love of writing in journals.
What’s your most favourite childhood moments?
For the year 2015, I now have 7 books (4 to manage my online business, 2 for work and 1 for travel plans). I still kinda feel old school, despite having techy-gadgets.
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