a trip down memory lane
been spending the past couple of hours clearing out one of the columns of storage cabinets in my room. i thought it'd be a quick & easy task, but i find myself slowing down and going through the forgotten relics of my past.
autograph books from secondary school days, greeting cards & best wishes cards from yesteryears, photos, letters & cards from ex-boyfriends... this little journey down memory lane has indeed jolted the memories that lay dormant in my mind for the longest time. friends that i've lost touch with, places i've forgotten i've been to, crafts that i used to do.
i was going through this series of cards from an ex-boyfriend who used to send me a card (along with a pretty generous gift) on very 'monthly-versary' that we've had. as i re-read the words in the cards, i realized that sweet although the gesture may be, but the words mostly weren't his. they were written by quite a number of somebodys whose jobs were to write the most poetic, loving & touching words for greeting cards. i would much prefer words, however less poetic, to come straight from the sender. but oh well, i guess i couldn't complain. at least i got a card every month. bleah.
ok, now back to packing & throwing out junk again.
laters!
autograph books from secondary school days, greeting cards & best wishes cards from yesteryears, photos, letters & cards from ex-boyfriends... this little journey down memory lane has indeed jolted the memories that lay dormant in my mind for the longest time. friends that i've lost touch with, places i've forgotten i've been to, crafts that i used to do.
i was going through this series of cards from an ex-boyfriend who used to send me a card (along with a pretty generous gift) on very 'monthly-versary' that we've had. as i re-read the words in the cards, i realized that sweet although the gesture may be, but the words mostly weren't his. they were written by quite a number of somebodys whose jobs were to write the most poetic, loving & touching words for greeting cards. i would much prefer words, however less poetic, to come straight from the sender. but oh well, i guess i couldn't complain. at least i got a card every month. bleah.
ok, now back to packing & throwing out junk again.
laters!


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