Ransacking my cupboard for something to write on, I found my old notebook. Ransacking my notebook for empty pages, I found my stories! Hahaha...Oh, well, at least a little of them!
I had forgotten I wrote during those years when I became one the many billions of labourers in the world. Entries were sporadic, really. But each start of a burst, there was always a pledge of intention to write, write and write! I laugh now!
Really, reading the things that I wrote just now, made me shake my head in disbelief. They are really funny and wildly scandalous. My embarrassing declarations of love all captured there, my desperate attempts of writing down phone messages that I wanted to keep, as those were still dark days of limited technology functions and memory space on mobiles, my list of expenditure during a trip and oh, classic, a few doodles!
Two things that I can attest that didn't change are myself and my bad handwriting. I was a very disoriented person, and still am now, if not worse. Although, as I was reading, I felt that I actually wrote slightly better and sounded more positive then. As for the handwriting, well, it was bad, and it is still bad. Perhaps, I am a lost cause. Hahaha...
Many of the pages are still bare. I doubt that I will filling up those empty lines with words for paragraphs, for I have here now. I might just use it to fill them up with my lousy attempts to sketch my ideas. Those fuzzy pictures laying dormant in the head need to be sharpened and the best way is to try to bring it to life. So far, it's like kiddy's work!
I will, I think, in the future, reread them again, I believe. Just to remind myself, what I kind of a person I was, with hollow aspirations and sporadic concentrations and ineloquent, new word learnt yesterday! And also, mostly, just to give myself a good laugh. Hahaha..
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