Flash back to 2004
As a result of my extreme boredness, I actually went to read my old blog! (Btw, I find it quite amazing that blogspot didn’t shut down my old site due to inactivity. But… Thanks?)
Anyway, after reading part of it, I found some things quite amusing.
1) I actually maintained the blog for nearly TWO YEARS. Like, OMG!!! Is that a personal record?!? It actually spanned from my JC days till uni days till I met my dear!!!
2) The language I used is absolutely hilarious. i guess i was writin in the… i dunno leh.. jc small gurl gurl kinda style~ =)
But with that said, what I wrote did sound more interesting then now. At least some part sounded pretty…… poetic to me. LOL.
3) I have ABSOLUTELY NO RECOLLECTION WHATSOEVER about alot of events that happened!!!
June 22nd 2004
” me finally msged him this morning coz i tot it was useless to keep waiting. realised that he has a fever. poor baby… he said that he din msg coz he was having a fever. i’m not sure if its strong enough an excuse, but i’ll buy it for now. honestly i have no idea wad is goin on. the signals he’s sending are so mixed that i dare not come to any conclusion in fear that i might misinterpret. he said he likes me. but if he likes me, den how come he never ever calls? how come i always have to be the one who has to take the initiative to msg or call him? budden when i start to think that maybe he doesn’t like me n he’s just fooling around with me, he always does the sweetest thing to make me feel so happy again. hai… this is so annoying. =( “
Ermmmm……….. I’m sorry if I sound heartless, but who is “he”? LOL.
4) I seem to sound lovesick all the time. And although I can’t quite remember who I’m talking about, I’m pretty sure I was referring to different guys every now and then.
But there’s alot to be learnt from old blogs. One thing for sure, I’m slowly starting to see some parts of me that were pretty immature, pompous, childish, vengeful, and overly-flirty and desperate. Perhaps its only with time that we can reflect on our past and realise how blinded we were to not have noticed who was staring right back at us when we looked in the mirror.








