Madamoiselle : The Organizer

About fifteen years ago, "Organizers" were the 'IN' thing for everyone. That time, I was still in my High School and everyone had one. The organizer, was supposed to be a planner, a scheduler, a note to remember of important things and a place to keep those important numbers and addresses of contacts. For the teenagers those times, however, had their organizers for cool pictures with friends, boyfriends, love poems, letters, notes and comments, all in coloured papers which are beautifully decorated, binded in the rings of the organizer. It's like having an old fashion 'friendster', 'facebook', or 'blogger' all done manually in a piece of a binded book.

The reason I brought up this topic, is because I've found one of my old 'Organizers' which I've used when I was in college. It was not the same as I've mentioned above anymore, as in the years later, people were not interested of it and the usage of organizers were more back to the basic purpose of it. Still, the trends of putting up the picture were still there and I found it 'memorable'. In which reminds me back of my former organizer as I had described above and I didn't have it anymore. :)

Speaking of my 'college-organizer', I just had a simple one, with a 'TAZ' sticker, a character I used to love so much. Most of the things I had inside were schedules for my classes and assignments, few formulas of Electronics stuffs i learnt back then, afew college years pics, a favourite poem I still keep, and my own few collections of lyrics songs that I used to listen.

"Por-key-tu-memann-kor"

I love this french song from Celine Dion back then. Yeah! That was my handwriting a decade ago, the usage of computers had just started to bloom in college and no laptops were affordable yet for the students during those times. It was also the time when mobile phones started to be an 'IN' thing but only a few can afford it. Others, still used 'Pagers". I was one of the few people to afford a mobile phone, from my own money I earned after being paid from the Sea Games volunteer allowances. I still keep it now in the box, unusable, but for memories.

This picture above was a cutting of a poem I really liked. Even till now, It blown me a way reading it. Never thought I'm into such thing, doncha?

Here's the poem I'd like to share;

The First Day


I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand..... Did one but know!

~Christina Georgina Rusetti (1830-1894)~

Fliped through the pages of the lyrics, I found a written note, supposed to be a poem, made by my own. Not a good one and may be a little cheesy but its a poem straight from the heart. I used to write these long time ago but stopped when I started to work.

There are times when she felt so lonely
Nothing will hide, a solitude at night.
She tried to change to be the one,
her heart had just strike
and she fell in love,
Then he had gone, left her heart ached,
Unknowing the truth, Had he ever cared?

She filled her days with laughter
that brights any a soul that lingers her life
Little but none she really knows
Her nights were filled with stars that would not glow.

She tried so hard to appreciate what she has got
To take her hopes and lose her fears
But emptiness still echos through her heart
Someday...Somewhere....Somehow....
She knows, he'll be there to fill her tomorrows.

xx Madamoiselle Junior xx 6th May 1999


So much of memories...signing off for now!