One wagamama receipt. When I last saw my friend Tina before I moved, we were only 13, an age when ‘hanging out’ almost exclusively meant coming over after school or having a sleepover. Three years later, when I visited home (NZ) in June, Tina and I had a classy, grown up dinner at wagamama. It’s scary to think how much we grow up in three years, and how so many things can remain the same.
One ticket to The Fault In Our Stars. Despite having read the book with zero tears and little love for the story, I left the cinema looking like a wrung out rag, dying for Augustus and Hazel to stay for a sequel, my heart as crumpled as this ticket (in the best way). Perhaps my favourite movie of the year.
One Fashion Cents program. In order to raise funds for our upcoming house building trip to Cambodia, around 45 of my grade 10 peers and I hosted a fashion show. Through donations, auctions and product sales, we raised a rough total of $12,000. I always love it when everyone comes together, regardless of clique or group, and puts in so much effort and with such fruitful yield. That night marked my first musical performance since grade 5 (though no one was really listening to us ^^) and it was a blast being a model for a night.
One mass printed notice. I got my braces off this year! I’ll never forget the bliss and new found freedom of being able to eat apples without it getting stuck everywhere and the speech struggles of having a new retainer.
One “Happy Birthday” banner. The last day of my camp in Cambodia just so happened to be my birthday. My roomie and I became good friends within the three nights we had been there, and that fourth night solidified the bond by staying up ’til 3am with another friend talking, laughing and eating junk food we bought down the street. Three hours of sleep later, I tiredly ate my breakfast when I realised most of my friends had vanished. My roomie brought me to our friend’s room, which led to many questions: Why aren’t we going to our room? Why do you need to check up on Alex? Why are there balloons all over the floor… HAPPY BIRTHDAY! My teacher had bought me balloons and a banner, which my friends so kindly inflated and fashioned into a sash I wore until I arrived home that afternoon. Although I slept through the rest of the day, this was definitely one of my favourite birthdays.
One currency exchange receipt. A mate in my drama class left his bookwork to the last minute. I lent him my book. He said he’d pay me $20. He put everything into his own words. He only had Taiwan dollars. He’s rich, so he didn’t care. $40 and all I did was my homework. So much win that day.
One uniform pass. Remember when my hair was completely red? (Link to see it below) And it lasted for about a week? My head of year gave me this pass after seeing my flaming hot head in case I got into trouble before I dyed it darker (or incase they thought I had caught fire or something). “Uniform variation” and “item: hair” gets me everytime. [School logo and signature has been edited out with my pro iPhoto skills]
One myki fare receipt. After visiting NZ, I stopped by Melbourne to visit my brother and my friend Ameya. She showed me the streets, the shops, and I fell in love with the city. It was so strange to see her again after three years, after we have both grown up in completely separate countries. After the ten awkward initial minutes had passed, however, everything fell back into place and I had the most incredible time. Riding the trains and trams (what the myki cards are used for) were one of my favourite parts.
An assortment of tickets and pamphlets from my housebuilding trip to Cambodia. It may not seem like a highlight at first, seeing the tower of skulls in The Killing Fields, touching the former classrooms and playgrounds of S-21, and seeing the aftermath of Pol Pot’s utterly horrendous rule right before me. This trip opened my eyes to the horrors humanity can cause, the cruel acts we’re capable of, and, most importantly, the forgiveness, love, compassion and progression that we are very able to posses despite having such fresh wounds. This trip inspired me to be more generous and giving and encourage others to do the same; the knowledge gained from pamphlets, memorials and people creating an experience I won’t let myself forget.
Throughout the year, I throw random tidbits into a box, things I think I might like to look at down the road. Here in this post, I present to you 9 items meticulously curated for your viewing pleasure. These items have been cherished, crumpled, and/or forgotten in my pocket, but each hold a distinct memory, feeling, or importance to the year that has now officially passed us; forming a sort of museum if you will, the museum of my 2014.
I hope you enjoy the small stories I have to share with you! Click any image to begin.
For more information about the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia,
take a gander at this brief BBC article.
To see me with red hair, check out this video.
To see my beautiful friend Ameya, here’s her channel.
For another one of my beautiful childhood friends, click any of the categories above ’cause I share this blog with her 😉
I really do encourage you all to keep a memory box/jar. It may seem silly at first, but a year passes by so quickly, and things that have happened seem decades ago. Looking through receipts, tickets and photos from the past year is such a warm and humbling experience, reminding you how blessed we are to have the experiences we go through and how much we have changed and grown since then!
May 2015 kick even more ass.
Much love, God bless, and Happy New Year!