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A Note

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Torn Between Two

If any of you are a fan of TVD; this may contain spoilers if you haven't watched the latest episodes.  

A few days ago, Khalif told me that she'd watched the 9th and 10th episode of Vampire Diaries 4. Not shocking enough; Elena wasn't really sired to Damon. Her love for him is undoubted. It was because even before she became a vampire, she already had feelings for him, only her love for Stefan was stronger. Now that she's became one, her feelings for him obviously was magnified. They broke up when Stefan found out that Elena fed from his brother as it truly pained him. Determined on finding the cure for Elena to become human again, he was even more agonized when he found out that Elena doesn't has any more feelings for him, in a game of truth or dare, of which Rebekkah had him, Caroline and Elena to play.

Seriously, this is going to be more complicated. Regardless, I still believe that in the end Stefan & Elena would be together again.

I Carry Your Heart by E.E Cummings

I carry your heart with me

(I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it

(Anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

                                           

I fear no fate

(For you are my fate, my sweet)

I want no world 

(For beautiful you are my world, my true)

And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

And whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

I couldn't sleep last night and decided to watch a movie 'In Her Shoes' (by Cameron Diaz & Toni Collette). It's a great movie by the way :) This poem was featured in the film and used in a wedding scene near the end. I was so glad to have watched the movie and learned about this truly beautiful poem by Cummings. The words may seem simple yet if you really feel the poem it has a truly deep meaning of a profound love. I think this is the best love poem I've ever read & it's definitely my fav =)   


P/S: A Special Dedication To My Dearest Sisters Of Excalibur 0812. Love you guys till death. May this strong sisterhood lasts forever :)

No One Better

Dearest Sister; Death can be anytime & in case time betrays me, I feel like making a list of the things I might want you to know and maybe chances are you will never find these out but who knows if one day you're bored and decides to Google yourself  =,= So I'm gonna put your name here so you can read it if you ever will Google yourself. Putri Mahirah. There I put it. Lol XD

The things I'm missing nowadays;

• you screaming at me whenever I didn't fold the blanket in the morning
• the times when we used to burn down the house kitchen at 4am when we're hungry (you're not you when you're hungry XD)
• talking to you before sleeping
• fighting with you over the silliest reasons
• us watching TVD together 
• all of us hanging out with Mum and how she would walk so fast leaving us behind
• the mushroom soups,pastas & whatever you used to cook
• watching you talking to yourself in the mirror =,=
• sometimes listening to you speaking in British accent
• you calling to check up on me and if I wanted anything (hmm, but you still do nowadays.yeay!)
• again, I miss fighting with you O.O
• the 'Let's jog at the park in the morning!!' plan every night which was always a total failure
• ordering pizzas
• you getting mad at the sound of my cellphone alarms (well, they had to be annoying to wake me up duhhh!)
• watching movies late at night (though usually you ended up watching them alone)
• stealing your stuffs to brought to boarding school in case I miss you =( (hahaha I bet you never realized)
• & there's just so many more...

The Wishing Well

A married couple walks up to a wishing well. The guy leans over, makes a wish and throws in a penny.

His wife decides to make a wish, too, but she leans over too far, falls into the well and drowns.

The guy says, "Wow, it really works."

 

Need A Laugh Today?

I had a really bad day yesterday and i found this website called 'lolsotrue.com'. It's full of ridiculous quotes yet so hillarious. Actually they're really funny! To whoever whom made the site, thank you because it managed to put a smile on my face and i swear i couldn't stop laughing. Seriously.

 Have you ever stumbled upon the site? If not, i'm promoting you to. Well, maybe if you feel mad or sad and in desperate of something to make you smile, or maybe just boring or so, check out the website, scroll down till you find something that would make you crack like a maniac. Believe me, you would ;) Just a suggestion.   

Look Deeply, Feelingly

Behind every smile, there's always something that lies beneath it. The truth is we might never know. Some people fake their smiles. We can fake smiles and pretend like we are feeling happy when the truism is ,our heart is breaking, hurting badly yet no one knows.
Smiles may lie, but not eyes..

I once read a fanfiction and there was this line that says;

"At first sight, you may only see one's eye color.. But if you look deeply into the eyes, you could actually see happiness, regret, repent, hurt or hope..."  

Look, search into their eyes real carefully.  

What do you really see..?

For Once Please Be Serious

Erghhhh! You're never serious when i'm trying hard to knock some sense into your head. Whenever we argue & whenever i'm mad at you, you'd make me laugh. =) Never knew you could put out the fire of my ever so burning ego brother =,= Why?!

No More Plaka

I guess this year, we won't all be smelling the fresh painted backdrops in the preparation room...

No more audition. No more sneaking out for practice in the morning & to finish props and costumes.

No more sharing the stage. No more full dress rehearsal. No more ED ='(

Keeping The Eyes Open

That very day the Sejarah paper ended on Wednesday & to be honest, it was the best paper ever made by the ministry of education. It was hard. Had all of us in the hall smiling from ear to ear all the time. I went back to room & found Aishah singing as always, her eyes fixed on the laptop in front of her. We talked for a good 15 minutes about random stuffs i can't remember and she told me: Since Thursday night would be the last night in school for the year, well for everyone except the fifth formers, she wanted all four of us to watch a few movies together, thankfully there was no know paper on Friday and it's a break for 10 days after Modern Maths. Yeay!!! Not literally a break though. It's a week where you sleep with the book, walk with a book. Where most of the time, you get too extremely tired and fall asleep and the book watches you. Well, study or drop out of school.

But turned out it all didn't turned up as planned! Iyliana & D had slept early & left both of us watching them alone! Oh mann! You guys promised!!! Anyway, I can still remember what it felt like that night. The cold wind chilling.. The creak sound of the doors every now and then, as if telling us to save them because they're alive and had actually been cursed to be doors =,=  That awkward moment when the wall clock suddenly falls to the ground when the movie just played a hellish, spine-chilling melody and we had to add more effects by screaming for 10 awesome seconds..   

Well, we watched horror movies. And we had to make it worst by watching them at 2;00 in the morning! The first movie was 'Prom Night' which was quite an annoying thriller to me. I've always hated watching movies that involves murdering. But it was a total fun getting 'heart attacks' between the movies though!

Until the best part of the night came, when we watched 'Insidious'. At 3:00 in the morning. Tell me we made the wrong choice of hour & we'd definitely agree. Even though i'd watched the movie tonnes of time, watching it at 3:00 in the morning?! Ahh, not good! Have you watched the movie? Please, please don't tell me you like the opening of the movie with all the bloodcurdling sound effects... Ergh, eerie!

 

Hidden

 

These are notes to myself too. Trust me, sometimes, when we feel like giving up, when we feel like we've done our best but in the end we didn't get what we really want, we wish really hard for that particular dream to be made a reality but it's shattered right in front of our eyes, we have misunderstandings with family or fights with friends, we were given a difficult test by God and think like it's the end of the world when we think that we cannot overcome and fix the circumstance... We tend to blame fate & say this very line: 'Life is so unfair..'or 'Life is so complicated.' At least we thought so.

Well maybe, sometimes that could be true. Nevertheless, in those state of mind where we lose hope, we choose to say irrelevant thoughts out of anger.. Think again, how can we say that life is unfair when He gives us happiness for a certain period of time and we think that life is complete when someone on the other side of the world had just lost his eyesight or a man had just gotten into an accident and loses his memory and couldn't remember his wife..Even worst what if he even forgets who he is.. In school we get homework and get to learn in comfortable classrooms when there are children out there craving and thirsty for knowledge, learning without rooftops at a war site.. Keen on studying to pursue their dreams, wondering if it might ever come true .. Yet we forget to be grateful for all we have? We forget to be thankful at the times when were granted with happiness. But when were put on difficult times, we complain and grumble all the whys.. We blame. We give up.  

But then, what are life without obstacles? Those challenges are the things that would mature us as we grow up and open our mind towards believing in whatever He had planned before we were even born into this world are indeed the best for us..

Because; 

" Even if sometimes you will never find the 'hikmah',  deep inside, you know it's actually there. You're just afraid to admit that magical feeling "

& Maybe sometimes we don't need to know the reasons afterall, maybe at times they are best kept as secrets.

Sparkingly Stupefying

I was searching for my lost "The Best Of Me" and figured out that maybe i might never find it! Must be somewhere around the house. So i guess that means the scavanger hunt of the year's about to start. 

The way he writes just totally inspires me and tug at my heartstrings.

Have you ever read any of his book?! Believe me, they will never dissapoint you..

So i suggest that you go to the bookstore nearby & quickly grab one.

One thing, you might be shocked if the book ignites sparks at times, i tell you, get used to it..

 Oh and yes, you might also want to have a box of tissues beside you, maybe two...

Don't tell me you haven't been warned.   

Inedequate

Love isn’t when you can name a million things you love about the person. Love is when you can’t even find words to describe how you feel about them.”

Ibn Assaker narrated that Lady Ai'sha may Allah be pleased with her said that Prophet Muhammad S.A.W (Peace Be Upon Him) told her: 

"I could not care less to die,
 knowing that you are my wife in heaven..." 

=')

Bare This In Mind Women...

Gosh, Wouldn't That Be Nice?!

Hey! How awesome if that's true. Have you ever felt so ecstatic the moment you just woke up from a really wonderful dream and suddenly the moment you started to recall them in your mind you can't just imagine what it had looked like & what it was all about. And what is it that made you feel really pleasant that you managed to knock on that perfect door of the world where everything is sound and the realms of reality just vanished from your rational train of thoughts because in it fairy tales became real? 

Don't you wanna know the dreams you had forgotten to save or the ones that are lost somewhere in the back of your head?

Didn't we all watched Cinderella a good decade ago or may i say when were 7 and have actually been longing to see our Prince Charming ever since, at least in a dream, draping the blanket over our body not to keep us warm but because we were smiling too hard with our eyes closed and had to grip the blanket to keep us aware of the smokes alarm of reality?

Hmmm... 

& if  you happen to be reading this at night, shall i say keep your eyes closed, and your heart open to let a written plot unfold before your very closed eyes in a land far far away ;)

But need i remind you, truthfully, not every fairy tale ends with a happily ever after...

 Have a sweet dream & may your brain won't forget to press the 'save' button, only to have you frustrated the moment you wake up.. Because there's no replay button &

 there's no "press red to continue"...

May the prince or princess of your epic imagination brings you somewhere that will leave you smiling all day the next time your orbs welcomes another one... 

Who knows, tonight, you would be waltzing with an unfamiliar face on some random street or the London Underground...

And maybe both of you would be dancing ever after? 

Good Night World ;)

  

It's Always Gonna Be Stefan ;)

Forget Twilight, I'm TEAM Vampire Diaries. Forget Damon,

I'm TEAM Stefan ;)!

Just Another New Day

I started the day like any other day i had for these past few weeks, fixing breakfast for my little brother before he goes to school, a habit i've learned to develop. Initially it was something i've set as an excuse for me to wake up early. Ever since i graduated from high school, my body clock has been terrorized. Oh how i wish i was back in high school. I really miss waking up to the fresh morning mist emitting throughout the air on that very hill. What made a morning even better back then was that at times it rains in college, it felt as though the scene before you was the most beautiful thing you might have ever seen. Or at least i thought so. 

The cold liquid washing the old and torned buildings that have a special place in our hearts might ruin the coated paints as days passes by, but not the memories created. They are always alive.

Henry Bass

I just found out that Chuck and Blair had a fairytale wedding in the last season! Still have a lot of catching up to do. Seriously, these are the cutest things i've ever seen! Even better, they got a son! Henry Bass; the miniature of his stylish father ;)    

Everything Has Changed

I'd listened to this song somewhere in November last year and quickly fell for it! A truly beautiful duet by Taylor Swift & Ed Sheeran. I've always loved Ed & Taylor and finding out that they did a duet together made me more ecstatic than ever.

All I knew this morning when I woke
Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before
And all I've seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like
I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you know you know you

Cause all I know is we said hello
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name, everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and i'll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

And all my walls stood tall painted blue
But i'll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you
And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies the beautiful kind
Making up for lost time, taking flight, making me feel like

I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you know you know you

Cause all I know is we said hello
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name, everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and i'll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Come back and tell me why
I'm feeling like i've missed you all this time
And meet me there tonight
And let me know that it's not all in my mind

I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you know you know you

Cause all I know is we said hello
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name, everything has changed
All I know is he held the door
You'll be mine and i'll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

All I know is we said hello
So dust off your highest hopes
All I know is pouring rain
And everything has changed
All I know is a new found grace
All my days, i'll know your face
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Have you checked it out yet?! Try giving it a listen.

Of Gun and The Floating Handbag

Every time I recall this piece of memory, I really had to laugh and just remember everything that happened on that night.

It all started the moment the prefects on duty for that day were busy ordering the rooms and dormitories to turn the lights off but in my school we barely 'call it a night'. It's a boarding school that never sleeps. At night, we party!!! Woah, hold on! Not as in party 'party'. By party i meant staying up all night due to a few reasons: Finishing up homework that could reach a skyscraper's rate at times. Having long endless conversations with friends till the late a.m sometimes requiring you to fly yourself to other rooms and dormitories. Watching movies after 12 midnight as a way to celebrate when an exam ends. Or sometimes just lying on the bed to stare at the fan till we don't realize it's already 3 o'clock in the morning. But the most intense & terrifying of it all is when you have to stay up for an exam. Our favorite party! *sigh* In it's own way.  
     It was the examination week and the first official one of the year for everyone so the lights are like golden to us as to keep our sleepy eyes open and do some studying. But since the limit is always 11, some of us just had to get our torchlight ready in one hand. Keeping a torchlight in college is like too essential and I never knew we would become best friends with it. We even became best friends with other torch lights that belonged to our friends when ours were taken by the wardens. You see, sharing is indeed caring.Our wardens are not fans of torch lights. To them, you owning a torchlight truly means you are keeping a gun. M16, maybe?  

I heard the prefects & quickly peep behind the curtains. Somehow, we were hoping that the prefects would go away and not realize that our room haven’t turned the lights off. But of course we would never succeed in doing that! Do that & get the house points deducted? Hmm, not a good move. Anyway, we were too stubborn to do as told and finally came up with a plan : The moment the prefects are gone, we would turn the lights on again. Hey, sometimes rules are meant to be broken!     

So when they shouted for the last time, I reluctantly reached for the switches and turn them off. Annoyed, I walked back to bed and ran my hand over the bedspread to search for my watch and it was pitch dark when suddenly I felt electricity pulsing throughout my body. Screaming in the dark, I clutched my right fingers so hard I swear it almost broke. Ouch! Something has just bitten my index finger! It hurts so bad. "A", my roommate who was literally singing her heart out on her bed ran to turn the lights on again & "D" whose eyes were practically glued to some Physics notes had them look at me in shock. I was practically on the floor still clutching the finger in agony. They searched for whatever creature that must have mistaken me for some kind of flower and found a bee on my bed. A bee??!!! I got stung by a bee???! Seriously?!

Sorry " I " you woke up from your sleep because of my screamings! Gosh, I felt so bad since she was having a really bad fever for 3 days straight. We heard someone shouting  ‘Room 4!’ like so many times and D went out and told the prefects that I was bitten by a bee. D! No!!!!!!! Then, there was a knock on the door. I went up and opened the door to find 2 prefects in front of the room telling me that the wardens are on their way. Oh no! Shudd, no! I didn’t need anyone to know I got bitten by a bee! It was so embarassing. Did the whole college heard me screaming?! Oh please no. It was bad enough that a few people from the dormitory next door went to check up on me. Too late. Another group of prefects came up along with two wardens. I can’t remember the name one of them but one is Ms.’X’. Ahh, great!

She looked concern and took a look at my finger. I told her that I was okay. The stung was still there but it was slowly fading. Ms ‘X’ had her eyes on the finger and looking at her looking at my finger the way she was looking at it made pure fear crept all over me. I had the sudden urge to ask her,” I will not die right??!” Everyone had their attention on her inspecting my finger. I was totally abashed! She was asking if it hurts a couple of times and I told her that I’m fine when she insisted that I should go to the- Clinic! I really hoped she’d say that but she said that I should come to the 'hospital'. The smell of anaesthatics swirled before me. I was seeing needles everywhere. Blood bags hanging in mid air. Way to celebrate the very last paper tomorrow! I never thought she’d say that but suddenly she was like,: ‘ Someone get me a knife,’ and that look on her face was priceless! I asked her why and she she said that it could be something serious and a bee sting is not a joke. I was blanched in fear. 'You gotta be kidding me!'

  

She then said that I would be fine and that I should go to sleep. I nodded. In my mind I was like ’ No way I can even consider that. Are you joking? Tomorrow’s Physics!!! And whatever laws that have to be memorized. And I haven’t finished studying.’ Confident that indeed it was nothing serious, Ms X, the other warden and all the prefects went back and I thanked them especially the teachers for coming upstairs to check up on me. Relieved, I closed the door and turned around and look at my roommates, each of us with a blur expression on our face when suddenly all of us busted into a fit of laughter. I found the whole situation quite hilarious. My right hand was somehow numb from the stung. The commotion had made all of us more awake and that was good. I was reading the same page over and over again and I didn’t know why i couldn't focus. At one time, I was smiling to myself thinking about something when suddenly I felt myself stopped breathing. I put the pen down and stopped scribbling on the notes I was writing. Something had just move past me out the front balcony. Even worst, the curtains weren’t closed. I checked the clock. 12.35 a.m. That really helped too. I pushed aside the thought. Maybe it was just my illusion. I continued on studying when suddenly I saw something moving past the balcony again. Quickly I looked up and saw nothing. Weird. One hour ago I got stung by a bee and now I’m seeing things. Great. I reminded myself that it was nothing and continued on with Physics. Not again. This time is saw something moving in front of the room. I didn’t look up. This time though, it never left. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw something of a white color in front of the curtain. I still didn’t look up and convinced myself that maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. A few seconds later, I felt goosebumps striking. I could feel that someone was watching me. What was the white thing? Curious yet scared, I looked up the window and saw something white hanging in mid air. I couldn’t really made what it is until I figured what it was. A handbag.

I stood up and since I have night blindness I couldn’t really see at night & I didn’t have a spectacle. It was hard for me to comprehend the subject until I saw who the owner of the handbag was. It was Ms X! I quickly opened the door and I found her standing there. I swear she wore a different shirt one hour ago. The thing is she was wearing quite a serious expression and i think she did look a bit pale. Somehow nervous. I tried saying something and didn’t get the chance to because she cut me off.

“Quick. Get ready. I'm taking you to the hospital.” I was shocked. Was she kidding it’s 12:45 and I wouldn’t want to trouble her. Besides, I was feeling better. I told her I was okay but it still hurts but actually it’s hurting really bad. She was frantic and I couldn’t understand what she was saying because she was saying them too quickly. I asked her of why she was being so panic and she told me that the bee sting might be dangerous.

“ I can’t sleep and I couldn’t risk having a student who just got stung by a bee without any further checkout.” She told me that there was no way I was going to be able to write for exam tomorrow with a hand like that. It was true. I tried writing and it was so hard to even hold it properly let alone write.

“ Does it still hurts? Which hospital shall I take you to i wonder,” I kept telling her that maybe it’s nothing. Ms X said that I really should go and she’s willing to drive. I seriously was touched at her concern. She had already went back to her room and she was willing to go up my room up the highest floor planning on bringing me to the hospital. That was so nice of her ;) I considered going to the hospital but looking at the time it was already midnight and I wouldn’t want her to drive. Plus she must have been really tired. 

“ Are you sure?? I really don’t mind,” she told me. I convinced her that I was fine and told her to not be worried yet she wasn't convinced.

“Are you really sure?? Seriously I can take you to the hospital,” she said as she inspected my stung.

I nodded smiling and told her that I was okay. I thanked and thanked her for coming and apologized that she had to be troubled. She just smiled. I walked her to the staircase and thanked her again and bid my goodnight. After she left, I went back to my room and closed the door behind me. I sat down and continued on with studying. I was truly overwhelmed by what had just happened. 

That night taught me an important value. That a teacher is someone you should always respect and love. A teacher’s sacrifices are precious. And every success you've managed to accomplish in this world, one should never forget, that behind them hides a story of the teachers who'd taught you & lead you to the route you've chosen to embrace, correcting you right from wrong, not even caring if sometimes they get hurt in the process and what obstacles that came along the way, always being there for you to pick you up when you fall, to get you there, not even caring how hard it can be, as long as at the end of the day, the students meet the true meaning of knowledge, wisdom, love and life... And everything starts from a teacher.

Infusing Romance

This was narrated in Dala'el Al-Nubuwa for Imam Abu Nu'aim with isnad including Imam Bukhari and Imam Ibn Khuzaina. 

Once the prophet (salla Allahu 'alaihi wa sallam) was sitting in a room with Aisha and fixing his shoes. It was very warm, and Aisha looked to his blessed forehead and noticed that there were beads of sweat on it. She became overwhelmed by the majesty of that sight was staring at him long enough for him to notice. He said, "What's the matter?" She replied, "If Abu Bukair Al-Huthali, the poet, saw you, he would know that his poem was written for you." The Prophet (sallaAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam) asked, "What did he say?" She replied, "Abu Bukair said that if you looked to the majesty of the moon, it twinkles and lights up the world for everybody to see." So the Prophet (salla Allahu 'alaihi wa sallam) got up, walked to Aisha, kissed her between the eyes, and said, "Wallahi ya Aisha, you are like that to me and more."

Subhannallah! Such a pure & profound love.. A love created by Him. Destined by The Almighty. Their love story aren't like any other. It might not be epic, but their love portrays the realistic view that true love can be found within a marriage ;)  

TVD4

I am super addicted to this show! Finally on air in a few days time. I seriously can't wait.

Infirmity Indeed

    I shut my eyes and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. But my emotions betrayed me and the fresh hot tears cascaded down my face, and as quickly as it came I wiped them away. Maybe we will never see those days again. Especially the ones that are fond to our hearts and have their own meanings written all over it, that maybe no one could actually find them important except ourselves. The days in when at one point, somehow, we silently wished if only time would stop so that the smile that was plastered on our lips at that very moment would never leave our face for a very long time. Even so, memories live, in so many ways. Despite all the temptations that are begging us to believe in fairy tales of which all the ones upon a time would magically ends with a happy ever after, reality will always confide. Sometimes we wish that fairy tales are for real. But have we thought about life itself is indeed a blissful fairytale? Only that we didn't know how it would end. When and how the life would be taken away by Him. We never know. And as we grow old, death draws nearer. It is imminent. No one can escape death.   

"Memories are too important .I have to write them down. If not, I would forget them.”  That was what Stefan Salvatore said to Elena Gilbert when he went to return an emerald diary with a carved ‘E’ that belonged to Elena which she accidentally left at the Mystic Falls cemetery the day before. When Elena asked him of why he never bothered to read the diary like anyone else might do, Stefan just smiled and told her that he himself keeps a diary and wouldn’t want anyone to read his.

The moment I was all hooked to The Vampire Diaries show, I have always liked the idea of keeping a diary. Not that I’ve never written in diaries before, it’s just that I have never really written diaries that are fully complete. You know, the ones that have everything written for the whole year archives. I actually never really bothered to and maybe didn’t really had the time to. But when I turned 17, and it was the final year of school, I decided that it might be auspicious for me to write about all the things that will happen throughout the remaining days. Like I need to write everything that happens everyday. As if, if I don’t write them, I would forget them. Inspired by Stefan, I bought myself a diary and bought one just like his and wrote in it every day and found myself addicted to it.

Maybe, everyone should keep one. You might want to write about the events that happen in your life. It need not to be about everything, you might just want to write down regarding the ones that are really important to you. Anything. Believe me, sometimes we do remember the most important memories and it each time we recall them it can be as fresh as when it happened. But why not add some magic into it? The moment you are writing about a shred of memory, there is this powerful force within you, much like enthusiasm, that is really connected to the way you are feeling about that one incident, tugging at your heart to express your innermost concern or thoughts regarding it. 

It didn’t possibly has to be a diary. In this overwhelming world of escalating technology, you could always welcome the wonders of the computers and the inter networks depending on creativity. You can write in the computer and only keep them to yourself. Or you can write in a blog of your own and share your stories with others. Sometimes, the challenges and circumstances that you went through have never been endured by others. It could be joy either can it be pain. You might want to share them with the world and let it be heard. Who knows, with your stories, you could inspire someone. Who knows, with what you write, perhaps you could even fix a broken relationship. Who knows, you could change a person for the better.

I will stop dancing my fingers around the keyboard for now. Be sure to check out my blog archives soon, but of course it would be updated from time to time. Do link the blog with yours. It would be greatly appreciated ;)