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Mementos
Do you have a habit of keeping things that are of value to you? (i.e. diaries, old letters from friends, old pictures, books, a petal, a clover, a leaf, receipts, concert tickets and even a strand of hair?) And if you've lost anything from them, do you have a hard time getting over it? Or are you the type who throw these things away? Or is it simply because you don't see the need of keeping them anyway?
If you were asked which one would you keep (any of those mentioned), what would it be? And maybe I'd ask you why.
O_o; Erm, you're throwin' the same question on me? Hmmm....I'd probably keep all of them. I can't seem to throw stuff from my room. Believe me, it has everything down to the roach.
If you would have seen my room, you'd shudder at the prospect that someone's actually sleeping on it!!! XD!
Then again, I've lost my momentum for this entry. >_<;
I go by the name Tzigane the twisted.
Two days ago, I had these thoughts of erasing my old diary from the face of the world wide web. A dear friend introduced Opendiary to me last 2001. (That journal of mine still exists mind you ^_^) I'm not into blogging then. But because curiosity won, I gave it a shot and well, I've been blogging eversince. In that journal, I pour out my fears, my suspicion, my deepest desires, my dreams and well, a weekly dose of neurosis from yours truly. I used to write with my heart... That journal was a highlight of how I used to be before. I was 20. Directionless. Empty. And fucked up. It is a living reminder that I haven't changed much for the past 3 years. O__o;;; Okay, so maybe I'm less neurotic. Sometimes, it bothers me to think that people around me have actually moved on while I remained rooted in the past tense.
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After almost four years of blogging, I bid farewell to my first blog.
Goodbye FOD.
Bye bye Hard disk: A Clean Slate?
My new hard disk, Emmerich officially died two weeks ago. There goes my files, (the ones I've been trying to keep for almost four years). I have no back-up of the files. No more files that would remind me of the past. I've lost my old poems. I've lost his letter. (Which was ahem stored in my hd). I've lost my research papers, and I've lost an archive of odd photos. >_>;; I was supposed to make a back-up of everything, but Emmeric just died on me. Sigh. Lesson learned: Always have a back-up of your files. =_=;
P.S. @_@ Would you be kind enough to donate a braincell?
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