The past weeks have been a little-but-not-really trip down memory lane. As cliche as it may sound, some current events have reminded me of those which have already long gone by. Most of them may be forgotten (or are being projected to be forgotten) but I still have a bunch of those moments frozen in the corners of my overly-dramatic and misused memory (hehe).

Well, besides my head, I have this already-trashy-looking-and-weird scrapbook (yeah, almost literally scrap! :p) i browsed through it a while ago and smiled, giggled, and laughed silly at the things I saw and read..

Here's a part of the 'Introduction' that I wrote down on January 1, 2005:

"..e2 and mga memoriz ko...so I can look back with a smile..d2 ko maaalala ang mga kalokohan at kababawan ko...hehe!"

(And yeah, I was right! hahahahaha! :p )

The scrapbook actually contained a lot of things. I don't even remember putting some of them there, but poof! There they were! :D

Here's an overview of the stuff I put inside. Some are funny and memorable..Others, well..since they're mine..it's ok for me to say they're kinda stupid, hahaha! :p

*lots of pictures with (sometimes silly) captions including:
-baby pics, haha! :p
-class pictures from prep to 3rd year HS (i think)
-growing up pics (eww, haha!)
-group pics
-college pics..mostly frosh year pics :p

*diary entries
-summer after I graduated high school (hahahaha! most are funny but still kinda embarrassing! :p)
-a bit of my frosh years but then I got busy and didn't have time to update stuff anymore (aww)

*other stuff
-'memorable' stuff like receipts, bullet shells, notes and the like..
-a crush list (BWAHAHAHA!) which was written in coded letters (LOUDER BWAHAHAHA! :p)

Anyhoo, there.. I keep thinking why I love remembering stuff (through diaries, things..) and why I have this (not really serious but present) fear of losing my memory (yeah, no to Alzheimer's Disease, please! haha). Maybe it's connected with that quote I keep on receiving through text but, for now, I really can't explain..

Well, obviously, there was a transition from written diaries, to online ones, like this one..hehe :)

So why have I wasted time (yours and mine, dear reader) with this entry? No real reason I guess. Maybe I just want to preserve this memory of me reminiscing right now (hahaha! :p)

As I closed my scrapbook, I realized that looking back at things must come to an end..well, not really end but, well..you must stop, breathe then finally move one... What's good about it is that as you stop dwelling on things, you make more room for more memories and when you open your 'scrapbook' again, you'll have much much more to be happy about.

To end this one, I would have to say that I really love looking back on things. They leave you much room for 'what ifs' or 'wish i just...' or just plain leave you laughing at your immaturity :p. Nonetheless, even if memories are there..everything had happened and there's nothing more we can do about it..we can always do something else:

"..You cannot do anything about that because it's already in the past..but you can still do something about the future.." (or something to that effect, hehe)
-- Dr. M. Malaya on our low quiz scores (hehe), Comsta2

(yeah, i'm being overly dramatic again! :p)
~ make each day count :)