Memories are kept properly in my brain and I remember them often enough to make them last. Studying Law means I have to dump them here instead. That, along with other things I consider important to recall my youth when I am old. That’s right. I live life knowing it will end and I will grow old. But not in any bitter way at all, in fact it has a sweet aftertaste to it. Thus my obsession at journalizing every trip, memorizing special magical things, sketching places I see, recording details or the memoirs of it, having lots of diaries which I kept since I was 12 and you’re reading an extension of it. The public, non-too-emotional ones because you would puke blood if you ever have a go at the ‘secrets-of-my-heart-don’t-tell-a-soul’ entries. Hormones.
If you read the old posts, you might notice small ‘i’ instead ‘I’ when I refer to myself. It’s not typo or horrible grammar error, it is merely being humble. If you realize, in the Dead Crow by A Samad Said, he did something like this. He de-caps-locked a word which needed one to signify insignificance. That was what I wanted to bring in formerly. A print of insignificance of my life, it was merely things I see, experience and pondered about. It has now, grown into something important to me. If you see some grammatical errors from the past (or now) – err, that is deliberate too!! It’s called poetic license. *cough*