In Memory of..

A few days ago, a friend accused me of ‘not talking about myself at all!’. This came as a surprise to someone who had been nicknamed Miss Bak Bak. Circumstances were such, that I’m not in contact with her anymore.

And a few months ago, I discovered that my mother used to write. This shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it was. Sadly, the writer in my mother was not encouraged and she soon got caught up in real life. She told me she used to have trunks full of diaries, essays and articles but they were all lost, destroyed by neglect and the younger generation.

In memory of the friend I gave up, and the writer who was forced to give up, I have decided to post the writings I found in my math-record-cum-journal-cum-sketching-book. One post per day, starting tomorrow.

Most of it is stuff that makes me cringe, but I’m doing this for a friend I willingly lost, who will most likely never notice, let alone appreciate this act which goes against my nature.

Somehow, I don’t mind at all.

PS. Ramadan mubarak everyone!

Are you happy now, stupido?

I don't know what I'm doing here.