Dear diary

Assalamualaikum,

I found my 11/12 year old self's diary just now. There were not many entries in it. But it did bring back memories. Cute, funny memories :')

So basically, it was around 10 40 ish pm when I found my ex diary on the ironing board. Dont know what it was doing there in the first place. Must've been one of fira's findings.

I opened the leather-like diary and skimmed through it. It only had like 7 or 8 pages of 'my rants'. That is something I think anyone who had once tried having a diary but failed to continue the pages would do. Even so, 7 or 8 pages still cover 7 or 8 days of my life.

I was quite amazed by the way I used to write. Bm written in well grammar and so on. It was a trend, I think, back in those days where everyone would begin his/her (mostly her) post of the day with 'Dear diary' and end with a funny signature accompanied by the date.

After reading the cream coloured diary, I realised the importance of having it. That is, it makes you not repeat the mistakes you did. It's cliché, I know, but it's the truth. Not only that, it also brings back nostalgia. Im actually surprised by how time flew. That old diary is almost about half a decade years old since ayah bought it for me for my birthday!

Maybe I should start doing this again, you know, this whole write-a-diary thing (well in this case it's write-a-post-on-your-blog since we have the internet). hmm. Let's just hope I dont get lazy like I am now. :P

Insya Allah.

xx