I read a book that inspires me inside out. As one who remembers too much of a detail, it's definitely not something bad but it doesn't do me any good either. All of my life, I have had too much traumas or perhaps bad experience. Unknowingly, I stored them in the infinite memory card (my brain) for the longest time. It's time to wake up and move on. I have been trying so hard to find a way to rid this good-bad habit of mine of being such a perfectionist. A perfectionist sees and accepts no stains in her life. A sucker that I am one when actually no man on earth is perfect. Well thank Gawd that I chanced upon this passage which talks about having a joy-list. Instead of remembering all the bad times, I should remind myself of the good times.



Life is too short to notice only all the rotten eggs.