Writing a memoir

mem·oir /ˈmɛm wɑr, -wɔr/ from dictionary.com

  1. a record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation.
  2. a biography or biographical sketch.
  3. Usually, memoirs.
    1. an account of one’s personal life and experiences;autobiography.
    2. the published record of the proceedings of a group or organization, as of a learned society.


I read in the newspaper somewhere around last week, Justin Bieber, a teen pop singer from Canada is writing his memoir and I remembered one of my friend comment when I told her about this, isn’t he too young to write memoir? What would his memoir tell? His journey to his stardom? Well, until the book is published, we can’t be too sure about it.

On top of that, I read a recent post from my favorite blogger about life lessons, and I’m agree with his idea especially the second point. I have the same idea before I read his article on my morning walk to my usual bus stop to work, for example to share what I have learned from my recent trip, or how I see things in my life. So far, this blog has been a “salad” of my life. A little bit of this and a little bit of that, with some sauce, bread crumbs and many other toppings. Our life is like that isn’t it? We have some ups, and downs, some happy time, and sad. What a coincidence!

Therefore this post will mainly tell you about my trip and why I want to share bits of my life.

Last weekend is a long weekend in Singapore, my house mates and me decided to go somewhere nearby to spend the days. There were 6 of us, 2 of my house mates with their boy friend, my university best friend and me. Why this trip is unique? What did I learn here? Well..

In short, this trip was almost canceled. The plane left without us because the time displayed on the screen and printed on our boarding pass. The lesson are, we should double check with the counter and/or trust your boarding pass rather than screen (at least, that’s the hard evidence :p). Is that the message I’m trying to say in this post? That’s it? That’s my memoir is about?

I’m kidding.

One from many lessons I learnt apart from the missing my flight lesson 🙂 is we like to be surrounded by our friends.

Imagine, you were having a trip with your friend and you are busy playing with your own, how would your travelling friend feels? Sometimes when we have something occupying our mind, we ignore our surroundings, we just drowned in our own world.

For example, in this trip one of my friend did it. If I didn’t know him better before, I may think that he’s a loner and anti social. He a natural thinker and in my memory, he always the dependable one, a serious fellow and hard working, and he can be a great person to have discussion. I also found that sometimes he takes things seriously. *pause*

Sounds like I’m judging him?

I don’t intend to judge him. But I see myself like him sometime ago. I was full of negative energy, didn’t have a slight enthusiasm to explore or have some adventure and I was carefully planned my things too. Until I feel bad about myself. I was not being myself. I was just happened to be surrounded by great thinker so eventually I was pulled into the pool. I was trying to be someone different.

Now when I think about my past experience, I feel funny and I laugh at me, laugh at my mistakes and my silliness.

As most people said, it’s important to be honest with ourselves; not trying to please anybody, but we don’t lose our identity as well. In relation with my memoir or my blog, it’s a way for me to share my thought. Although I want to inspire people too, I should not be that desperate to achieve it by creating some fictional posts or even stealing someone idea. It’s my way of saying, there is no reason for not trying to be a better person, or to keep motivated, in simpler way, I am the living experiment. 🙂

Another friend of mine describe, all we need to do is learning how to become ourselves without losing ourselves in our own world, still connected to the world.

Lastly, I hope I can write better and better so that people who read my blog, my memoir, can understand the message behind my posts. 🙂