We were working together at that commercial property company that no longer exists (at least that’s what I heard). You introduced me to Pret’s Breakfast Croissant, mmmmmmmmm!
- thank you for the memory
Welcome
Welcome to Memoiries. Please feel free to share a memory.
There is no right or wrong way of doing this, our only request is that you do not include any identifying personal information, such as names or addresses, in order to respect the privacy of the other person/people in your post. Thanks for sharing!
Please wait a moment while your submission is processed...
Random Memoiry
In 2002 she left and moved to Berlin. She was my closest friend, living door to door. We shared everything. But she left from today to tomorrow and i never heard anything from her again. Now she is back – but she doesn´t speak with me, don´t answers emails or phonecalls.
It hurts… all the memoriers, related to here, are hurting me evey day – since 2002 – i never forgot her…
- thank you for the memory
Recent Updates RSS
-
Breakfast Croissant
-
Racist Spam
I was the one who posted racist messages on R M ’s website, facebook and youtube accounts
- thank you for the memory
-
Why did she go?
In 2002 she left and moved to Berlin. She was my closest friend, living door to door. We shared everything. But she left from today to tomorrow and i never heard anything from her again. Now she is back – but she doesn´t speak with me, don´t answers emails or phonecalls.
It hurts… all the memoriers, related to here, are hurting me evey day – since 2002 – i never forgot her…
- thank you for the memory
-
Magic FM
The summer I was single and all I did was listen to depressing love songs on Magic FM – something you’ll never let me forget anyway!
- thank you for the memory
-
Toilet shenanigans
Do you remember when we were both in our teens & we desperately needed to go to the bathroom in a particular shopping centre, but the queue for the ladies was sooo looong! We noticed that there wasn’t a queue for the disabled toilet so we sneekily went and used it, but after we were done we began to feel really guilty & didn’t know how to face the people still queuing outside, so….without thinking, I put on a fake limp as we walked away & I remember you being even more embarrassed!
- thank you for the memory
-
College Love
I loved a girl at college but never had the backbone to ask her ouy. Something I will always regret
- thank you for the memory
-
Public Property...
I didn’t know who you were at the time. Other than being on television, I really had no clue who you were, other than the fact that I was just in awe over your beauty. You were scheduled to make an appearance at a charity event. I was already planning to attend the event and having you there made it even better!
I know I have no chance in the world with you, but I just wanted to let you know that I thank you for being there and for meeting the fans and I. I still have the 8×10 you signed for me, framed, and in my studio, where I work. I often look at your photo and smile, wondering what you are doing.
I hope to one day meet someone as talented, funny, cheery, and of course as beautiful as you one day. You really are one of a kind and whoever has you in their life, that is one lucky guy!
“There are a billion people on this planet, why did I have to fall in love with public property?”
- thank you for the memory
-
HipHop Love...
You will probably never read this nor will hear of it. I remember when I first saw you at an event. At the time, I was with someone and you just moved here to California. You really didn’t know anyone and I kept looking at you as you made your rounds around the party.
We became friends on Myspace during its early days and I took an online quiz with a link that you posted. I didn’t know it would then send the results to you directly to your email! You responded back and asked me to “forgive you” and that I would see you that Saturday evening for another event at the same venue.
I was really shy and didn’t know what to say at the event. You were there, just dancing away and then you came to me, and stood in front of me. I wanted to say something, but no words would reveal themselves to you. What do you say to someone so talented, gifted, and most of all, very beautiful?
As I circle the party, we cross each other’s path and greet each other w/ a hug and big smiles! I took a sniff of your hair, which felt refreshing and very pleasing. I wanted that hug to last forever, the warmth of your body against mine.
We would email each other before you stopped replying. Then I ended up adding you on my buddy list for MSN Messenger when I used to work for the government as a contract worker. I didn’t know that when you add someone, that person would also be able to see your screen name on their side! So we chatted here and there, slowly getting to know each other before my project ended with the government.
Sometime in spring of 2009, I joined a gym out here at the mall. About two months later, you ran into me while working on a set. You asked me if I trained there all the time. You were with someone. I introduced myself to him, like the gentleman that I am. He’s a great guy and I run into him once in awhile at the gym, but I haven’t seen you in there since then. I don’t know if I scared you of me being there, but that gym is really close to my apartment, which is an exist away off the freeway.
It was great to see you then, even if you were with someone.We wouldn’t chat online until a few months later. I found you on Facebook and you approved my request to add you. Your status was asking someone if they knew a guitar teacher. I knew a few bands in the area and one offered to teach you. You quickly gave me your cell phone number, to pass it on to the teacher. You were really happy and excited until the next time we chatted. You also mentioned you had moved to the neighboring city next to mine! What are the odds of that happening?
I think about two weeks went by and I followed up w/ how you were doing w/ guitar lessons. You replied w/ a sad face icon. I asked my co-worker, who was in the band, in front of me, and he said that “you never called back”. I can tell by the way you were typing and the words you were using that you were upset. I let you down and it sounded like you don’t trust me.
That was the last time we communicated. I tried to forget you, but the last two dreams I remember, you were in them. The first one, it was me approaching you at some park, and I was talking to you, telling you that I had something to ask of you. I asked you if you wanted to go out with me, and you turned around, saying that you can’t go out w/ me, because it would hurt our friendship. The second dream, which was probably last week, had you and I, cuddling in a living room I’ve never been in. You and I on the couch, in each other’s arms, laughing and cuddling.
What do all these dreams mean? Why do you haunt my dreams if it feels and sounds like you want nothing to do with me? I stopped trying because you might think I’m bothering you. Yet, you somehow find a way to get inside my dreams.
“There are a billion people on this planet, why did I have to fall in love with public property?”
- thank you for the memory
-
Cashier...
I remember when I first saw you at the art store on campus. You were this very cheery young lady, happy to be working and greeting everyone as they entered the store. You were about a year or so into the same program as I was and everyone knew you. You would always call me “Dear” whenever I came in to buy some art supplies for classes.
We filmed a short film for one of our friends on campus and we were standing next to each other, and you reached out for my hand. I think you hesitated because your boyfriend was on his way to pick you up.
For as long as I knew you, you had someone in your life and I’m not the type to break up something in which both parties are very happy to be in each other’s company.
I’m glad we’re good friends and still keep in touch when we can. I wish you nothing but the best in life and thanks for everything during college!
- thank you for the memory
-
Dirty Martinis
I will always the time I first met you, especially the time you introduced me to Dirty, I mean Filthy Martinis. We recently discovered that the vodka version is better….that drink messes me up EVERY TIME – without fail!
- thank you for the memory
