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<p>This is not a Personal diary neither a private journal&#8230;</p>
<p>This is me saving my memories so I can enjoy them later. The Happy but also the Sad ones&#8230;</p>
<p>In this series,  I will share stories from both the near and distant past&#8230;</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t really have a reason, maybe because I&#8217;ve never thought I&#8217;d share such details one day&#8230;</p>
<p>But still, to me at least, mistakes are lessons of wisdom; it&#8217;s true the past cannot be changed but the future is yet in our hands&#8230;</p>
<p>People mentioned in my stories are real&#8230; Most of them will easily recognize themselves but the names and perhaps some of the details I will mention as I go along will be made up, or at least that&#8217;s what I would like you to think&#8230;</p>
<p>Any comment on any of my posts will be welcomed and approved as long as it doesn&#8217;t expose identities of those the post decided to keep secret&#8230;</p>
<p>Finally since this is obviously just an Introduction of what&#8217;s to come over the next few weeks, I&#8217;d like to offer you the privilege of deciding which story you&#8217;d like to hear/read first&#8230;</p>
<p>options are:</p>
<p>1- <strong>Ali&#8217;s first love</strong></p>
<p>2- <strong>She changed Ali&#8217;s life </strong></p>
<p>3- <strong>Bad luck Ali</strong></p>
<p>4- <strong>Rebound-er Ali </strong></p>
<p>5- <strong>Cheater Ali </strong></p>
<p>6- <strong>Stupid in love Ali </strong></p>
<p>teaser: There is always a girl, always&#8230;</p>
<p>So go ahead, chose a title, comment here or reply to me on twitter, one week from now I&#8217;ll post the winner story&#8230;</p>
<p>Lots of Love,</p>
<p>Ali</p>
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