Funny Memory to Play on People
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Mom and Dad, I Want To Remember My Childhood, Just Don't Plaster It All Over The Internet
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I'm Glad These Moments Were Recorded
Though they are terribly embarrassing to remember, I am glad that my parents recorded some of my most shameful moments. For instance, they took a photo of a giant mess that I made while throwing a tantrum as a toddler. I don't remember this, but I've seen the photo, and I was a tornado. Apparently, I was put in my room for a time-out, and in response I threw all my bedding onto the floor and even managed to knock over an entire shelf (I said I was bad). I'm glad that we have this photo- I mean, that was a moment worth recording. Without the photographic evidence, I frankly would have thought my parents were exaggerating about my behavior.
I Wish There Was A Better Way To Record Them
That photo I just mentioned-we lost it in a move. While I'm glad it wasn't published out there for everyone to see, that doesn't mean I want to erase it from history. I am upset that the photographic evidence of my destructive childhood was lost. Now that I am a productive member of society, I like to laugh at the hurricane I used to be. If Memfy had been around when I was young, we could have uploaded that photo, and many more, to a place where they can easily be shared by only close family, and never lost.
Memfy Solves The Issue of Privacy For Today's Kids
He Said, She Said: What Really Goes On Behind Closed Doors
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My boyfriend and I have a very combative relationship. In public, we like to playfully fight. So much so, people often look at us and ask,
"Why are you even dating?"
Our usual response?
"The hell if I know!"
We make a lot of great memories together. One of my favorite memories is when we were shopping at the mall. I dragged him into a salon store, in search of a very particular, specialty shampoo.
"Why did you drag me here!" He whined. "I hate shopping with you-you take forever!"
"Shut up!" I snapped, "I patiently waited in your stupid video game store!"
"Patient? You made fun of all the games!"
What just looks like a cool design actually says "I love you" in Galifrayan. He has a keychain, and I have a necklace.
In the midst of our bickering, an old man with his wife walked over to my boyfriend and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Son," he said in a serious tone, "It never gets any better. Just give up now."
My boyfriend cracked up while I stood there, shocked and playfully offended. The man's wife chastised him on the way out of the store.
From the outside looking in, we sometimes seem like we can't stand each other. But the truth is, our bickering is never serious. We enjoy a good verbal sparring match. It makes a dull afternoon shopping so much more entertaining.
In private, however, it's a different story. Rarely do we bicker for very long.
Instead we whisper to each other, careful not to let anyone hear the sweet things we say. Both of us have a very harsh exterior, and showing our kinder sides is a form of intimacy all its own.
I love to tell people about the silly fights we get in, and about the old men who go to offer my boyfriend advice on women.
When we are traveling, we give secrets notes to each other in a spy coins. We aren't allowed to read them until we have reached our destination. No one can tell when I'm carrying a love note with me.
But generally, I keep to myself the memories of us snuggling and the text messages sent late at night. I often tell people about how loudly he complained about theone dance I made him attend. What I don't tell them is that he surprised me by dressing to match. I will tell people that we stayed inside all Saturday, watching stupid T.V. shows, but I wont tell them that halfway through the day he
looked over at me and said, "You know. I could do this forever. I wish this day would never end." And Idefinitely won't tell them that I was thinking the same thing.
As Memfy says, every memory matters. But not every memory needs to be made public. Some memories are only meant to be shared between two closely connected people.
Why Taylor Swift's Song "22" Was Written For Me and My BFF
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My BFF, Katy, and I have been friends since we were in the fourth grade, in 1986. We had instantly bonded since we share the same sense of humor – sarcastic, witty and well, just downright hilarious if you ask either of us.
We realized early on that we were super cool and made sure we took plenty of photos to document it. Sometimes we'd stage full out modeling sessions in her bedroom while other times we'd hang out in the "loft" we created in her parents' old barn. We set up a little table and chairs and plastered the walls with posters of Vanilla Ice and the B-52's. It became our place of refuge where we could escape the mockery of her three brothers.
When we entered high school and hit the big time in 1991, our world expanded but unfortunately our knowledge of fashion did not. We went to freshman Homecoming, our first official high school dance, with each other. But it was okay because we were super excited to dress up and we thought we looked pretty awesome.
Apparently, crushed velvet was all the rage at that time.
We were like any typical pre-teen and teenage girls, attached at the hip and in a hurry to grow up. So, when we actually got the chance to live together in our very own apartment six years later, we couldn't believe it. We were 20 & 21, and felt like we were just playing grown-ups and at any moment, our moms would come tell us it was time to go home.
At first, we were pretty tame and stayed home and watched a lot of baseball games (we were particularly obsessed with the Orioles). I spent a lot of time on the computer and would instant message with a friend's brother (who could barely speak to me in person) and a "pen pal" I had in Belgium. It would drive Katy nuts because my fingers would fly over the keyboard until 2 in the morning and she, unlike me, had to actually get up in the morning for a real job.
Our apartment was never without a bottle of Boone's Farm or Arbor Mist.
But then I finally caught up and turned 21. And going out became our new favorite past time. On my 21st birthday, we went to Ocean City, MD with two guy friends and hit a bar called Brass Balls. I had no shame in telling everyone that it was my 21st so the free drinks just kept flowing. So much in fact, that apparently one of the bouncers asked us to leave the premises. Katy and I don't remember that because we were having too much fun swimming in the ocean and passing out on the beach.
Not sure how that arm cuff ended up on Katy's wrist by the end of the night…
The highlight every week then became when we got to dress up in our (I really hate to say it) "hoochie dresses" and go to ladies' night for dollar drinks at two local bars.
We did "selfies" and "duck lips" before they were cool…
We knew all the bouncers, bartenders and the DJ at our favorite bar, Tully's, so we never had to wait in line, got served quickly and could hear whatever music we wanted. It was a pretty sweet hook-up. The other bar, Xhale, gave you a plastic cup at the door when you came in and you drank out of it all night for $1. It's really weird and pretty disturbing actually but it never seemed to bother us at the time.
That Halloween, we dressed up as a "fallen angel" and a "dead prom queen" and went to a party at Xhale. Again, we drank out of little plastic cups all night, mixing drink after drink. Although our favorite was the Malibu Pineapple, which for some reason tasted suspiciously like butter.
When I look back now, I do wish I could've had something like Memfy at the time to record all the little memories as they happened. But I thank my lucky stars that Facebook wasn't around so we didn't end up with some not-so-pretty tags the next day. Heck, mostly, I'm thankful that we both survived the two years we lived together with an ounce of sanity and no criminal records. Score!
College: Memories of the Times I Miss… And The Times I Don't
Almost a year ago, I graduated college. Looking back on the past five years, I remember being a terrified freshman, who didn't know a soul on my campus. Four years later, I graduated with wonderful friends and wonderful memories. But you know what? There is a lot I don't miss.
Being Poor: Movies told me college would be full of crazy parties. And there were crazy parties… sometimes. Most of the time, we were stuck inside watching stupid movies. When you go to college, you aren't working as much (or at all if you're lucky). This means, you have a limited or nonexistent income. Partying was expensive. Furthermore, in college, you pay to do hard work. Once you graduate, people don't give you grades for work, they give you money. And that is just awesome.
Studying: I love learning, but I hate studying. I had a tendency in class to read in depth about the topics that fascinated me, and then blow off the things I wasn't interested in. For instance, I loved reading about the evolution of fish species. I hated reading about their digestive system. Inevitably, this led to me cramming all night before the test.
My Neighbors: Living on or around campus is generally great. That being said, there is something about college campuses that invites the dude who wants to play drums at four A.M., or the girl who almost burns the building down because she was too drunk to remember she put a casadia in the oven.
Complaints aside, there's still at ton of things I do miss.
Friends Being Close: One of the best parts of college is that you meet people from all over. When you graduate, people you used to see every other day, you see maybe once a month if you are lucky. I used to see Emily, my roommate and best friend, every day. More often then not, we'd start the weekend on Thursday with a bottle of wine and South Park. Now, she lives four hours away from me and we can only see each other every few months.
Daytime Naps: Seriously, this may be what I miss the most about college (Sorry Emily!). I would come back from class, toss my bag on the floor, open the window next to my bed and climb under my nice warm covers. With fresh air blowing on my face, I'd take a glorious afternoon nap. I don't have time for those anymore.
The Spontaneity: There is something about putting a bunch of stressed out young adults together that makes them go a little crazy, but in the best possible way. Once a group of us were bored on a clear night. So we grabbed a bunch of quilts and bundled up on the University Quad, where we shared secrets and stargazed. Another time, my roommate and I decided, out of the blue, to take a field trip to see the local George Washington statue that's known for its camel toe. We were shocked to find out that the rumors were true.
All in all, college was an awesome experience. But in the year since then, I've learned to appreciate the memories I cherish, while also appreciating the ones I never want to live through again.
This 5-minute Bollywood tribute with songs from 1940-2013 will make you smile
Memories…there's not much that can make you smile, make you sway and get you nostalgic like a trip down the memory lane with some classic songs.
This one's a real treat for any Bollywood fan. Spanning 70 years, this collection of tribute songs will make grandparents, parents and this generation's friends and family bop to their beat.
Aptly titled "Evolution of Bollywood Music", this is an excellent video by Penn Masala, the world's first and premier South Asian a cappella group. I'm looking to seeing more videos like this from them.
Here's the songs featured:
1940's
Suhani Raat Dal Chuki – Dulari
1950's
Mera Joota Hai Japani – Shree 420
Eeena Meena Deeka – Aasha
1960's
Ajeeb Dastaan Hai Yeh – Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai
Aaja Aaja Main Hoon Pyaar Tera – Teesri Manzil
Roop Tera Mastana – Aradhana
1970's
Hum Tum Ek Kamre Mein Band Hon – Bobby
Yeh Dosti – Sholay
Bachna Ae Haseeno – Hum Kisise Kum Naheen
Khaike Pan Banaraswala – Don
1980's
Om Shanti Om – Karz
Inteha Ho Gayi Intezaar Ki – Sharaabi
1990's
Pehla Nasha – Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar
Mehndi Laga Ke Rakhna – Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge
Muqabla – Humse Hai Muqabla
Dil To Pagal Hai – Dil To Pagal Hai
Chaiyya Chaiyya – Dil Se
Meri Mehbooba – Pardes
Koi Mil Gaya – Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
Tunak Tunak Tun – Dalar Mehndi
Dhol Bhaaje – Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam
Kahin Aag Lage – Taal
2000's
Na Tum Jaano Na Hum – Kaho Na Pyaar Hai
Koi Kahe Kehta Rahe – Dil Chahta Hai
You Are My Soniya – Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham
Mitwa – Lagaan
Pretty Woman – Kal Ho Na Ho
Kajra Re – Bunty Aur Babli
Dhoom – Dhoom
Where's the Party Tonight – Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna
Mauja Hi Mauja – Jab We Met
Jai Ho – Slumdog Millionaire
Deewangi Deewangi – Om Shanti Om
2010's
Munni Badnaam Hui – Dabangg
Sheila – Tees Maar Khan
Ooh La La – The Dirty Picture
Jiya Re – Jab Tak Hai Jaan
Dilli Walli Girflriend – Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani
Badtameez Dil – Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani
We Were 14, He Kissed Another Girl
When I was 12, I met my first serious crush, Daniel. We secretly crushed on each other for an
With braces like those, how could he have even looked at another girl?
entire year, passing notes, making fun of each other, 'flirting' in the awkward way that young pre-teens do.
When we entered junior high school, our friends finally had enough of our antics. We started dating when Daniel's best friend called him at the same time he was chatting with me on AIM (remember when that was cool?). Through Daniel's best friend, we agreed to start going out. Clearly, this was the start of a mature relationship.
We dated for a year and a half. By "dated" I mean we held hands in the school hallway and we met at his locker after school. Sometimes, he even missed his bus to walk me home. He was my first kiss and my first date to a dance.
But all that came crashing down when terrible news reached me via one of the girls in my class. Daniel- my first crush, my first boyfriend, my first kiss- had danced with another girl at our end-of-year dance. Not only that, but she had kissed him… on the cheek!
At the time, I didn't know what to feel. I felt betrayed. I felt hurt. He couldn't decide who he liked better. I tried to control all these emotions, and be rational and mature. I told him he should take his time to decide. As an adult, I laugh at how "mature" I thought that was, when in reality it was just naive.
When I look back on that, almost ten years later, I am amused, but not shocked, by how serious we all took these matters. In my journal, I wrote about them with the importance of a historical document.
I wrote:
Daniel said after not talking for a while, "I still have feelings for Sarah." So then we talked more. He was worried that I was mad, and I wasn't. I couldn't be mad. He was like, "Everyone either told me to stick with you or follow my heart, but I didn't know what my heart was telling me, so I searched my soul and all I saw was you." So I like started to cry.
Needless to say, we broke up the next day.
Reading through those entries, I have to laugh. I am so glad I recorded such melodrama for posterity. At the time, I thought my future self would want to re-read a major life milestone, and I would appreciate all the detail. In reality, I am now glad I recorded it so I can laugh at my ridiculous childhood antics. I have added this event to my Memfy timeline. However, instead of labeling it "first heartbreak" or "first breakup" I chose a more apt description:
In case you are wondering, Daniel and I remain friends to this day. I still give him grief him about the time he "cheated" on me.
Teenage Firsts: the Good the Bad and the Ugly
A teenager's life is filled with firsts. That's why it is such a special time to record and share, even if there are a few awkward moments thrown in…
Smile! That unflattering photo your grandmother took of your new haircut will be treasured in the years to come. She thought you looked sweet. You thought you looked like David Bowie's lost cousin.
Never mind, it will grow out, eventually.
Cherish the sweet, the embarrassing, the awkward and everything in between. There will be good times and bad times. Make sure to celebrate both. When you look back on your ugly haircut you will laugh. You've come a long way in the style stakes.
So, you failed your driver's exam three times. They say three is the magic number, better luck next time. Don't forget to record the date of each exam. Once you finally pass, you'll have the last laugh as you share a photo of you in your new car.
March 20th 2008 is my special date.
Okay, I wasn't a teenager. I was three years shy of being a teenager and I had failed three times prior; so I like to think it counts. Someone said to me, "You look so happy in your driver's photo." And I was. I couldn't stop smiling.
It helped that we knew the examiner personally. I was never great at parallel parking, but I passed. I finally became a proper, independent adult. I have not started studying for the UK exam. I'm sure it will be a similar case of three times lucky.
So, I've shared with you some of my embarrassing (albeit happy) Memfy moments on my timeline. I never had a dodgy David Bowie Style haircut, but I did have bangs/fringe, which was pretty embarrassing. I looked like Nurse Betty. Have you ever seen that film?
My dates significantly increased in numbers once I grew my fringe out. So, I'm sure you have had your moments. Even if you aren't a teenager anymore, you can always revisit those moments. We all like to remember our first love/kiss/date. There's a first for everything. Take a look out some of our suggestions for your timeline.
Do you remember your first…
- Valentine's Day Card
- Dance
- Kiss
- Date
- Boyfriend/Girlfriend
- Car
Memfy has the power to transform every moment. It's not so much the content of the memory. It's more about how you organise and record them.
Share your embarrassing teenage moments: the good, the bad and the ugly. Tell us about your first trip abroad without your parents that went disastrously wrong like something out of The Hangover or your first phone. My first phone was a Nokia-6500. Remember those? It had a mint cover. I felt so cool. The phone was absurdly basic, but not a lot of people had mobile phones in 2001, especially teenagers. I was part of an elite minority. Well, this was Georgia, rural Georgia. So, you can imagine.
Get the conversation started, ask friends and family what was their first.
Source: https://www.memfy.com/blog/category/funny-memories/
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