I want you to remember me when the world gets cold, when you
can’t catch your breath from the weight of the burdens
and chores that you are carrying on your shoulders. I want you
to remember my warmth and how it took some of the weight
away.
I want you to remember me when you are feeling down and anxious, when you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. I want you to remember my naïve optimism and the paragraphs I used to send you about how wonderful life could be and how wonderful you are. I want you to remember how unrealistic I was but it somehow made you feel better.
I want you to remember me when you are doubting yourself, when you are unsure if you can achieve something. I want you to remember how I believed in you and the potential I saw in you. I want you to remember that I said you were destined for greatness. I want you to remember that I always thought you were strong and determined.
I want you to remember me when you are dancing, I want you to remember how much I loved to dance and how I would force you to keep up with me. I want you to remember how you acted like you hated it but you secretly loved it. I want you to remember that our short time together was exactly like a dance; liberating, intimate, fun and hypnotic.
I want you to remember me when you are walking alone in the city, when it’s quiet at night. I want you to remember the conversations we had in every corner and the laughter that echoed between the walls. I want you to remember how easy it was to open up to each other and how it felt like we are the only two people in the world who could truly understand each other. I want you to remember the way we looked at each other and how the moon was looking at us – witnessing the birth of a new love story.
I want you to remember me when you are taking pictures, and how I forced you to take too many of them. I want you to remember the goofy faces and the silly poses and the awkward smiles, and I want you to remember the sweet ones, the ones that captured the beautiful memories, the ones that captured the unforgettable experiences we had together. I want you to remember the smile on my face when I was next to you and the moment we both knew this was something special.
I want you to remember me when you read a poem, I want you to remember my words; how they touched you, how they made you feel, how they described you when you couldn’t even describe yourself and how they built you up when you were tearing yourself down. I want you to remember how my words brought you closer and how they made you fall in love with me. I want you to remember how my sentences completed yours and how my words filled up your silence and slowly pulled you away from your solitude.
I want you to remember me and smile. I want you to remember me and feel like it wasn’t one of those sad endings. I want you to remember that even the ending was sweet. That the ending was inevitable but it was worth it. I want you to remember that for the first time you don’t have to force yourself to forget someone, you don’t have to forget about your feelings or your memories. That my name doesn’t hurt when you hear it, that my pictures don’t make you cringe when you see them. I want you to remember me as the first person that proved to you that lost love is not completely lost, that we sometimes meet wonderful people who are not meant to stay forever and that some people will always hold a special place in our hearts because we want to keep them there.
This is how I want you to remember me, because this is exactly how I remember you.
—Rania Naim, This Is How I Want You to Remember Me
I want you to remember me when you are feeling down and anxious, when you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. I want you to remember my naïve optimism and the paragraphs I used to send you about how wonderful life could be and how wonderful you are. I want you to remember how unrealistic I was but it somehow made you feel better.
I want you to remember me when you are doubting yourself, when you are unsure if you can achieve something. I want you to remember how I believed in you and the potential I saw in you. I want you to remember that I said you were destined for greatness. I want you to remember that I always thought you were strong and determined.
I want you to remember me when you are dancing, I want you to remember how much I loved to dance and how I would force you to keep up with me. I want you to remember how you acted like you hated it but you secretly loved it. I want you to remember that our short time together was exactly like a dance; liberating, intimate, fun and hypnotic.
I want you to remember me when you are walking alone in the city, when it’s quiet at night. I want you to remember the conversations we had in every corner and the laughter that echoed between the walls. I want you to remember how easy it was to open up to each other and how it felt like we are the only two people in the world who could truly understand each other. I want you to remember the way we looked at each other and how the moon was looking at us – witnessing the birth of a new love story.
I want you to remember me when you are taking pictures, and how I forced you to take too many of them. I want you to remember the goofy faces and the silly poses and the awkward smiles, and I want you to remember the sweet ones, the ones that captured the beautiful memories, the ones that captured the unforgettable experiences we had together. I want you to remember the smile on my face when I was next to you and the moment we both knew this was something special.
I want you to remember me when you read a poem, I want you to remember my words; how they touched you, how they made you feel, how they described you when you couldn’t even describe yourself and how they built you up when you were tearing yourself down. I want you to remember how my words brought you closer and how they made you fall in love with me. I want you to remember how my sentences completed yours and how my words filled up your silence and slowly pulled you away from your solitude.
I want you to remember me and smile. I want you to remember me and feel like it wasn’t one of those sad endings. I want you to remember that even the ending was sweet. That the ending was inevitable but it was worth it. I want you to remember that for the first time you don’t have to force yourself to forget someone, you don’t have to forget about your feelings or your memories. That my name doesn’t hurt when you hear it, that my pictures don’t make you cringe when you see them. I want you to remember me as the first person that proved to you that lost love is not completely lost, that we sometimes meet wonderful people who are not meant to stay forever and that some people will always hold a special place in our hearts because we want to keep them there.
This is how I want you to remember me, because this is exactly how I remember you.
—Rania Naim, This Is How I Want You to Remember Me
I'm sick of this whole anarchy,
try-to-be-tougher-than-you-are attitude, with eye bags as deep as
craters, you could fit your entire soul inside. I'm sick of this
whole rebel-like, worn-out jeans with rips in every seam, because
you dream about laces tying slipknots near walls that have
experienced too many shots, and you just like pretty chokers,
don't you?
I'm sick of this whole new age internet-addiction, what-im-gonna-say prediction,
syncing, syncing,syncing disconnected like weak wi-fi
genius.
I'm sick of the people with broken vases as decoration pieces,
Even though I want to love all the ones that made mosaics with them, I only
See them as renegades.
I'm sick of the women with their powdery faces,
and faint flowery smells, like they're empty bottles of perfume,
you could have guessed smashed I'm sick of the men with buttons that won't quite fit over their pot-bellies
laughs that remind me of worse things to come,
Insides full of rust and they're just rotting away.
I'm sick of the way you don't understand,
How you think interesting people are people are like me,
All four of you that didn't get it,
All four of you that left.
All four of you that I thought would stay.
You'll be the fifth. I'm not as interesting as I am full of useless facts,
Useless statistics like 99% of people
Will not notice you're broken if you tell them
Unusual things like did you know turtles breathe out of
Their butts when what I actually meant was
I'd like to stop breathing altogether, but
I keep going because these thoughts are
Forbidden.
Im sick of pretending.
Im sick of being the cement that holds these bricks together. Thank you for showing me that sometimes,
we need ruins to make a city,
But I think this town has seen too many wars
Already to find time for remembrance
Of the girl who loved to forget.
I can only hope that you'll think of me once in a while.
I'm sick of this whole new age internet-addiction, what-im-gonna-say prediction,
syncing, syncing,syncing disconnected like weak wi-fi
genius.
I'm sick of the people with broken vases as decoration pieces,
Even though I want to love all the ones that made mosaics with them, I only
See them as renegades.
I'm sick of the women with their powdery faces,
and faint flowery smells, like they're empty bottles of perfume,
you could have guessed smashed I'm sick of the men with buttons that won't quite fit over their pot-bellies
laughs that remind me of worse things to come,
Insides full of rust and they're just rotting away.
I'm sick of the way you don't understand,
How you think interesting people are people are like me,
All four of you that didn't get it,
All four of you that left.
All four of you that I thought would stay.
You'll be the fifth. I'm not as interesting as I am full of useless facts,
Useless statistics like 99% of people
Will not notice you're broken if you tell them
Unusual things like did you know turtles breathe out of
Their butts when what I actually meant was
I'd like to stop breathing altogether, but
I keep going because these thoughts are
Forbidden.
Im sick of pretending.
Im sick of being the cement that holds these bricks together. Thank you for showing me that sometimes,
we need ruins to make a city,
But I think this town has seen too many wars
Already to find time for remembrance
Of the girl who loved to forget.
I can only hope that you'll think of me once in a while.
I loved Paul, the three eyed monkey
that used to be at the end of every show on Nick. Due to this and
the fact that I am very bored, I would like to convey the
wonderful and interesting story of Paul.
When Paul was first born, he was different. His mother and siblings could all clearly tell he wasn't an ordinary ape. But it wasn't until the little monkey first opened his eyes that they truly noticed. Paul had three eyes. As he grew, his siblings and every other monkey picked on him. Paul became so depressed that he ran away from home. He spent many countless nights in the cold as he ran through the jungle. The rainforest was hard on him, and he found himself not eating some days, and on many occasions not drinking, either. But eventually Paul found himself on a luxurious beach with white sand and crystal clear waters. There was a lot to eat and drink here, so there he stayed. Two months rolled by and on one morning, Paul was woken up by a big horn blasting. He didn't like this rude awakening, and decided to go investigate what had woken him up. He walked to the other end of the beach, a side where he had never been before. there he found a large white object floating in the water. We know this as a cruise ship. He climbed aboard unnoticed, and began to further investigate this mysterious vessel. He got lost on the bowels of the ship, and before he knew it the ship was taking off. You see, this was only a supply stop for the ship as there was a city a few miles north. He became a castaway on the ship, and found there were creatures he had never seen before. So he explored during the night, as he had the feeling that these creatures could be dangerous. Through the many weeks he spent aboard the ship, he learned the creatures language. They refer to it as "English". It was very different from ape-speak, and he wasn't very good at it. But nevertheless, he kept studying the language anyways to pass time. The next time the boat stopped was in a country the creatures called America. It was California, to be exact. Paul snuck off of the ship that night and stole his way through the streets unnoticed. He did this for many days, traveling many miles where he eventually reached a place called "Hollywood". For some reason, this city stuck out to Paul. He liked it very much, and felt as though he was safe. He disguised himself as a hairy homeless man and slept in alleys and ate from dumpsters. But one day, Paul forgot to put on his disguise. He walked his way to his favorite alley which held his favorite dumpster. This alley, unbeknownst to him, was behind the headquarters of Nickelodeon. As he was eating, a man came out to throw away the trash. This man was Drake Bell. Keep in mind Drake wasn't famous yet. He saw the monkey and thought somebody let their pet loose. He didn't notice the third eye, as Paul usually kept it closed. Drake picked up his new furry friend and took him inside. When Drake's boss saw it, he immediately took it to the CEO of Nick. At first, the CEO said to give it to the zoo. But all of the changed when Paul looked up and had his third eye open. He saw it as a way to make money. Money was a new word for Paul. So he spoke up and asked "What does money mean?". The CEO nearly did a backflip. He said that at the end of nearly every Nick show, they would have a clip of Paul and would make millions. When the CEO asked who found the monkey, Drake's boss quivered. He was a terrible liar, and had to tell the truth. Drake was immediately given a last minute position in a show called "Amanda's show". This made Drake famous, and got him another big gig in a show called "Drake and Josh" where he and his close co-star made everyone laugh. Paul even inspired the episode about the orangutan. But alas, Paul died of old age. This hit Drake so hard, he quit the show. He was so depressed he couldn't bring himself to ever star in a show again, until the Drake and Josh Christmas special. But Drake even hated that, and he still sits home alone, depressed.
This is the story of Paul, the wonderful three-eyed monkey that was loved dearly by Nick stars and viewers alike. Please share this tear-wrenching story about Paul. But make sure you give credit to me, Ledukester, the original story teller/writer. Thank you all, and goodbye.
When Paul was first born, he was different. His mother and siblings could all clearly tell he wasn't an ordinary ape. But it wasn't until the little monkey first opened his eyes that they truly noticed. Paul had three eyes. As he grew, his siblings and every other monkey picked on him. Paul became so depressed that he ran away from home. He spent many countless nights in the cold as he ran through the jungle. The rainforest was hard on him, and he found himself not eating some days, and on many occasions not drinking, either. But eventually Paul found himself on a luxurious beach with white sand and crystal clear waters. There was a lot to eat and drink here, so there he stayed. Two months rolled by and on one morning, Paul was woken up by a big horn blasting. He didn't like this rude awakening, and decided to go investigate what had woken him up. He walked to the other end of the beach, a side where he had never been before. there he found a large white object floating in the water. We know this as a cruise ship. He climbed aboard unnoticed, and began to further investigate this mysterious vessel. He got lost on the bowels of the ship, and before he knew it the ship was taking off. You see, this was only a supply stop for the ship as there was a city a few miles north. He became a castaway on the ship, and found there were creatures he had never seen before. So he explored during the night, as he had the feeling that these creatures could be dangerous. Through the many weeks he spent aboard the ship, he learned the creatures language. They refer to it as "English". It was very different from ape-speak, and he wasn't very good at it. But nevertheless, he kept studying the language anyways to pass time. The next time the boat stopped was in a country the creatures called America. It was California, to be exact. Paul snuck off of the ship that night and stole his way through the streets unnoticed. He did this for many days, traveling many miles where he eventually reached a place called "Hollywood". For some reason, this city stuck out to Paul. He liked it very much, and felt as though he was safe. He disguised himself as a hairy homeless man and slept in alleys and ate from dumpsters. But one day, Paul forgot to put on his disguise. He walked his way to his favorite alley which held his favorite dumpster. This alley, unbeknownst to him, was behind the headquarters of Nickelodeon. As he was eating, a man came out to throw away the trash. This man was Drake Bell. Keep in mind Drake wasn't famous yet. He saw the monkey and thought somebody let their pet loose. He didn't notice the third eye, as Paul usually kept it closed. Drake picked up his new furry friend and took him inside. When Drake's boss saw it, he immediately took it to the CEO of Nick. At first, the CEO said to give it to the zoo. But all of the changed when Paul looked up and had his third eye open. He saw it as a way to make money. Money was a new word for Paul. So he spoke up and asked "What does money mean?". The CEO nearly did a backflip. He said that at the end of nearly every Nick show, they would have a clip of Paul and would make millions. When the CEO asked who found the monkey, Drake's boss quivered. He was a terrible liar, and had to tell the truth. Drake was immediately given a last minute position in a show called "Amanda's show". This made Drake famous, and got him another big gig in a show called "Drake and Josh" where he and his close co-star made everyone laugh. Paul even inspired the episode about the orangutan. But alas, Paul died of old age. This hit Drake so hard, he quit the show. He was so depressed he couldn't bring himself to ever star in a show again, until the Drake and Josh Christmas special. But Drake even hated that, and he still sits home alone, depressed.
This is the story of Paul, the wonderful three-eyed monkey that was loved dearly by Nick stars and viewers alike. Please share this tear-wrenching story about Paul. But make sure you give credit to me, Ledukester, the original story teller/writer. Thank you all, and goodbye.
