My Memory - Part 1

Dear iceymemories,

welcome to my big family of diaries and the 1st digital diary i am keeping.

I am a very sentimental person since i entered Secondary School. Maybe its partly due to the fault that previously i was very self-concocious of my complex family background and complicated kinship among my family members, or maybe its due to me being more exposed to chinese pop songs and songs during my era are all sad, slow, sentimental songs.

i love chinese characters, i love chinese language but too bad my hse pc does not have chinese support, hence i am unable to blog in chinese. but very soon i am going to get a new set of OS then i can use chinese language at home too, not only in office.

i used to keep a diary and i gave names to my diaries. My 1st diary started in my primary school is called Bobdog, bcoz the cover page is Bobdog. Very famous carton char in my era..haha then my 2nd diary is a green color dairy with a locker, forget what i name it liao. this green diary was used to record my family affairs then follow by another diary which i named it "Huan Nian" (rememberance in chinese). A very romantic diary book with beautiful landscape sceanary. I wrote my sec sch stuffs in this diary.

Then in sec sch my close classmates gave me a bigger and thicker and nice frangance smelling diary which i still keep it with me and still have around half a book is unfilled. Unfilled because i met my current hubby during the diary writing process, and i started another diary just about him & me. and i kept this thicker frangance smelling diary only for the most inner secrets which i dont want to share with anybody and even him. i cant remember wat name i gave to the diary which i wrote abt him n me, but its just a normal A4 notebook. Haha coz during that era, this type of notebook is the most popular notebook which jc pple use to jot lecture notes. Not cheap man .. spent $8+ on that diary.

Nowadays i dont write diary because whenever i write in my diary, i am also writting down my unhappiness in my diary. And the more i wrote, the more unhappiness i unearth and my mind became very confused and troubled. I start to wonder if i am writing diaries to make my peaceful and happy sadder, more depressive.. am i sadist. y do i not record the happy events in my life but only remember the unhappy events. why?

now i am planning to start my own family, i wonder if i will get pre-/post-maternity blues during my preggy stage. but these are things i wont know until i am preg. so well, lets leave it as it is.

Love,
bf