I have never really been disciplined to keep a diary but the only one that I have, I'm really proud of it. It was during my days when I was a trainee @ AFS(air force school). I can still remember the rationale for having to write one was because one of my course mates actually called the Hotline where he reported he had suicidal intentions due to stress. It's so ironic to find that he is all well and able now. Haha... Guess what, he is an established coach and has represented our Nation on several occasions in competitions too. = P
Today I so happen to chance upon it and I started reading it. The first entry was dated 10 of July 03. Haha... It has been almost 5 years! Hee... I am getting old, so OLD...The cover of my book / journal was dolled with S.H.E pictures. I was quite obsessed with them then but then, I've moved on. Haha... I can still remember I was like the talk of the town when the folks saw my book!!! I take pride in decorating it hoh...
Honestly, writing entries back then was a pleasure to me. It was a form of voicing my inner voices, feelings etc. And I am glad I was true to myself and I wrote things without holding back even though I know my entries would be read by my superiors. Hee...
Reading back the entries now really brings back fond memories.
Sometimes I wish if only I can turn back time... But I know very well that is impossible, definitely.Memories stay with us for a long time. No matter how hard we try to destroy things that remind us of them, they stay with us...
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