Day 14 - An Item You Can't Live Without

My Diary and a pen.

One of my earliest childhood memories were those nights when I just sat on our living room with my humongous Disney books spread into the floor and then there was the little me of maybe 4 or 5 reveling on the colorful pictures and reading the texts aloud as if I already knew how to decipher the then alien scripts. All those nights, it has left Mama and Papa fondly staring and listening to their first born's earliest discovery of love for books. More nights will pass and then the usual scene of me pretending I was able to read will be added with scenes of me pretending I was already able to transfer the scripts into a different sheet of paper. 

Gee, looking back at how I was able to make all those pretentious at such a young age, I can't help but be amazed at myself at how great a con artist I can be! LOL

A decade and five years has dawned on me and yet, reading and pouring my heart out on papers as my hobbyhorse are still sewn into my very soul. I'd like to believe I am an old soul trapped inside an under height myopic young lady because really, I can live even if you take all the techy gadgets away but oh please, do not take away my journal, my diary and pretty prettiest puh-leez, at least leave me with a pen! I do not know where all the thoughts I have came from. All I know is that, I am better at putting my feelings into words even if it means I'd have to injure lots of spilt ink and torn pages.

KEEP A DIARY AND SOMEDAY, IT WILL KEEP YOU says Mae West and I can't help but think of death and oh, the ever eternal Diary of Anne Frank. When I first read this quotation, I winced at the thought of writing in your diary so when you die, you'll keep living through it. Creepy, huh? But when you really read through it, I guess Mae West is right. Although I'm sure I am so not gonna die soon, I marvel at the idea that when my time comes, I will still continue to live through the thoughts I marred in my diary.

P.S.

I have started doodling Dear Diary since 3rd Grade and have consumed quite a sum of notebooks-turned-into-diary-by-a-resourceful-kiddo-named-ME but I seriously do not know where they are now. What's left is that violet li'l darling I got as a christmas gift from my then friend whose now my boyfie. I do not say Dear Diary now. Instead, I say Dear YEAH! - YEAH! because it is the name of my diary's manufacturer and I wasn't so creative then when I was thinking of a name to address my Dear Diary musings.

OMG! By the morrow, it's gonna be DAY 15!

YEAH DAY 14! ^_^

EU.