If you have been an avid follower of my life, you would probably know by now that I am the type who loves to write. And yes, diaries are part of my younger years. I kept about 5 books already.. mostly high school stuffs and shallow topics about friends and boys (of course 
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Even if my regular chronicling have been replaced by blogger, i.ph, dotmac, and now wordpress, I still kept those diaries in my drawers. I have no intentions of reading them again and go over my juvenile dwamahs but the thought of just having those memories feels nice. Hehe.
Until one day, big brother decided to throw them all away!
Well, it was all nice and sweet, actually. He did the cleaning of my room. It was a big favor to me because I really wanted to clean my room by throwing everything away. But, of course, if I were the one cleaning, I would preserve my diaries, and doll houses (thank god I managed to get them back), and my 9 year old collection of cosmopolitan + other magazines. I’m that sentimental ain’t I?
Anyway, I was apprehensive at first to ask where the diaries were… After a few days of searching inside house drawers in vain, I decided to ask big brother directly, to confirm if he really threw them all… He told me that yeah, he sold them, along with my other things to the magbobote (some fellow buying old newspapers and old stuffs and uses them for a living)… I was dismayed with what I heard.
Big Brother asked me (with sarcasm), “Why, are you still planning to read them?” I answered no… I was actually keen on throwing them all, but not sell them. If I were to choose, I would have destroyed them by burning rather than give them to some fellow who might use them against me. Hahaha I’m too paranoid eh, I feel that I would be famous someday… and my long lost diaries would cost a lot if they find their way to the wrong hands! Omg… my juvenile secrets… along with my childhood fantasies… all of them in the open…
I hope kuya magbobote would burn them all.
Back in Japan, I used to follow a star as I bike my way home. I used to have the same wish every night. Same star, same wish. I think about my future.. And what I wanna be.
