“Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us”. – Oscar Wilde

I am not good at keeping things, I taken it all for granted, especially if it's not that valuable to me. But suddenly, it changes when something happened to me in the past that I considered a worst but memorable experienced. All of my treasure belongings are in my pink box, pictures, letters and souvenirs that was given by my friends and families.

My most treasured belonging is my diary or journal. It all started when I was so devastated and problematic, I didn't know what to do and then it comes up to my mind that I should write it, so that I can express and cry all my feelings at that time. All of my secrets and unspoken words are written in my diary. 

Childhood

I was so playful and energetic child before when we were in Manila, I always play with my friends outside like ''habol habolan", chinese Garter, and "piko" . All I can say that I enjoyed so much my child hood . 

But suddenly things had changed 

It was Saturday night when my parents talked to us about planning to move in Mindanao particular in Agusan. At first I can't believe it because our life was normal and stable. My father had a nice job and we had also a sari sari store. Until they explained it to us that my father would end up his contract any time and my auntie also offered them a job. I understand them because it is for our own good.

When we moved, I struggled a lot in adapting the place, I was so ignorant and I don't know what to do especially when I started going to school. My classmates new that I was a transfer student so they bullied me because they thought that I was boastful because I came from Luzon and we all know that if someone grew up in Luzon or Manila they will likely think that someone is superior to them. But when the days passed by they started liking me and I'm started adapting to my new environment. I'm very thankful because I had the opportunity to live in the city where I was born.

Let me get this straight. If you start talking to me everyday and night, I'm obviously getting attached to you. Even if I never planned to in the first place, I will. So before you start getting close to me, make sure you won't just suddenly leave me, cause, you know, that happens to me a lot. 

18

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.- Liv Tyler

In finding the right person, we must not set our own standard but must wait for GOD'S will.

Love is different from TRUE LOVE. Love is a shallow emotion or feeling but TRUE LOVE is setting and seeing things as a realistic one,focusing on one person, lasting, growing, no jealousy, looks at the totality of a person, others centered, can WAIT, security of trust, wise and it is the hardest thing to forget.

Loving can hurt sometimes :(