The black executive diary: It is the thinnest among the three and sadly, I haven’t written anything important on it except for the details needed for the personal, business and medical information. 😐 I might not have given justice to its existence as an organizer/planner, but i’ll be more of like converting it into another one of the few sketchbooks I have which carries the most of ‘intellectual properties I have. 😀
The Belle De Jour planner: I’ve written much on it on the first half of the year,most of which are my schedules and the daily happenings in life.
The Starbucks planner: Now this one is the most precious among them all, not only does it serves as an organizer or planner, it also carries much of my personal secrets as well. 😀 I am not very vocal about my ‘personal confidential issues’, only a few friends know me well, and this planner, I could say, is one of the best buds that I have. Here, I can jot down all the emotions that I’ve wanted to unleash, the ones that I can’t just share with my mortal friends. LOL.
Apart from these, I have web accounts where I put all the rants that I have.
Why am I doing this entry?
A friend happened to ask me once: “Chona, why do you have to write much about your life?”
I write because I know there will come a time that I might forget all the memories and instances that I’ve gone through as I live the life of the being that you know….
I write because there might be things that didn’t end up well and as expected, but in the end it might be worth remembering how I became frustrated on things, how I come to regret some of the decisions I’ve made, how I would’ve wanted to pull back the hands of time and change things that needs to be changed, how I laughed and cried at the same time, and how it made me much of a better person…..
I write because when that point in time comes, when I finally attain the dreams / goals / ambitions / whatever you may want to call it, or just when I grow old enough not to remember things in their littlest details, I know I have reliable things to turn to….
Life is best appreciated as you come to smile and look back on the years that passed, and say, “I lived not a perfect life, but I lived a happy one.”
I write to remember. I write because I don’t want to forget.