Trip Down Memory Lane...
... Recently someone asked "When and where is your 1st kiss with your current bf/spouse?" And the question brought me to a long and much awaited trip to memory lane. I am so glad that I have this online journal that helps records some of the important dates and details down some of the things that happened during that particular stage of my life.
These few years have seen so much changes in my personal life that it's really hard to identify the person who wrote this journal then and the person who writes this journal now is the same.
It's perhaps hard for you guys to imagine that living under the same roof with me is aka living in a pressure cooker environment. I want things done speedily. There was no time for anything else, except to get everything for that day in order. I'm always in a mad mad rush - for grocery shopping, to chase the hb and boy out of the house for activities and such. I shout and scream at the slightest mistake my DFW makes. At one stage, the hb was so afraid I would beat her up or she would run to the Philiphines Embassy.
The then me was in a way bimbo-listic, trying to get attention from the entries though I had strongly denied. In another way was lost, trying to be in peace with oneself and searching for an identity.
Would I want to rewrite my life in another way? Perhaps no. Everything in life happens for a reason. If I wasn't the way I was then, perhaps I am still searching for the one. Much as I love the characters of Mr. Big and Steve, a Aidan would suits me more, then and now and perhaps forever....
Back to my memory lane, the feelings are really nice to think back of what I did with my hb during the initial courting stage, the places we went, the things we did together and etc... The same night, we took the trip down to memory lane together... talking about what happened then and more importantly, why we behaved in certain ways. It's funny coz you never thought that's what you get for the answer.
Thank you dear and I love you (though I guess you no longer reads this jounral).
These few years have seen so much changes in my personal life that it's really hard to identify the person who wrote this journal then and the person who writes this journal now is the same.
It's perhaps hard for you guys to imagine that living under the same roof with me is aka living in a pressure cooker environment. I want things done speedily. There was no time for anything else, except to get everything for that day in order. I'm always in a mad mad rush - for grocery shopping, to chase the hb and boy out of the house for activities and such. I shout and scream at the slightest mistake my DFW makes. At one stage, the hb was so afraid I would beat her up or she would run to the Philiphines Embassy.
The then me was in a way bimbo-listic, trying to get attention from the entries though I had strongly denied. In another way was lost, trying to be in peace with oneself and searching for an identity.
Would I want to rewrite my life in another way? Perhaps no. Everything in life happens for a reason. If I wasn't the way I was then, perhaps I am still searching for the one. Much as I love the characters of Mr. Big and Steve, a Aidan would suits me more, then and now and perhaps forever....
Back to my memory lane, the feelings are really nice to think back of what I did with my hb during the initial courting stage, the places we went, the things we did together and etc... The same night, we took the trip down to memory lane together... talking about what happened then and more importantly, why we behaved in certain ways. It's funny coz you never thought that's what you get for the answer.
Thank you dear and I love you (though I guess you no longer reads this jounral).