I’ve kept so many blogs in the past … some of them were opened to the public while some were only opened to invited readers.
I’ve forgotten most of the blogs, especially those private ones until I logged into blogger yesterday and found out some of old blogs.
I read one of it, it’s mostly in Chinese and I’m amazed by it. The true emotions written there were to be honest, better than photo blogging. Even though there isn’t much pictures in the blog, only words, words and more words, they are amazingly quite a good read. It reminds myself some of the incidents that happened while I read it, whether happy or sad. I could write anything and everything down without anyone judging or anyone asking. I kind of miss writing things like that. Those things that you really want to read again few years later.
Here’s a post I had written while I was abroad studying(which can be shared), this is what I would call a diary:
I do wish I can write things like that again …. but somehow I don’t think I can anymore. I’m not sure why. It could be the pair of eyes watching me. It could also be the fact that I don’t really have much time nowadays. Too busy I suppose.
Maybe, just maybe I should keep another blog. Or maybe, I shouldn’t after all.