Facets of the Diary Through Time

I went through my diaries yesterday night.

Yup, diarIES......

Under the weak light of my table lamp, I read all of my entries.

Since Secondary 1 till now, I'm still writing in Chinese~

Ahahaha... yea, I keep a Chinese diary.

Most people assume that I write in English, which I don't know why they do.

There had been 'narrow escapes', when dad almost caught me pen in hand, scribbling on my dear diary~

The scenario was like this...

Dad : (pops head through the door) Oh? What are you writing??

Chery : (startled, leans down to cover diary) AAA!! Err... nothing... hehehe~

Dad : But I saw something (peering around the corners of my hands)...

Chery : Nothing... really (smiles sweetly)~

Dad : Is that a diary??

Chery : NO NO!!! Ahahaha... like I would keep a diary... ahaha (laughs sheepishly)...

Dad : Then, I can't see what you're writing??

Chery : (thinks silently, "that's such a stupid question) Ohh... ehehe, there's nothing to see~

Next few months, I caught mom fumbling through MY STUFFS. She got hold of some book and began to read when I...

Chery : Mom?? What are you doing?

Mom : (puts diary now quickly) Looking for cotton buds, do you have them?

Chery : The dressing table's there, why are you reading my stuff??

Mom : ...

Chery : Mom...
Mom : It's for your own good alright? I just want to know what's happening to you...

Chery : Dad did told you it's a green book, didn't he?

Stupid reason, trespassing my privacy......

Hidden somewhere among my treasures... you'll find my most private and precious possessions~

Laying there harmless, awaiting what might happen to them when your dirty hands flipped through their virgin pages...

Anyway, all that I can conclude is that, I've grown up...