Ameru's blog

Eversince I was a child, as far as I can remember, my parents (esp. my mother) always told me the sole importance of being a woman is to be someone's wife (!) and bear his child (!!). You know, it's indeed imprinted deeply in my mind, since I was three years old that my existence only verified by me being a perfect girl and mother. And what makes it worse, I always told that no matter what, we have to have a girl as a successor--well our tribe is matrilineal. I was raised to belief this. My life isn't exactly Shakespeare's, yet it's kinda full of tragedy and unexpected turns. See, these things aren't good for young minds since one cannot be free from the aim for being someone's wife (!!!) and I've dated guys with no intention on getting married anytime soon. So yeah, it was chaotic. I was too naïve to read the situation back then and have no guidance from my parents--they're strict and conservative, still are up 'till now. No way they will give...

Day 3 of  30 days writing challenge. A Memory A memory of loosing memory , might be a more suitable title for today's topic. But I'll stick with using just ' A Memory '. ___ What is a memory? Is it something we experienced? We felt? We cherished? If one can recall just a memory, what exactly worthy to be remembered ? Have so many memories, it's quite overwhelming just to pick a specific one. Should it be a happy one? A gruesome one? A heart-warming one? A sad and painful one?  Yesterday I did say maybe will tell stories about sightseeing, but come to think of it, it seemed a bit mundane and dull . And it might also have a lot of joy in it, so can be told later on, on the right theme day. Well...talking about memory. Maybe I'll try to share another perspective about having (and not having) memories (and thoughts)-- a memory of recalling memories . Taken for granted, having memories or even a memory is a bliss. Recalling my times of despair, could be considered ...