Posted on: 9th of May 2003 | Under: Geek Talk

I’ve always enjoyed writing. When I want to rant and let out my frustrations, I write. When I’m happy, I write. When I’m down and I feel as if I’ve been slapped in the face with the whole world’s misery, I write. When I’m floating-in-heaven-in-love, I write. Yes, I love to write and I very much believe that it’s therapeutic.

I cuddled up in bed, with my head glued to the pages of my old diary, last night. I spent hours reading through the entires I wrote, back in my craze-filled highschool days. Ahh, I was entertained by my own shallow stories about school and old crushes. ^__^

One of the great things about writing in diaries/journals is that you can look back at them years after and re-live the experiences you went through. My old diary is the greatest comedy book ever written. I swear, I laughed so much last night. Even my sister was amused at the silly things I wrote. She was on my bed earlier, reading my cheesy escapades. Her chuckling was even louder than mine! haha.

My diaries are filled with emotions left unsaid. Feelings I can’t let out or tell other people. I can actually say that my diaries know me better than anyone else. Yes. Every hurt experienced is scribbled in the pages. Things that I don’t dare tell anyone, and my deepest thoughts are only visible in my diaries.

This is my first diary ever. It’s filled with mush and pure silliness of a loud and bubbly teenager in highschool. This is my favorite cheer-up book, actually. I never get tired of laughing at how petty and shallow I was back then.

Ahh, my furry diary. I bought this the minute I saw it in the mall. hehe. It was good, ‘coz after my first diary, I stopped jotting down my daily feelings. After over 4 years of being journal/diary-free, I used this to write again. I never got to finish the pages ‘tho… It’s not even a quarter full. ^^;; hehe

My 3rd diary didn’t last long either. I started writing in it early last year. I wrote about a week’s-worth of entries then I got tired of it.

Now, that is the journal I currently scribble in. It doesn’t contain a detailed description of my daily life (I do that in my blogs- well, sorta). Instead, I jot down my inner feelings/emotions in there. When I’m really depressed and feeling lonely, that book of mine is my first confidant. The first thing I run to. ;)