-Transcript- July 26, 2010 2:45 AM What is beauty? How do I find my beauty outside the confines of my bedroom mirror? I drown myself in Brisk, and escape in movies. Real joy is gone. He’s silence to my deaf ears. Scales on my eyes deceive me. I placed them there. During the time when […]
Dear Diary, I Know It’s Not Good For Me
-Transcript- 7/17/97 Dear Diary, My cousins are here sleeping over. Our goal is to stay up late. Bad for our health, yeah. So far, we are staying up late until everyone’s asleep. Wait. Very discourageble. We’re getting sleepy. We want to stay up late but we’re sleepy. Oh, boy! I just yawned. My eyes are […]
Dear Diary, Dear God
“You can tell God anything,” said Rowena. I didn’t believe her. It was a sunny day in the park with the Children’s Ministry, and Rowena was one of my Sunday school teachers. I didn’t think she was serious. God couldn’t possibly be interested in just anything I say, could He? I found this: Diary entry from […]
Dear Diary, Untitled and Undated
This poem was written on a binder paper. There’s no title and there’s no date. If I had to guess, I wrote it when I was a junior or senior in high school because there are some parts I wrote in slang. I apologize right now. I do. I don’t even…I just…I don’t know what I […]
Dear Diary, I Wrote a Poem
While rummaging through my file of old journal entries on loose leaf papers, I came across some old church bulletins/Sunday service programs. They look like this: I guess now we know what I was doing when I should have been listening to the pastor 😀 (Sorry, Pastor). On the weekends, I’m going to do something […]
Dear Diary, My First Time on an Airplane
– Transcript – April 25, 1996 Dear Diary, USA! It’s a long time and I’m busy writing letters too. It’s neat to ride an airplane. But I don’t like take offs. So, this Tues, school time, *School is our school. 2 months only! Under Observation. Titingnan kung pwede kami sa higher grade at it’s bec. […]
Dear Diary, When I Grow Up
Transcript: 4-25-95 Dear Diary, I’m going to be grade 4, Cat’s gr. 3 & Isang’s Gr.1. You know when I grow up I want to be a doctor but I like art, singing, dancing & sometimes writing. I wish I know. End transcript. Don’t we all wish the same? Don’t we all wish we knew […]