Windchimes

September 29, 2008

A wordy world

Filed under: Doodles, Blabs and Rants — Tags: , , — didee @ 6:29 pm

My fascination with journals started out when I was still  small. That was when I slowly took back steps from coloring our walls with my crayola pens.

Being the only child around that time, and being the only kid in both my parent’s side, I have an abundance of adopted moms and dads. My mama’s brother used to work in a printing press. He was guilty of introducing me to the wonderful world of papers. From memo pads to specialty papers, he would give it to me, not by sheets but by rims or bulk. Every time he visits me, he always have some stack of papers for his favorite niece. Being the only one he has, he has no other choice.

I was an OC kid when it comes to writing down on my treasured sheets. I put a yellow pad behind the page before i start to write down. I always wanted my words in proper alignment. I carried this till adulthood. It is less likely that you can fault me on my note taking. My notebooks are suki to photocopiers around the campus up until I was in college, as my classmates would always borrow them.

From the blank sheets my Uncle gave me, I started my first journal. In my innocence I penned the world around me. My small world, seemed like a universe within the words.

I remember when I was in grade school and I have a crush. Or wait… there were two of them, so it would be crushes. LOL.

One has the initials D.D. (and i still remember his full name up until now). We were classmates since kindergarten. His yaya was a tomboy, and she would also fix me a sandwich during breaks. And she would always tease me to her alaga.

The other one was joey. A transferee from another school. And I remembered he has a dimple.

And I wrote about them on my journals. And I wrote how guilty I felt for having two crushes.

And I still remember when my mother read about it while she was cleaning my stuff. It was major embarrassment. I remember praying for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Or better yet build a giant paper boat from my stack of paper treasures and row my way to the far off paper land.
It was a tender memory I have of my journals. There were others which are equally funny memory lane stopovers. Like when I accidentally left it in my friend’s backpack.

Happy and embarrassing memories.

Journals are like tattoo’s that sailors inked on their bodies. Each symbol and each name meant something. A touch, a word, a tap, a hug… a single gesture which meant a basketfull of memories.

If I’ll ever make a last will, I’d probably include it and give it to my soon to be offsprings. And hope that they will care to read it. I can not promise it will be a good read, but I know they will be in for quiet a journey. A journey about a life I know I didn’t waste.

I’ve read somewhere that writing in a journal is a voyage to the interior. How true indeed.

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8 Comments »

  1. i would love to read more about you. asa na na imong journal beh. i post na.

    Comment by konsuy — October 1, 2008 @ 1:16 pm

  2. you have a gift for writing jud. keep writing ^^

    Comment by sunjun — October 1, 2008 @ 11:16 pm

  3. Konsuy, hehehe… matuk.an nya ka if mubasa ka sa “journals of the demented Di” hahaha =D

    Comment by didee — October 2, 2008 @ 11:35 am

  4. Boks Stephen, ayeee.. salamat Boks 😀

    Comment by didee — October 2, 2008 @ 11:36 am

  5. i had journals too when i was a little girl.. naa lang toh siya lock lock. hehehe..

    Comment by isza — October 4, 2008 @ 6:47 pm

  6. hi mai! haha i had one of those types too… useless ang lock kay ma.abli ghapon haha 😀

    those are the old school blog jud 😀

    Comment by didee — October 6, 2008 @ 5:09 pm

  7. I remember writing down my own throughts about my crushes. Believe me, they were a lot. I even wrote about how my fictitious older brothers saving me from the taunting of envious people.

    don’t you think we’re privileged now that we get to blog too? of course, it feels a little weird sometimes when people get to comment about what we think and feel but it pays to be acknowledged even if we intentionally embarrass ourselves.

    Comment by ifoundme — October 7, 2008 @ 11:13 am

  8. right you are, and it’s comforting to know that you are not the only one going through things. Unknowingly, the virtual bubble we create in this blog world, often times became our source of sanity when even us can’t make sense of ourselves.

    Comment by didee — October 7, 2008 @ 11:23 am


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