dear diary

Sunday August 8, 1999

Napakasaya ko ngayong araw na ito. Unang-una dahil nakapasimba ako at naintindihan ko ang ebanghelyo. Pangalawa, lumabas kami ng mga mommy para kumain at nagpagupit siya sa David’s Salon. Pangatlo, ibibili na raw ako ng mommy ng bag. Hello Kitty pa nga eh at sa Big Ben daw kami bibili. At ang pinakanakapagpasaya sa akin ay nakita ko siXxxxxx ng maraming beses. Pauli-uli siyang nagba-bike at tumigil pa nga siya sa tapat namin dahil sumakay ang kapatid o pinsan niya ata ‘yon.

Napapansin ko na kapag nakatingin ako sa kanya eh napapatingin rin siya sa akin ng hindi sinasadya. Kapag naman napapatingin ako sa kanya eh nakatingin siya sa akin at tumatagal. Bakit kaya? Hindi naman ako nage-expect na crush niya ako. Pero kung ganon man eh sana may sign na crush niya nga ako. Halimbawa, may itatanong siya sa akin or babatiin kaso nga lang eh magagawa ba naman niya iyon? Nakalaro ko na naman siya sa playstation, nakatabi at nakausap kaya siguro hindi na siya mahihiya pwera na lang kung torpe siya.

Basta, sana hindi ako makakita ng ikagagalit sa kanya. Sana rin ay maging masaya ang araw ko bukas. Sana makita ko ulit siya.

signed

OH. MY. GOD.

I was LOLing while reading this 1st entry on my 3rd set of diary. Didn’t realize I was really into that boy way back in highschool (1st year huh!). Thought I wouldn’t get over him. It probably ended unhappy but I’m still thankful, though. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have these memories all compiled. And I wouldn’t have anything to laugh much about today.

Why browse my diaries? I just got interested again when I saw Nene holding hers. She’s so “mana sa ate” when it comes to writing and arts. And as much as I don’t want to, I love reading her short notes to mom and Manang Berling every night, reminders of what she has to do the following morning or what she needs for school. That’s so me.

Diaries, I can say, have helped me develop my writing skills (agree if we both think I have that :P). Though, they were funny, simple and petty, my entries, as I find them now, were so youthful and amusing. And aside from that, I realized the kind of person I was way back. The one who religiously hears mass, one who finds happiness within simple things, one who hopes to resolve all problems, one who wishes for a happier tomorrow, and one who has a big love to give. I was optimistic, so unlikely now.

Growing up, we all think we’ve matured a lot and learned much. But it doesn’t often go that way. We sometimes forget the wrong things we’ve done before and we continue doing such. So here’s what good of a diary does: it takes us back to the time we want to remember, introduces us to the persons we were before and reminds us of things that we need to put back in mind. We don’t really have to use pen and paper anymore, we, now, have blogging instead. Afraid that others may find out those dirty little secrets? Then, don’t do anything dumb, AT ALL! Haha! Kidding aside, I really believe that everyone should note down the important things that happen, those things that matter. And if ever amnesia hit us, we’ll never know.. :D