Dear Diary…
Thursday, December 27th, 2007
Simone Says: Who hasn’t seen Bridget Jones’ Diary and not become totally enthralled during the last scene in which Mr Darcy stumbles across Bridget’s opinion of him in the pages of her journal.
Julia Roberts herself claims to have a very secret diary that she would die if anyone read it as she’d be in very big trouble. Oprah converted legions of fans into journal-keeping addicts. Thousands of US soccer Mums scribbling away in their diaries instead of watching their kids at training. So over the last five years, keeping a journal has become quite fashionable.
I myself, have become addicted to journal-writing since the beginning of this year and have found that my career and weight have stabilised nicely as a result of “getting out” whatever or whoever is annoying me in writing. It also helps keep up my writing skills for these posts. Like Julia however, I’d die if anyone found it!
Studies show that keeping a journal in the correct way can have huge therapeutic benefits for women under stress.
Tell Us: Do you keep a journal? Has anyone ever found yours? Do you feel any benefits since keeping one?
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Not that long ago when we were kids, every cool kid in town kept a little journal full of daily ramblings. The little pink journals owned by girls came with little padlocks for good measure. No one was supposed to read it other than ourselves and the privileged person we termed best friend. Stored within is our joys and sorrows, ups and downs, the soy sauce from the noodle stall and the curry sauce from the prata store. I never kept a journal, why didn’t I?
In my opinion, humanity is way too comprehensive and complicated to be replicated accurately on pen and paper. No body wants to read journal entries comprising of the likes of ” I brushed my teeth and went to school…”. What goes into journals then? Naturally things we want to reminisce about in the future. Some folks see it as revenue to vent frustrations for their woes while other folks see it as a collection of celebrations and joy. ”Oh, the chocolate fudge cake was heavenly, how I wish I could eat the entire cake but I don’t want to appear like a glutton or have a cake shaped bottom!” Whether it’s filled with vengeance or secret pleasures, no, we do not want most folks to read them. We want it to be a replication of specific memories to be perused in the future.
Well, I digressed. Why don’t I keep a journal? To me , if I write anything, I want it to be read, if my journal is going to include the above mentioned items that I deem private and confidential , I wouldn’t want to potentially land myself into hot soup when someone undesirably gets hold of my journal. These events are naturally memorable as it is. Who can forget the last time our birthday cake was spiked with salt? Let alone the first kiss? These memorable events are thickly laced with every emotion imaginable to mankind; I do not think anyone needs a journal to be reminded of those days. My memory is the best journal for me.
As such, my ‘journal’ has never been discovered; good friends know bits and pieces which I revealed, that’s all. I certainly see numerous benefits in keeping my journal in my head. It does not cost a penny, take up any space, nor can it be exploited, unless I’m the victim of a highly unlikely lobotomy. I also carry them through thick and thin. Go journal! Till death do us apart!
Peng Tie Lun, 26, tutor
I still fondly remember the days whereby my teacher used to ask my class to write our daily encounters in a brown jotter book. Preaching endlessly to us how keeping a journal aids in improving our command of the English language (which is true by the way). I got hooked and progressed to the lock-and-key diary when I got older, burying my head into my precious journal of secrets as my emotions flowed out unstoppable in the torrent of ink. Then, somehow I lost the passion to write as work and family took over. It wasn’t till recently the blogging fever hit me (journal writing gone hi-tech) did I started to pick up the pen, opps! I mean type on the keyboard with a variety of fonts to choose from. Even though I had the option of locking up my entries online, I never felt they were securely left for only my eyes in the vast internet highway. Journal writing is just not the same anymore with the intrusion of technology. Nothing beats the familiar feel of pen scribbling on good old paper with my journal tucked safely under my pillow.
Seah Sye Kuim, 59, homemaker
I used to think that keeping a journal is really a waste of time. You want to write down your thoughts but you don’t want people to know? Then just keep it inside you! Also, my idea of writing journal was associated with entries written for school assignments which were often tasteless and inevitably boring daily happenings. I meant how personal can they get if teachers were going to read them!
Anyhow, about 2 years ago, I decided to keep a journal – a record of my faith journey. It was written mainly to remember and count my blessings initially. After a while, the journal sometimes becomes a tool for venting my frustrations and probably the only ‘person’ for me to bravely bare my soul to. I came to realize how easily tears can overwhelm happiness anytime. One will procrastinate to write about the joyful stuffs but will be urged to reflect about the disheartening moments. Reading my own journal is a constant reminder of how blessed I am when facing with my ongoing problems. Sometimes, forgotten feelings about past issues reignited as I looked back at past entries. Time can indeed fade away feelings.
To some extent, my writing is more about releasing which is quite self-comforting. Though nobody knows about my journal yet nor where is it kept, they won’t know much about the concerned parties even if they read it since names are often replaced with him/her or nicks haha.. So unlike Julia or Simone, I won’t die if anyone found it, though it feels weird to have them read my thoughts while I’m still around. However, if I die, I think it is only therapeutic for my loved ones to read the journal of my life journey. Because though I’m not there, my thoughts will be with them, be they the positive or the negative ones. At least, there is something for them to hold on to and to know what I went through.
Time passes and memories might fade but in that book(s), my feelings stay on..
Yvette Oh, 19, undergrad
