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Blogging today is the ‘in’ thing. Almost everyone I know has his/her own blog thingie. Move over diaries, journals and slumbooks - we now have blogs, facebook, myspace, multiply, friendster - hundreds more! Not to mention mobile phones and PDAs. Yes, technology brings us more convenience, but don’t you miss writing on paper all your thoughts and reading “real” writings? Pass the papers pls:

Slumbook: My gosh, so grade school! For every girl, grade school won’t be complete without having your own slumbook. Pamatay na tanong? What is Love? Pamatay na sagot? Love is like a rosary that is full mystery. Hay, jus ko. Don’t you remember those days of slumbooks, when as a shy little girl, you silently hoped your crush would notice the hints in your answers (or be impressed). Then wished, too, he that he’d put your name at the most intriguing question: Who is Your Crush? Answer: SECRET (or used a codename). Hahaha! Disappointing of course, if he wrote a different name. Sad.

I had my slumbook when I was in Grade 6, which I kept until 1st year highschool. But my nanay thought it was just an ordinary old notebook (me slumbook na ba nung panahon ng mga nanay natin?). She burned it together with the other trash. I cried a lot then!

Diary: When you graduated to slumbook, for sure, diary is next - or sometimes you have both at the same time, but I think diary is for older girls. And unlike slumbook that you pass around, diaries are of course to be kept and for-your-eyes-only!

I had my first diary when I was in 4th year high school. All the crushes, tampuhan with friends, and some no-nonsense, I wrote there. Gosh, that vacation month after high school graduation, I would read my diary almost every day and I would cry every time I read it. That’s how mushy (crazy?) I could become.hehe. No, I was not crying for my ex-crush(es), but you know how special highschool is, right? It’s the most memorable part of a student life, and you’d feel nostalgic specially when you hear the graduation anthem, FAREWELL - farewell, to you my friend, we’ll see each other again…hayyy, enough!

Where is my diary now? Back in college, I brought it with me at my boarding house in Intramuros (baka sunugin ulit ng nanay ko,hahaha). I kept it together with my college books, until I couldn’t find it one day. I frantically looked for it to no avail, few months later my boardmate Fe told me she accidentally brought it home together with her things. Hay, until now she hasn’t given it back to me so I am not sure if it is still with her. Tsk,tsk. Hopefully I could still get it back. It’s nice to reminisce old highs chool days.

Journal: My journal is sort of my diary now (only I call it journal - hehe). But I just use plain notebooks, and unlike my diary before where I wrote entry almost everyday, I don’t do it on my journal. I only write whenever I wanted to or if I have something to write about, even if it’s not personal. My journal has become a cookbook-phone directory-balance sheet-diary-prayer book-business plan notes-doodle pro rolled into one. More so of a Scratch Book?

Engineers are noted for good penmanship because of drafting class, but I only reserve my ‘engineering lettering’ skills on selected occasions. For my diary/journal, I prefer to be free-spirited, spontaneous - hence the mess. Even my signature is mistaken for a doctor’s (of course, I am not offended.hehe). That pic is one of my journal entries, the neatest one I found.

Now, despite my growing passion for blogging, I miss writing my hearts out on a paper, and seeing my penmanship, erasures and all. I can feel more my emotions when I am writing on paper and there’s more drama - sort of a synergy between me, the paper, and my pen — definitely more intimate than typing on a keyboard.