Tons and tons of them.
I started writing one in January 1989, two days after I attended the second Swing Singapore – those jam-packed Orchard Road street parties which started in 1988 and ended in 1992. I was inspired to write because something thoroughly unpleasant happened to me.
(Swing Singapore is another historical relic!)
I kept the whole lot of diaries. I know I’m beginning to sound like a hoarder, what with the letters and cards and this. I doubt anyone would be interested, not even my kids, so perhaps it’s time to throw the diaries out.
There were angsty entries and then later on, the ones that were organized by the clock: 8am, go to work. 9, work. 12, lunch at Millenia Walk of beef noodles. 5, bus home (this from 1999 when I was a civil servant. Nice life, eh!).
I wrote every single day, without fail, well into my 20s. I think I only stopped when Day was born, when I was 29. Which is when I started the blog, and started writing about them instead of about myself.
Do people still write diaries these days?