Journals

My Journal

"I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease."
— Anais Nin

These journal entries are from 1991-1995, those that still exist. I used to keep a more regular journal earlier than that, was lost long ago. The one from 1992 was destroyed when I discovered my mother had read it.

1991 [ read ] 13kb
There are a number of rather short entries from this year, from our travels in the South Pacific up to when we arrived in Australia.

1993 [ read ] 2kb
Hardly an entry worth mentioning, but here are the few that remain.

1994 [ read ] 14kb
This is when my journal entries begin to get more substantial and a bit more personal. Some of the views expressed embarrass me at this point, but they stand as such when I was 14.

1995 [ read ] 11kb
Beginning the first year of senior high school. I seem so very young.

My Brother's Journal

1991 [ read ] 38kb (added 2002-01-20)
Quite by chance I came across a journal of my brother's from 1991. His English had not come quite up to scratch yet, and so has been edited a little for clarity. Even so, it is more informative than my 1991 journal. He gave his permission for me to type it up and put it online. My brother, master of the run-on sentence which makes no sense—this journal took a bit of fiddling to keep the essence of what he meant, yet make sense where none did before.