Category Archive: Dear Diary

Scraps #13

I am blessed to wake up to the morning sun while listening to Gundam’s 20th anniversary symphony, I remember childhood days in our old house. The skies were always bluer, the sun brighter… Read More

Scraps #11

A world made of cookies and cream with clouds of cotton candy and seas of blueberries, lakes of pink lemonade and rivers of melted lemon sorbet with cherries on top of chocolate cake… Read More

Scraps #9

What is it like to dream? I can’t remember anymore. I stare at my TV screen and at my computer screen and at the skies of dusk and dawn and I think I… Read More

Entry #74 – Last Entry

My heart aches, I can feel it hurting – not from a stabbing wound of lost love, but from something that I know is not there. My heart aches, every beat of it… Read More

Entry #73

Can’t wait for Christmas to come! Would it rain by then? What about New Year, would it be dry and alive? Heh. I dream of snow when it comes down to these two… Read More

Entry #72

I found these days to be tiring; like a never-ending motion without reason or explanation. And for one moment, hours ago, I found myself dreaming. I found myself away from myself and everything… Read More

Entry #71

GOD – childish mind [parental substitute] .. idea of immortality .. covering conscience [guilt, times of need] .. role model [like parents] GOD exists – not mythical .. Bible ~ a guide ..… Read More

Entry #70

Switch to the background and set yourself free. Paint on the watery streets, watch the glaze of light on the window screen. Let the city unfolds and unravel; let the night set out… Read More

Entry #69

“MORTALITY IS GOOD AS IT MAKES US MAKE THE MOST OF EACH MOMENT OF OUR LIVES” Mortality .. limitations .. physical – death Fact: .. death is permanent .. life constraint = time… Read More

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    The reality of the other person lies not in what he reveals to you, but what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says, but rather to what he does not say.

    Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

    Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

    . Khalil Gibran

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