Yes, I have grown
but I want to get back
to my former self, the one...
Day 15
Today is as lousy as Day 13 (January 10, 2006). This time I have an annoying throat irritation. I’m not myself again and I feel like a fool....
Day 11
I usually sneeze every time I wake up early in the morning. It’s not a habit but an allergy, allergic rhinitis, to be specific. Ah, I could have been someone else if I didn’t have this damn allergy. I have to blow my...
Day 8
Thursday morning, I have a mental block. Nothing to write about. I’m sitting on a comfortable chair and the table is just right despite the clutter but the mind has nothing to bite. I had better write about nothing or spend...
I once had a dame,
angel-like, with a milky skin,
blond hair, green eyes,...
Day 3
Last night I had a 30-minute walk—or jog?—on the treadmill (we bought it on December 25). That was my longest walk on the treadmill since it was bought. Now I feel I have stronger legs, the muscle pain slowly...
I wrote this diary years ago. It is a record of events and reflections on a daily basis.
Another hazing incident happened, leaving an 18-year-old student killed and three others injured. This stuck and burned like hell in my mind until I found myself writing about it. But that’s not something new—it’s a perennial problem....
My oversensitivity gets the better of me sometimes. About four days ago a jerk got on my nerves when he reacted to my comments on the looks of this visiting Indonesian President Widodo, a famished-looking guy who is laughing from ear to ear in...
We greet each other.
We talk but only about the weather
And morning news....
I will love you once again
And it will always be the same . . .
Feeling weak but very satisfied,...
Will I write a poem
that is not a poem at all?...