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Someone's father passed away yesterday. I don't know him well, but his child is a good person who brings smile to other people's faces, so I'm sure he's a good person as well.

I'm afraid.

Someone told me I remind her of sunshowers. When I asked why, her reply was, "Sunshowers are rare. You're rare."

It's been exactly six months and three days since I made that decision. And I'm glad I did, because I have grown so much since then.

Life, at times, is amazingly funny. Or maybe funnily amazing?

in this long night, i close my eyes again

That little star twinkling above, comfort me
Tonight is the night where everything collapses with no where else to rest

Delayed answer

Some years ago, I stopped hating people. Yes, I do dislike some people every now and then, but not hate. Not anymore.

A friend of mine asked me how I do that, because at that particular time when she asked, I had a strong, valid reason to hate this acquaintance of ours, but I didn't. I don't think I ever answered her question properly, and I don't actually know how to explain this feeling. Therefore, I'd like to borrow the words of a wise man I admire.

"To feel requires using energy. That’s why I don’t want to use my energy to ‘hate’ which is such a negative emotion, so I stopped hating people."


I guess that pretty much sums up how I feel. To be honest, ever since I stopped hating people, I feel more at peace.

I realized today, that I actually have three different traumas/phobias that people don't normally have. Perhaps they make me unique. Perhaps they make me a freak. But they make me me.

one hundred and sixty-seven words

The Quiet World

by Jeffrey McDaniel

  In an effort to get people to look

  into each other’s eyes more,

  and also to appease the mutes,

  the government has decided

  to allot each person exactly one hundred   

  and sixty-seven words, per day.

  When the phone rings, I put it to my ear   

  without saying hello. In the restaurant   

  I point at chicken noodle soup.

  I am adjusting well to the new way.

  Late at night, I call my long distance lover,   

  proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.   

  I saved the rest for you.

  When she doesn’t respond,

  I know she’s used up all her words,   

  so I slowly whisper I love you

  thirty-two and a third times.

  After that, we just sit on the line   

  and listen to each other breathe.