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Last Friday, April 17, for the first time in perhaps almost a year, I didn’t touch The Diary for a day.
For several months, I’ve been overflowing with thoughts and ideas, and I have regained my confidence in writing. When I’m on cloud nine, I write about it here. When I’m back in hell, I write about it here. No matter how I felt, I kept writing here.
And then last Friday, life happened.
Continue reading LII: Away for a DaySeize the moment of belting out your song
Ignore hate, wear your heart on your sleeve
Never mind if you are out of key or you squeak
Go ahead, let out the music that ascends you
Sing (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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On April 10, 2012, after gulping a can of his favorite Coca-Cola (fresh from the cool refrigerator) at home, The Deranged Writer, in his pambahay outfit, heard a familiar song: Tootsie Gueverra’s “Kaba.” When he heard the OPM hit, it reminded Dewey not of love, but of a hurtful period: third grade. That was the year he was still the butt of the bullies’ jokes, and he was incredibly annoyed by that one classmate who kept singing “Kaba” every morning.
Continue reading LI: Another Conversation Among Deranged Writers I / Notes to Self XXXI
The Diary of The Deranged Writer 