alone – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

Jump I

Just when I started accepting the fact that
Unfortunate events are the norm
My heart leaped with joy when I met a
Precious, gentle, and kind soul

Jump (Poetry Series): I, II

A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).

Header image: Kaique Rocha of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.

30-Minute Warning XLII

Hello, Diary. What can I share here in under 30 minutes?

On the previous Minute Warning post, I wrote that many of my moments of 2025 have been happily memorable. After I wrote that post, I had more happy moments that happened in chilly Seoul. I had so many joyful moments there with my family… and there was a surreal yet happy point with someone. I have vaguely mentioned that on my previous Song of the Moment. Still, no Seoul trip details because I only have 30 minutes to write this post, Minute Warning posts don’t really have a proper flow, and, frankly speaking, I wanted to ramble on topics other than Seoul. For now.

Anyway, a few days after arriving home, there was a moment that led me to overthink with full force, and that spiked my anxiety levels. I wanted to elaborate on what was going on in my mind for people who were concerned for me… but I couldn’t. I had to deal with it alone. To solve this, I went to my safe space, sat in my favorite seat, drank some Earl Grey tea, and wrote more in my journal. Thankfully, that calmed me down, and I needed calm nerves for the next mission that would take place that weekend… a mission that would lead to happiness.

And then that calm turned into overexcitement, so I didn’t get proper sleep, and I ran on caffeine and adrenaline. But I completed my weekend mission, I accomplished everything on my checklist, and my heart and soul were on cloud nine after all that. (Though I admit that fragments of my heart and soul are still in Seoul because of someone.) Last weekend may be one of my happiest ones ever.

So, there… that’s why I have not been writing in The Diary lately: I was that happy recently. But don’t worry. The 2025 edition of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer will start this Saturday, November 22 (The Undertaker’s 35th anniversary, take note!), and I will blog for 14 days straight until December 5, my birthday. I’m pretty stoked about that!

And my 30 minutes are up. See you in the next post.

Header image: Alexandro David of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.

Updated November 19, 2025.

XXXII: The Deranged Writer’s Struggle with Steinermania I

“Big Poppa Pump” Scott Steiner. He looked nuts. Image credit: WWE.

Scott Steiner is one of my favorite professional wrestlers of all time. As one-half of the Steiner Brothers alongside Rick Steiner, he is a gifted heavyweight athlete who unbelievably moves with the agility of a cruiserweight. And when he became the madman that is “Big Poppa Pump”, he delivered some of the craziest diatribes in pro wrestling history (whether he’s wearing a chainmail headgear or not)… and I laugh at them. The man has no chill.

But lately, I think I have been watching too many Scott Steiner videos too many times, and almost everything reminds me of him. In short, I got Steinermania.