Sunrays swaying with glee and pride
Miles away from the darkest of clouds
It’s times like these I should be in the present
Let the good times roll, savor the moment
Euphoria like this feels like heaven on earth
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Smile (Poetry Series): I, II
The final post for 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).
Happiest birthday to me, The Deranged Writer!
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Hi, Diary. What can I type in under ten minutes?
After a whirlwind set of days filled with Foo Fighters euphoria, wandering around Singapore in a short period of time, returning to Manila, and then returning to my normal routine, my body’s truly waving the white flag. My muscles are still a bit sore, and my throat hurts. (In the first few days of having throat pain after the Foo Fighters show at the Singapore Grand Prix, I sounded like Lemmy from Motörhead.) And today, I’ve been coughing. Perhaps you can say that now I’m a flu fighter. And I’m fighting the flu with Bioflu, some hot honey/citron/ginger tea, and lots of rest.
But then my Father ordered me to finish some paperwork this afternoon. He’s also my boss, so I can’t say no to that. At least the paperwork is easy though. I’ve done them before anyway. It’s like muscle memory.
Speaking of muscles, my arms are in more pain than usual. Fuck. Even if I have more things to say and my ten minutes are still not up, I need more rest.
And that’s my update for today. See you in the next post. (And I hope I feel better when that happens.)
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