Recently, I have been receiving so much light in the form of good deeds and happy moments (e.g., the recent Foo Fighters show, meeting my new friend, and my happiest birthday yet), and that generous amount of light makes me feel good.
But what’s better than receiving? It’s giving, especially the altruistic kind.
This is my 22nd Notes to Self.
Continue reading Notes to Self XXIIOf all the 14 Days of The Deranged Writer birthday blogging marathons I have done since the beginning of The Diary, the 2025 edition (this year) is the most memorable in terms of content quality. For 14 straight days, I wrote four acrostic poems (one of them is related and dedicated to The Undertaker), five music-related posts, one essay about a once-haunting day, one Notes to Self post, and only three Minute Warning posts. Only three. I have reached an incredible feat.
Speaking of Notes to Self, after blogging for two weeks straight, I realized something worthy of a Notes to Self post. It’s about freedom of expression, and the responsibilities that come with it.
Continue reading Notes to Self XXISunrays 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
The final post for 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).
Happiest birthday to me, The Deranged Writer!
Header image: Siva Seshappan of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.
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