Tuesday, May 31, 2011. For you, for me, for what was once us. You may be mad, I may be hurt, but this remains my song for you, and for me. The pain may be a bit too real for us now, and it may not be sung in the same context as we once did. It will all be all right. Dark as roses, fine as sand. Feel your healing and your sting again. I hear you laughing and my soul is saved. On forgotten graves you cry. Crawl like ivy up my spine. Through my nerves and into my eyes.

Monday, August 26, 2013. I seem to have lost touch with everything around me - from the people I go through life with, to the places I go to, to the things I do. They are all there, but I am nowhere near them. I see them but they do not see me, or feel me. I am a ghost, a shell of the person I used to be. He looks like me, and behaves as I do. But he is not me. Sunday, July 14, 2013.

Nobody reads this shit anyway. How to Cook Like Your Grandmother. Thursday, April 16, 2009. On my way to work today, I saw this on the jeep I rode in. In other news, this. You see what they did there? Wednesday, April 15, 2009. Our Great Editor is coming over for a week and he wants to go to Subic.

My life in bite-sized pieces. Thursday, August 6, 2015. This morning, I came across our wedding DVD. What timing, because we attended a wedding yesterday and each wedding we attend makes me reminisce ours. I feel sad that I feel like some of the little details are starting to escape me. So with that, plus I wanted to know if the DVD still works, I put it in my laptop and played it.