Collette

"Best day of my life was yesterday." And the story is that i woke up to the melody i could play it over and over. It was cold but not too cold and i had a cup of lukewarm instant milo and ate sugar biscuits with it and then i went to the Catholic's home with everyone else. We fed the children's souls caught in frail wrinkled bodies and they reminded me of the book i read about changelings which sounds dumb but it weren't. I like the way Mother Mary stood like a guardian, with the newly planted roses adorned below her and soft light that reflects from the bonded carrara marble. That's the light that make everyone better, everything prettier, everything seem to be in that light. I didn't do much. But tried speaking, watching the beautiful changelings. I met one, who told me her background. A parankan, a chinese. a grandson whom i'll never forget about. I promised i'll be back to this lovely place. Great day, yesteday."

Alan: Now give me ten good reasons why is it so hard to be happy?
Me: Grand answer...

20th, 2 days ago, Alan's bday.
Was one of the best western gathering i've been to. I knew no one excluding the friends i came with. I didn't recognise the food. I had a bite of charcoal pork sausage and threw it out. I don't eat pork. I believe in the story 'Babe' the piglet. But anyway, why is it the best party, its cause everyone frolicked and gathered closely and ohhh there was rock music. Right beside us was another party, a contrast scene. Familiarrr.

This morning i woke up to a text msg from Dan, saying he's not well. So while i waited, think i wanted to be kept awake, i delved into my story book. A true story. Which gave me a clearer understanding of the world nothing like ours. Then i came across a poem, which reminded me of a human flaw. It says:

I swear i will not dishonour
my soul with hatred
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.

Now i know how keeping a personal diary should be like and not ripping the written pages off sporadically to restart-over. I didn't think it was that easy. Really. I was really fussy with the curves and lines that made up each letter. But in the last few days, i've been writing in short-hand i thought no one can decipher and i was contented.

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