28

Am allergic to dust. I always have colds. What happened to evolution? My body refuses to adapt to the city.

27

It hurts to be rejected. I'd rather be hated. At least I had a piece of their mind and energy!

26

I like scents. I smell my son as I kiss him before waking, before going to school and at night.

25

Eastern Mysticism: Things people think of but find difficult to say. Using monks and psychics as voices for the unknown.

24

Silence and doing nothing is a decision in itself. I wonder if God saw that before He started creating things.

23

Old friends. They bring me so much joy and love. For the bond we had and the memories we shared.

22

There are times when I don't want to wake up. I want to keep dreaming... both the good and bad.

21

I love you. Three words that some would rather show than say. Three words that can both wound and heal.

20

God, I hate hormones. I go through the entire day thinking of sex. A single touch sets me on fire.

19

Orgasmic enlightenment: It's when at the heat of making love you call out to God in disbelief, gratitude and love.

18

Filipinos hate confrontations. I realized it's the only way I can prove that I love you. Stick to the truth.

17

Sometimes we ask for the moon, sun and stars... not realizing how often we get it, until we lose everything.

16

Oh my son, my son... you're old enough to know, warming your cold hands inside mommy's shirt is not nice!

15

I finally admitted I'm corny. I love telling people I love them. Any time, all the time. It's true.

14

If hugs are happiness. I start and end my days in pure joy as I hug the ones I love.

13

To women in their 60's, heavily coated with make up, wigs and plastic: Let it go. Wrinkles are beautiful too.

12

Seems like things are moving, not just inside me... but at work too. Strangely enough, am not afraid or worried.

11

A part of me died. A part of me changed. I wonder if dying and changing are synonymous... to Life.

10

An incredulous voice pierced through my Mind: You can't say "You can't Create"... You OWN your Dreams!

And the words came...

9

I wonder what other parts of me have shriveled and fallen off due to neglect and forgetfulness... I'm horrified. Sad.

8

Have I neglected myself too much, too long that I am no longer who I believed myself to be?

7

On to my second day. I still can't draw. Well, I can...but nothing comes to mind. Nothing!

6

I'm an artist. I held a pen over a blank sheet of paper. For the first time, no images came.

5

"Here's a pen. It's a vintage 1950's pen. Keep it."

"What do I do with it?"

"Draw! Please draw again."

4

There are days when I wish I'd be somebody else. The person that stayed single, unattached, free to follow dreams.

3

How do you make someone happy? Start with a good conversation, a good walk, a good hug, a good smile...

2

My friends are my family. They've helped me more than those connected by blood, yet blood's still thicker than water...

1

If I keep writing about myself, will it bore the world out of people? I guess we attract common minds.