Category Archives: Recollections
My Classmate’s Lunch
A good lesson to learn, in your teenage years, to NOT judge someone until you know the person fully! Translated… In my middle school year, I’d written as essay, I’d recalled it fresh in my mind: My Classmate’s Lunch. Remembered … Continue reading
A Jacket
Sometimes, a jacket, is just a jacket, but, sometimes, people tend to assign the emotions that may not be there to the actions for some reasons, and this woman learned about herself, from this interaction with a guy from her … Continue reading
The Ninth Flavor
Savoring the memories here, translated… Although my mother has Asian ancestry, she was still born and raised in Jakarta, Indonesia, and, naturally, the eating habits she had, was totally, different from my father who’s from Sandong, China, and this made … Continue reading
Your Memories are, WRONG!
Your memories are, WRONG, they’d tell you, nobody EVER hurt you like that! And, for a long time, you’d, questioned the validity of what you remembered, because, you were so young, and, how can you possibly, recall EVERY single LAST … Continue reading
Posted in Abuser/Enabler Interaction Styles, Experiences of Life, Love Became an Excuse, Mental Health, Ranting About Life, Recollections, Repressed Memories, the Consequences of Life, the Cycle of Abuse, Traumas of the Younger Years, Unfit Parents, Unsafe in the World, Values of Life, Wayward Values
Tagged Neglect, Too Young to Remember Correctly
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My Dearest Child
How this man became who he is, caring for those who are in need, all because of what he’d failed to do when he was a young child, translated… On the afternoon of the cold front, the heavens were, frozen … Continue reading
Posted in Acts of Kindness, Beliefs, Childhood Innocence, Cost of Living, Experiences of Life, In a Meditative State, Lessons of Life, Losses & Gains, Memories Shared, Passing of Wisdoms, Philosophies of Life, Positives of Life, Properties of Life, Recollections, Socialization, the Consequences of Life, the Kindness Cycle, the Learning Process, The Lost & Found, The Passages in Life, the Process of Aging, the Process of Life, Things Left Behind, Things that Came Too Late in Life, Unfulfilled Dreams, Values of Life
Tagged Bumping into One's Own Inner Child, How He Became Who He is Today, Overcompensating for What He'd Failed to Do as a Young Child, Standing Up for Someone Who Was Lesser
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Taking You to Trek Around
Fulfilling her mother’s final wishes, with the memories of her mother, and a photo of her mother too, translated… My mother passed on in June of last year, and she should’ve turned seventy by mid-November of last, the night before … Continue reading
Memories, Manifested Themselves as Nightmares…
Memories had, manifested themselves as nightmares, and I’d become, confused, as to, whether or not, they were, a concoction of my sick mind, or if they’d, actually, occurred… Memories, manifested themselves as nightmares, and, there’s, NO way I can, WAKE … Continue reading
Nightmares of……Childhood
The nights grew dark and it’d become, stormy too, didn’t it??? Nightmares of……childhood, what, did you think that once you’d gotten older, and out-GROWN those god DAMN monsters in your childhood’s darkness, they’d finished with Y-O-U??? How naïve!!! Nightmares of……childhood, … Continue reading
Posted in Beliefs, Child Endangerment, Childhood Innocence, Cost of Living, Deaths, Experiences of Life, Lessons of Life, Mental Health, Nightmares & Memories, Philosophies of Life, Recollections, Socialization, the Consequences of Life, The Trials of Life, Tips of the Icebergs, Traumas of the Younger Years
Tagged a Childhood Plagued by Monsters
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You’re Cooking, NOT Making a Bomb
Experiences in making the meals and sharing it with those you’d gotten acquainted with, translated… Back in 2017, I’d worked with this section of the paper, doing an illustration for the article, “My Phobias of Cooking”, it’d left that deep … Continue reading
Woke from a Dream Last Night…
Woke from a dream last night, it was, of you, lying, in my arms, and I was, stroking your hair, I could even, feel the warmth of your tiny body next to mine as I woke up. So, was it, … Continue reading
Life, the Obstacle Course 