i found my travel journal from my trip to Italy in October 2003. i’ve lost most of my pictures from that trip when our computer crashed a few years back, and i love it how my first-hand, in-the-moment written accounts make me remember far better than photos ever could.
thanks to April Yap for letting me [...]
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Revisiting Italy
Posted in dust circles on November 4, 2007 | 1 Comment »
still cleaning my room
Posted in confessions of a homebody, dust circles on October 30, 2007 | 1 Comment »
so, all right. i still haven’t finished cleaning my room, it’s still as uninhabitable as the day we got back from the states a couple of months ago. i’ve started a couple of weekends back. so far, i’ve already taken out two big garbage bags of junk, a pile of paper a few feet high [...]
23 May 1997
Posted in dust circles on October 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
(unedited)
052397
Dear Honey,
You know, eventhough I’ve done this a number of times all ready, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how weird it is that I’m writing to myself. Anyway, this is the last day of the conference and like Chee Yong said, “This is just the beginning… I hope and pray that I won’t [...]
The Emptiest Day
Posted in blues, dust circles, off the wire on June 8, 2007 | 1 Comment »
i’ve unearthed this song from my old blog archives. yes, i’m still blogging with song lyrics. and i’ve forgotten how to sing it. still, the lyrics are an awesome read and so relevant to my days…
(click to listen) The Emptiest Day
They say You live in hospitals and trenches
And towers in the [...]
once upon a time, before i loved shopping
Posted in dust circles on June 1, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
it’s amazing how much i enjoy shopping now. so much that i sometimes have to restrain myself from looking into a store. it wasn’t always like this. i used to hate it. i would splurge on food, gifts for friends, and expensive books, but never for clothes to wear.
i even wrote a poem about it [...]
this was stef nearly four years ago
Posted in dust circles on March 19, 2007 | 3 Comments »
burning time
I really should burn my old letters. For one thing, they’re dust catchers, then they’re a fire hazard, and last, they hold old, staleexpired memories that one doesn’t need remembering.
I was going through my old journals for more quotes on time when I stumbled upon a crumpled page of a notebook with a [...]

