it's not the year end. neither is it the beginning. nevertheless, meaningful pauses in life were never stipulated by the official calendar. one pauses when one wishes to. or be stopped in one's track, like what these diaries did to me.i forgot all about them till i swept those old copies of reader's digests out for a flea sales - my oldest copy of diary says 2000. flipping through the pages. a whirlwind of activities and names. as for the blanks, i'd like to think that i did use them well. adding all up, i sure hope that my life did count for something.
deliberate pauses. maybe i should mark them down now, yes, in the diary that's in my bag.
