FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY ๐๐๐ POEM 86 ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐๐บโ๐ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ด๐๐ป ๐๐ป ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐, ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐ช๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ท๐๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ต๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ป๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐น๐ผ๐๐๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ผ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ผ๐ณ […]
FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY POEM 85 ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐, ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ด๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐ฎ ๐๐๐บ๐ฏ๐ผ๐น ๐ผ๐ณ ๐น๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฟ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ช๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ด๐ด๐น๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐ช๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป […]
It takes me about an hour to write each of my published posts. It takes Kaima about 30 minutes to do her write-up before I publish. It takes Chizzy 10 minutes or less to write her poems, short and long alike. Recently, we needed to research a particular topic and they finished long before I […]
FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY ๐๐๐ POEM 84 ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ธ๐, ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐ป๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ด๐น๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐, ๐๐ผ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ป๐๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ฑ๐๐๐ธ ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ป ๐๐ป ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฟ, ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐,๐ช๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ณ๐น๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ด๐น๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ข๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐ผ๐ฟ๐ […]
FROM KAIMA’S DIARY ๐๐๐ In the beginning, there was only the Voidโa vast, silent expanse where time and space had yet to find their rhythm. The Void was neither dark nor light, neither cold nor warm; it simply was. Within this emptiness, a single, infinitesimal point of energy began to stir, a spark of potential […]
FROM KAIMA’S DIARY ๐๐๐ In the bustling metropolis of Arcadia, life moved at a frenetic pace. Skyscrapers towered over the streets, and the hum of traffic was a constant backdrop. Yet, amidst the cityโs ceaseless activity, a creeping darkness began to take hold. It started subtlyโsmall cracks in the pavement, whispers of unease in the […]
When my office was on the Island, I usually closed work at 4:30 to beat the traffic on the third mainland bridge and other axis. By that time, the road is free from the Island to the mainland and driving is seamless. From 4:40 and above, you’ll be shocked at the traffic build-up on the […]