If I can't have it, neither can you.

Developing crab mentality.

Came up grabbing each other in a "king of the hill"competition and prevent them from escaping.

Horribly Apologetic.

Learning from mistakes but haven't applied recently. Keep on doing same mistakes over and over again.

Ditching this and that.

Being thoroughly catlike and complaining about everything so much that I can now be named "Electronics."







Am I going to write the same old "I will not do it again" thing on sheets of paper?

Writing is like drawing hieroglyphs

I draw when I draw. You might be writing when you're writing,
but I'm just drawing when I do. I wish I could think of something to write about.

One more thing, penmanship. My penmanship looks like hieroglyphs since before. I wish my penmanship
will improve before I go to work years from now. If not, a big slap on me for sure.

Forgotten along the way

Hey there Royale. How are you today? I'm here to molest your pages
with nonsense things again. 'Listening to Pachelbel's Canon in D Major,
he's pretty good.

A while ago, I was fixing my room and found out piles of junk and
pieces of papers I used years ago. Some are forgotten along the way,
some are lost as I move in higher education every year.

Tests papers, notes and the likes. It'll turn out into a book if I would compile them.
Lucky you buddy you aren't a notebook or something 'cause you
might also end up like them too.

Instead of throwing or burning them away, I'd rather keep them for
reference. Just in case.

Andato ma non dimenticato.

Silenzio

Silence is a kind of therapeutic communication. But sometimes, it turns out to be non-therapeutic.
Why?

Because in your silence, someone feels neglected.

Better not to be silent nowadays, right?

Discovering what's ahead

The lights from the nearby lamp shade shone warmly in my eyes--that, I could most vividly recall. I went to this page and typed:

Scoprendo che cosa è avanti. Spero che sia qualche cosa di bello.

Discovering what's ahead. I hope it's something beautiful.

A wish of luck on my online journal-writing.

What's this?

Here's a little thought I've been putting off for quite some
time now. I happened to be able to have some time to myself
'cause I couldn't answer my homework and write reports,
so I started writing on this online journal.

This is a little tribute to the great musician, Johann Pachelbel ().
I know he's on to music as I am doing in this little...joint effort.
And yes, I've heard Pachelbel's rendentions myself.

The online journal's called "In D Major" because of the musician's
greatest piece, Canon in D Major. What I'm doing is writing all my
queries from what I think of. The junk I write in this can get really silly.

There are times that I can't think of anything. That's when I give up
and skip writing. I can try my best to write as soon as I get some free
time and silence at this journal I fondly call "Royale."

About

Dylan Silverheart.
19, currently on his junior year in College in La Salle,
takes interest in music, feeling and emotion.
I live in the Philippines, and it's getting hotter
nowadays.

He often talks to this online journal
and I know you think that's stupid.