43 of 365: It is. You can live a life based on lies too, and that doesn’t even require you to say anything. I know a certain mermaid who did it. :D
Written Feb 12. 1040 AM at Home
42 of 365: I don’t have a driver’s license, and I don’t think I got what it takes to drive (or let alone afford a car) lol, but I know what this question wants: me to rant about my mugshot, and yeah, my ID pics suck.
Feb 11. Written Feb 12. 1030AM at Home
41 of 365: I wrote a formal letter to my Dean (boss at work) the other day. It was actually for a colleague. I won’t get into the details, but we were out to seek justice.
It feels good to be able to help somebody out, but I still feel bad for what happened at work.
Written Feb 10. 850PM at Home
40 of 365: Brains. Passing Zombies often rave about that, lol, physically, I don’t get a lot compliments, but I remember someone saying I got a nice smile - not necessarily a good set of teeth, but my signature grin is kinda’ nice, I guess. My eyes too - they turn to mischievous slits when I smile.
Written on Feb 9. 7PM at Home
39 of 365: Everything you’ve been through contributes to who you are now. My experiences - good or bad - are opportunities for learning. I think I learned a lot from the good things I have experienced because I have grown to be appreciative of what I have. Thankfully, I have never been through really awful circumstances. Life is good to me.
Feb 8. Written Feb 9. 615PM at Home
38 of 365: I was born in the 80s, spent childhood in the 90s and lived to see the turn of the millennium in the 2000s. I am fortunate to belong in a generation who experienced the thrill of traditional Filipino games, climbed trees and flew kites. I have witnessed many things and became thankful for the simple pleasures of life.
My ears have heard some of the world’s most wonderful music, produced by people who have something to sing about - the kind that’s untainted by the pyrotechnics of this modern world, the kind that doesn’t need to hit the charts to be appreciated.
My mouth has tasted quality home cooking - food that did not come from sachets and pouches and served on counters. I drank juice squeezed off the fruit grown on someone’s backyard, sold by children who are not busy playing video games inside their rooms.
I have held the hands of people and felt their souls coursing in their pulses - comforted by their warmth and close contact. I have visited houses of friends, threw small stones in their windows, rapped at their doors and said what I wanted to say while looking at their eyes and seeing myself reflected in their irises. I laughed and cried with them, offered my shoulder or sought theirs - all these before communication reduced them inside rectangular boxes and emoticons. I wrote letters and sealed envelops with kisses instead of gifs. I waited behind posts, under hedges and above leafy branches, waiting for someone special to pass by - instead of stalking them online and liking their posts.
I am not saying that my generation is any better than the ones which preceded us and even those who will succeed us. I am merely enjoying this nostalgic remembrance of days gone by. The generation now and the other generations to come will also have their own share of happiness, and I wish it would be as fun as I have experienced it.
Feb 7. Written Feb 9. 440PM at Home
37 of 365: Who am I? Right now, I am associating this with song lyrics. I am singing Casting Crows, Jean Valjean and Fun’s Some Nights.
I don’t know who I am. I am still in the process of learning who I am supposed to be. I do know what I want, but I think that won’t define who I am. Who am I? Right now, I am simply living, but wait til I begin to live life.
Feb 6. Written on Feb 9. 1120AM at Home