6: Weak

It sucks to be sick.

5: Of Being A Writer

I love words. Everyday, we rely on their uncontainable power. Words are spelled out to explain and to ponder, to praise and to shriek, to wonder and to grieve. Words are left when thoughts and ideas wander and leave, when memories are replaced by today and tomorrow. Words speak of what cannot be spoken of and expressed.

Words tell. In its simplest forms and lengths and components, words live on.

4: Patience

"With patience comes victory." True to those words, waiting for 40 minutes for an FX (fare worth P15) to avoid having to fall in line in the FX terminal (fare worth P25) or taking a cab (worth P60-P70) was worth it. When I was about to give up because my mom was angrily texting me why I still was not home and my bladder was already expanded near its limits, I calmly counted from 1 to 60. If, after one minute, there is still no FX in sight, I would ride one of the many, many cabs passing by me instead. But, lo and behold, when I was at line of 5 already, there came an FX.

It's amazing how life shows you the value of patience.

3: Boring

Jokes are always half-meant. Most of the time, then, jokes are half-hurtful.

2: Gym

It's a given that I love to observe people, even to the point of staring at them. Some might think of it as disrespectful, but I'm just amazed by how different we all are, how different we lead our lives, how different our circumstances come to be. Even in a Zumba class where everyone is popping their bellies or shaking their glutes, I can't help but observe.

That tall and pretty girl.. What could she be doing for a living? She looks fit and perky, and she actually dances well. But her arms needs a bit of work.

That chubby woman who can't seem to follow the steps.. I wonder how she feels about her weight. I wonder how determined she is to lose some pounds. I wish that despite her figure, her boyfriend/husband continues to love her very much.

That old woman who is still able to move to the beat.. Her heart apparently is strong and healthy. I am amused by how she manages to keep up even with the complicated steps. She has this certain glow, and I wish I would be like her when I also reach my 70s or 80s.

Our gay Zumba instructor, whose pink Nike rubber shoes look pretty.. Is his hair naturally curly like that? Why does he still have a tummy despite teaching dance class every other day? I would love to have his work-out top, though, with the Zumba logo on it. I wonder how much that top costs.

I can go on endlessly, talking about my musings about people--people who I came across the street but will never meet, people who stepped on my foot while going aboard the jeep, people who sit in front of me during one mass, people who I sit beside with in an FX. Whether I'm riding the MRT, or shopping at the grocery, or (sleepily) reading in the library, my eyes and mind would flutter in awe. Because really, it's a wonder how varied we are as human beings but, despite how different our respective challenges are in life, we all strive to survive.

1: Never Alone

Today, I decided that I would hear mass every Sunday. I went to Megamall, read One Day while I fell in the long queue of people waiting to get into the Chapel of the Eucharistic Lord, and, once in, I found myself a seat in the upper front row where I can see the priest's face clearly. It was kind of weird, being alone among families and couples, but it was refreshing at the same time. In a way, I felt one with the people, the church. I felt one with Him. And then I realized, I was actually not alone. We are never alone. As long as we have faith, we will never be alone.

New Beginning

I realized that writing is therapeutic for me, so I think I should write more. On an everyday basis, even. I know it'll be hard to write daily, but there's no harm in trying, right? With that said, my Project 365 has just been resurrected. So that no matter what happens to me in 2012, at least it's all well-documented. Haha.