Day 66: Keep It Short & Sweet

Nothing beats good-old classic taho.  Period.

Day 65: Next-Door Neighbor

To be honest, I don't really know my next-door neighbors.  I'm not entirely the neighbourly type.  Right outside my window, though, this is what you'll see.  The building I live in is right next to a church.  I sometimes joke that I hardly miss Sunday mass.  I wake up to it. 

If truth be told, though, I haven't heard mass in a really long time.  So long, I've forgotten when was the last time I actually heard one.  With me in the church, that is.  I know that the last time I've been inside a church was because of a baptism.  These days, you don't necessarily have to go through a mass to get baptized.  Which tells you another irony about me.  For someone named Faith, I'm not very religious.  I'm not an atheist, don't get me wrong.  I believe in God.  How can this entire universe be so beautiful and amazing without a mastermind behind it?  Besides, He's about the only constant entity there is.  Everyone else will manage to fail me, except Him.  It's the religion I'm not entirely comfortable with. 

I'm not saying that the Church is bad or wrong ar anything like that.  I just find it difficult to understand how a God so good will punish me so much for cursing every now and then (I've got it better now, believe me.  I used to curse like a sailor until I got surrounded by kids).  I'm not going to start talking against a God people believe in or talk about what I believe in.  This photoblog was not intended for that purpose.  I think that's a choice we all make and have to respect.  But, if anyone's interested about my religion, I'm more or less a nominal Catholic bordering agnostic.

Ending the weekend music: I Run To You (Lady Antebellum)

Day 64: All is Well

Lazy weekend.  After several weekends of going out, I think it's a good time to stay home and relax.  The agenda included an hour of pilates.  Unfortunately, I'm just too lazy. 

Let me go back then to the word believe.  I did mention in a recent post that I like the word believe.  Sometimes, I end up buying things because I see the word on it.  This is one of those things.  It's supposed to be some sort of healing balm, claiming to cure migraines and such.  I have not been ill enough to need it, thank God.  I like how it smells, however.  Minty.  Sometimes, I'd sniff it after a long day and it helps me relax.  If you think of it that way, it does prove true it's claim - All is Well.

Weekend sound trip: Lay Lady Lay (Magnet feat Gemma Hayes)

Day 63: Eating Like the French

A friend told me once that I eat like the French.  This made me curious, since I don't really have any idea how the French eats.  So, I asked and found out that the French eats slowly and savors their food.  Apparently, I do eat like the French.  I love food, you see.  I love to enjoy it.  It feels like wasting food if you eat something and not savor it.  That's why I have always been a slow eater.  I've always been known to spend my entire lunch hour doing just that - lunching.  Eating and drinking is experiential, for me.  I do not even strive to become a food critic.  I mean, I think that salted french fries are one of the most divine things created.  What does that tell you?  You don't really have a food connoisseur here.  There hardly seems to be any bad food for me, to be honest.  Sure, I don't really like green, leafy vegetables.  They make me feel like a horse.  I will eat them, however, if they enhance the flavor of my meal.  Same thought on wine and other beverage.  I like picking out the ones that will make food taste better.

We all have the sense of taste.  I have never really heard of anyone having a taste handicap.  Maybe that's just God's way of saying you all deserve to enjoy your food.

Day 62: Different Strokes

A friend as addicted to office supplies as I am bought these cute little craft punchers.  I've been joining a four-hour call daily for the last week.  To keep my focus in check, I got crazy punching little moons, crowns, frogs, and flowers on my post-its.  That sounded contradictory, but I focus better when I'm doing something else.  Kinesthetic, they call it. 

Fast-forward to the end of the day, and I'm in a four-hour breakfast with friends.  We started talking about differences in people and how these differences bond and break us.  Diversity, in a word.  Sometimes, it's misused and abused.  Other times, people are just confused about it.  I have learned to sum it up with a philosophy I live by: Agree to disagree.  We will all have differences.  I cannot always agree with someone else, and I cannot always disagree either.  I can't always be right, and neither can everyone else.  I have to accept the differences in Everyday People (Sly & The Family Stone).  I have my non-negotiables, of course.  Things like values and beliefs.  There, however, are always going to be different strokes for different folks.  One way may work for you, while it may not work for me.  That doesn't mean I have to crucify you for it.

One may be a moon, another a crown, even another a frog, and another a flower.  The punches we make, though, eventually multiply us all to a pretty cluster.  So, there's beauty in diversity.

Day 61: I See The Light

This shot reminded me of the floating lanterns in the Tangled movie.  Weeeee!!!!

After 61 days on this project, I haven't lost the excitement I get everytime I take a photo that makes a day memorable.  It definitely helps that I'm not doing this project on my own.  I like seeing snapshots of everyone's day on my blogroll.  Sometimes, I look forward to checking their posts than creating my own.  It also helps that the people around me knows that I'm doing this project.  Sometimes, when I tell them that I haven't taken a photo for the day, they would proactively look around for a subject.  It's fascinating to watch, really. 

What I do find challenging is finding something to appreciate everyday.  Something beautiful to freeze in frame.  I mean, I have had bad days.  I will still have bad days.  I may not even always wake up to coffee and feel-good music.  I'm pretty sure, though, there will always be at least one good thing everyday to chronicle into a memory.  Which, for me, is what this project is all about.  To be able to find something beautiful everyday, or find another way to see things so they can be beautiful.  When I look back at it, I now have at least 61 good memories and things to be grateful for.  And I still have 304 to look forward to this year.

I commend the ladies who have endeavoured to take on this project, whether it be your 61st, 31st or even 1st day on it.  It isn't easy, but we're on it, right? 

"All that time, never truly seeing things the way they were." - I See The Light (Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi)

Day 60: After the Rain

March brought in the rain.  It felt like summer rain, too.  Maybe because it was just so hot the last few days.  It really smells like it's almost summer, and I like that.  It makes you anticipate for summer.  Which is simply fantastic because this country has the best summer in the entire universe, hands down.

Although, I'm probably one of those people who actually like the rain.  I don't like flood, which is an after effect of heavy downpour, but I like drizzling rain.  The ones you get before or after summer.  The kind that comes with a light breeze and leaves a rainbow after.  I like how people move after a rainfall, too.  The closing of umbrellas and the slow progressive movements.  Kind of like awakening.  I like the little puddles in the gutter and the glistening pavement.  It must be the romantic in me, but the aftermath of a rainfall feels like poetry in motion.  It's really like watching something somber turn luminous.  Because believe me, after the rain, would always come the sun.

Nearly summer rain song: Raincoat (A Passing Rain) Tearliner