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It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Small stuff like hot chocolate in the morning, hearing my dad greet me good morning, receiving a sweet message from long, lost friends—and not just the usual text forwards. But of course, there are also the not so small things—getting mentioned in passing by the super boss in her monthly company newsletter, getting informed about being published in a national newspaper, getting considered to be a judge in the Philippine Webbies. Just a few wonderful things that have happened the past few weeks that give me reason enough to smile.
I have a habit of changing my Y!M status to song lyrics—particularly ones that I have on repeat. Some people react strangely to some of the lyrics I’ve posted. They think something is going on whenever I use lyrics from a certain song. But more often than not, it doesn’t really mean anything. Maybe I just really like the song.
These days, it’s been this cute song from Hellogoodbye. My favorite lines go,
“They may say some awful things
But there's no point in listening
Your words are the only words
That I believe in afterwards”
—Baby, It’s Fact
I have no problem with being friends. I love being friends with you—these days you’ve been one of the people I’m closest to. I love being around you, even if we’re just talking, and laughing about the simplest things. I like talking about how it used to be when we used to be together every single day, because there are certain things I didn’t know then that you tell me now. I hate it when we have to say goodbye, but I’m happy knowing that we’ll get together again. But what if I don’t want to be “just friends?”
The problem with me is that I easily get attached — to things, to places, to people. I used to think I could be dependent — be my own person. But I’ve realized in the past couple of months that I’m such a needy person. I constantly need to be paid attention to, and if I’m not given the time of the day, I really feel bad. But because I’ve always been the type to keep things like these to myself, I don’t complain. I don’t ask for the attention. So in the end, I feel really, really awful. Well, that’s life.
When I discover a song I really like, I play it over and over again until I’ve memorized the first notes and the lyrics down to the last word. I play it until I’m tired of it – which sometimes doesn’t happen. And when I find a new song, I start playing it, too, until it takes the place of the older favorite.
It’s the same way I am with food. I can eat fried crabsticks in pan de sal and not get tired of it even after two weeks.
Everything else in my life? I like them to be constant.
So I finally figured out what I'll do with this tiny little corner (one of many) of mine. Since my site houses all my 55 word fiction, why not make a 100words blog? This way, there are no daily posting rules, or that I have to finish an entire month to stay on the site (like in 100words.net). There will just be one – 100 words per entry. I guess I’ll have to type everything in Word though because obviously vox doesn’t have a word count function. And I’m too lazy to manually count every word as I type my entry.
My username is from a Jason Mraz song. I am more a listener than I am a speaker — which is ironic since I'm a Speech Comm graduate. I'm not entirely sure why I signed up for yet another blog when I have so many lying around the www. I even have one for work! Maybe because I have so much to say but choose not to say them out loud? I don't know.
I will find some use for this soon. Maybe.
