100 Happy Days Challenge


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It’s not that I’m not happy or finds it difficult to be happy. I thought this would be a great exercise to remember and appreciate the things God continues to bless me with. Sometimes, with the busyness of life, we tend to forget and take for granted the things which makes us happy. Those moments that makes us smile. Sometimes, with so much negative fodder the world feeds us, all we see is the pain, hurt, lack, discontent that lives in every corner of the world. This challenge aims to keep that in check.

I really hope I get to finish it. Maybe you can too. We can do the challenge together! Just visit the 100 Happy Days site to know how the challenge is done and register. I will be posting my hundred happy things/thoughts/points in my Tumblr page. Hope you can visit and be reminded that everyday is a chance to be happy and grateful.


A Note To Self: On Writing

For someone who claims to “love” writing, I can’t write much. Or I don’t write much. I’m serious. I can probably come up with two brilliant sentences that I would want to expand on a blog but that’s it. When it comes to the actual dirty task of thinking and stringing together my thoughts and words, I come up short. Literally.

I used to write paragraphs, 5-10 long and jargon-filled paragraphs. Sometimes, whenever I’d try to review what I wrote, I end up quitting after the fourth sentence. So maybe it wasn’t just that I couldn’t come up with the words to put together. Maybe it’s because I’m lazy. A major procrastinator. As if having levels of procrastination makes things less or more delayed. Which we all know isn’t the case. ¬†Or maybe I just happen to have so many things running in my mind that whenever I’d commit to actually putting one on paper, it slips away and gets replaced by another before I could even form a coherent sentence. Maybe. Maybe not.

You see, writing is not just an art form. It’s a discipline. A routine that needs to be done over and over (DUH. Isn’t that what routine actually is?). And over. So that you can construct sentences that makes sense. Write stories that comes alive. Report on everyday mundane things and make them extraordinary. Writing forces you to express. Express yourself – your thoughts, opinions, views, wants, needs – anything you want to. You can’t just write one blog post or an article (rehashed from a website that you think no one visits) and call yourself a writer. No, it doesn’t work that way. I don’t think Neil Gaiman sat on his writing chair (um, i’m not sure if he has one but if ever an author would think of using a writing chair, he’d be the one) for one single moment and came out with Coraline and American Gods in one sitting. I’m pretty sure he sat on that “writing chair” for hundreds of times before coming up with the final manuscript for his work. And even after he’s done, I’m certain he still continued to write just because he’s used to doing it and it has become second (or probably first) nature for him to do so.

So write. Whether you want to be a published author or a closet blogger. Just. WRITE. You want to be a writer? Write. You want to expand your vocabulary? Write. (Or maybe, for this, just at least READ.) You want to be good in whatever language you employ? Write. JUST WRITE. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be catchy (at least not immediately). It doesn’t have to be long. Or complete. It doesn’t even have to make perfect sense to others. Just write.

Write for all the good it will do you. And maybe, just maybe, whatever you churn out will have an influence, will inspire others. Will make sense. Or maybe not. Nevertheless, write. Who knows, the world will be a better place when you do.