supporting wwf

I lol'ed at this more than I needed to. Haha...

everyone's got to start somewhere

You don't need to be a musician to appreciate good music. Neither do you have to be a photographer to take quality pictures.

With that in mind, you don't have to be a writer to write something good.

I just realized, while browsing my Instagram feed, that I've got several friends who are really talented. There's my friend, The Average Snapper (who I recently bumped into at the mall), who takes really good pictures - on a budget. No fancy stuff, no high-end-enthusiast-techie sh*t, just good pictures.

Then there's Super Giles, who writes short prose that are either witty, thought-provoking, or just plain funny, along with the pictures that he posts.

This one below is one of my favorite shots from The Average Snapper. (I just realized how hard it is to post a blog on iOS so just bear with me.)

calm

Imagine driving with your special someone, on a stretch of a highway along a shoreline, on a breezy summer afternoon, with the sun just about to set, with cool winds blowing in your faces, the waves glistening brightly like a blanket of diamonds slowly crashing by the shoreline, with this song playing on your radio:

The Carpenters - We've Only Just Begun (Joanna Wang Cover)

If you think that's great, then go ahead and do it. :)

non-fiction

Using my fingers, I blindly searched for the lighter that I've temporarily placed on top of my 8-foot closet. Inching further from the edge, I grazed something squishy. Curious at what it was, I picked it up. To my surprise, I was holding a dead lizard by its hand.

I'm not really scared of lizards but the squishy texture and the stench of decaying flesh made me jolt in disgust. (If it was a cockroach, I would have probably fainted. Haha... Lame.)

Anyway, in that instant when I let go of the lizard's hand, I heard a voice in my head saying "help me, help me, please... avenge my death!" At first I thought I was just dreaming. But then I realized that it was just my dementia kicking in. Haha...

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I've always thought that I was a good liar. That was until I met KK. He's the definition of a compulsive liar. Everything that comes out of his mouth is either made up or greatly exaggerated. I never knew people like him existed. But there he is, telling epic tales of his greatness to everyone he meets any chance he gets.

I have lied lots of times for understandable reasons. Maybe you did too... And we probably were 100% aware of what we're lying about at the very instant we were doing it. We still know what the truth is and we know how we twisted it for whatever reason we had. In his case, I doubt that he knows what the truth is anymore. And that's a bit scary.

lol sorry

I apologize for the rant that I've posted earlier today. Haha... I'm not deleting it though.

Anyway, to get rid of the negativity, I'd like to commend my phone for being on it's second day on a single charge. Woot! I never knew that was possible.

Keep it up and I'll never want to replace you.