We went to Brighton on the first of June, that's the hubby's birthday. I can't do photo shoots set with the sea, stones and the ships as background. I look so bloated, too much carbs in a regular Filipino diet. The water at the beach was cold, Britain is typically cold nine months of the year. It's something for the little one to enjoy. Maybe we'll go back August, try the water and see.
My birthday was blah as per my usual preference. Unless it's a weekend where I'm not limited to a six-hour window, I couldn't do much with the six hours of free time when the young daughter is in school. I move like a tortoise which doesn't translate to increased productivity. But when it comes to presents, I've got another pair of trainers and Honey (not literally) reminded me about my crochet projects in mind by suggesting she wanted to give me a book to read and which made me think why not a beginner's guide to crochet as I'm still in the middle of On Beauty by Zadie Smith.
But there's still magic being part of Gen X. We didn't grow up with gadgets or even a PC. The portable typewriter was the bomb. I could have typed and typed and wrote articles. Then I realise, well the generation of Rizal and Graciano Lopez Jaena did not even have pens. But they still turned out to be magnificent writers and have schools and streets named after them.
Now, the social media people have a written and video platform and use it to spread negativity? They should use the technology for good like volunteer for an uplifting cause or just be a nice person per se.
