(Thankfully, the waves hugged me back.)

(This is the sea during low tide. We walked and followed it's trail.)

#33 / 030515 Remember that day--
my heart was torn and we went to the beach and watched the sea? I let the waves hug my feet and every time they go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, they took pieces of me i wanted to leave behind.

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A year late but here's more photos from Gerald's birthday trip at One Laiya, Batangas. This happened after just a brief shuteye! I woke up and looked out and saw the sea, being playful. Ha! Apologies for not sharing its wonder too soon. But pictures doesn't give any justice to how beautiful and wonderful this body of seawater is. Because anywhere with seawater is beautiful to me! Thank you for hugging me back. :)

tiny victories

( LEARNING THE ART OF BALANCE AND WELL, BREAKFAST. )

I. Monday, i had a full 8 hours of sleep - just in time for my alarm to go off, i woke up from my darling trance (a.k.a. i have new bed-sheets and i cleaned my apartment that night) rather invigorated and not the usual 'can i have another 20 minutes to sleep in' or the absurd and wistful thinking 'can the time stop for another hour' response from sleeping in late.

II. The sun's streak of light already made its way through my window and onto the end of my bed as shadows danced and danced and danced and waved 'good morning!'. I sat up and admired the fusion of the morning warmth and last night's breezy wind, playing with my toes as they wrestle each other while i stretch every bone and muscle in my body, just in case they needed a little more drive to start the morning.

III. Surprisingly, after showering, i still had ample time to cook my breakfast, so i put my electric stove on and cooked a good chunk of spicy chicken breast strips i prepared the night before. My mouth curves into a smile - well this is rare. I finally get to cook and eat breakfast and not just rely on a twenty-peso siopao my office-mate sells. I eat my spicy chicken in between getting myself ready for work and watching another episode of Running Man.

IV. 9:00 says the clock and i shock myself, am i really done with all my morning rituals? I stepped out my apartment, my footsteps light and dynamic. I didn't had to drag my legs to move forward one after another. Step, step, step, take a turn, admire the sun. 5 minutes later, i arrived at the office, already with a smile painted on my face, well and ready to share this fantastic spirit and energy within me to people i work with. I wasn't late for the first time again in a long, long time.

V. Underneath my table is a tiny box of drawers. I pulled the first one, grabbed a packet of cafe blanca and started my 10-hours with a hot cuppa of delicious white coffee. It's amazing what a good night's sleep and a breakfast can do to a person's attitude towards the day. 22 years of living and probably 6 years of struggling mornings have i only completely realized the importance of a good breakfast. My electricity might go (a little) up because of cooking on a electric stove everyday but what the hell, i love breakfasts!

So to sum it up:

1. Cleaned my apartment.
2. Changed my bed-sheets.
3. Had a good night's sleep.
4. Woke up early.
5. Had a healthy breakfast.
6. Was NOT late for work. 

Ah, tiny victories! Today, i'm a champion.