For the past week I haven't been sleeping earlier than 4am. Blame it on the body clock. or yes work. or George Martin. I am basically surviving this work week on the premise that most (if not all) of my presentations got booked in the late afternoons until wee hours.
Honestly, I want to run run run again. Not because I want to lose whatever it is I gained last December but I'm badly missing the palpitations not induced by coffee. I miss sitting under the trees, feeling the morning breeze, staring at swaying leaves, morning sunrays passing through waving trees, watching people around Ayala rush to work. chipmunks.
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I really admire people who've been through a lot and still maintain a cheerful disposition.
I think I'm going to drag M to the local museum on Saturday. I hope it's open on weekends.
Spell coherence.
Promise I'll share a better story on my next post.
Oh wait I remembered something. Haha when I got home earlier I managed to sneak in and surprise our dog. I think I literally saw him jump. Sorry Tadi.
Self pooortrait! Not really. poof! (mung bean disappears)
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