Day 52: Sunlight

Not my most perfect landscape.  But how can you ignore something as beautiful as this sunrise?  It's like the sun god saying Hello World (Lady Antebellum).  I'm not really religious, but whenever I see the sky lit with sunlight, or sparkling with the moon and stars, or filled with clouds, even dripping down rain, I feel as if it's God's way of telling me, "Well, let's have you watch this miracle again."  Sort of like a magic trick.  Only this one better than anything else.  And all I can do is stare in awe.

I remember always feeling a bit sad whenever I would hear people say that they have never seen a miracle.  It makes you realize how little we appreciate the miracles that happen everyday.  What about waking up everyday?  The sun still shining?  The moon still phasing?  Children?  I know it's cheesy, but I consciously try to live appreciating that I'm blessed enough to live in such a beautiful world.  It isn't easy, but with this conscious thought, I live working harder.  Trying to give back, in the ways I know of, to pay forward every blessing that I do not feel I deserve.

Day 51: Sunday Tea

I caught up with a friend today.  It was a good Sunday to detoxify and have a good conversation over tea.  We've spent countless times at this Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf branch talking about nothing and anything.  We don't get to do that as often as we used to, but we're trying to keep up. 

I personally prefer lounging days like these, when you can enjoy the lazy buzz of the city.  I like watching the world move from church to food to movies, or whatever order is more convenient.  I particularly like long conversations at al fresco tables paired with good food and/or whatever drink suits you.  Add a little soul jazz (currently, Soon We'll Be Found - Sia) or whatever music to compliment it and you have yourself a perfect day to unwind.

Day 50: Tequila in Roses

I'm more of a wine or beer person, since they enhance the taste of food.  On occasion, though, I drink other things to toxify.  Also, partying at a club seems impossible without a drink in hand.  Although, I would have to admit that I haven't done the club scene for some time.  I felt like I've had my fill of it when I was a teenager.  The only reason I went was because it was a birthday celebration.  It felt a bit weird going back to that scene.  Or is it just me feeling too old for it?  Might be.  Did I just shame the Teenage Dream (Katy Perry)?

Day 49: Strawberry Napoleon

After another long week at work, it's time to reward myself with Strawberry Napoleon from Salcedo Market.  The day was tiring, but the food was good, as always. 

Day 48: Halfway

On my way home, I cross this island on Buendia.  I don't usually go home this late in the morning.  Normally, traffic wouldn't be this heavy and the sun isn't too far up in the horizon.  Lately, though, I had to make adjustments in my schedule because of business needs.  It makes me see the morning in a different perspective.  It's more busy and bustling, yet still drowsy.  As if people have already had the time to take in their morning coffee, but the caffeine hasn't kicked in.  It's fascinating to watch when you're Halfway Home (Jason Mraz).

Day 47: Tea & Sympathy

My creative muse seems to have abandoned me today.  This is an obstacle in this project, which I knew was going to eventually happen.  So, around the time I started, I came up with a list of things to mitigate these lull times and still allow me to progress with the project.  One of my "plans" was to put my iTunes on shuffle, press play, and use whatever song that comes up to conceptualize a photo.  Tea and Sympathy (Jars of Clay) played.  Ergo, the photo above.

Day 46: Restart

In the interest of art, I bought a fountain pen the same day I went home with about five pounds of rainforest produce.  I like writing, but I was never really fond of fountain pens.  Which should be interesting, considering that a lot of my artsy fartsy friends prefer writing with a fountain than a ballpoint.  However, I'm left-handed, and I grew up experiencing prejudice to a lefty.  Every design, concept, architecture and activity I could think of was formatted with a right-handed individual in mind.  Think of doors, keyboards, faucets, and musical instruments.  (I remember the first thing my music teacher asked me when I told him I'm left-handed, "The violin is a right-handed instrument, it's not going to be easy for you.  Are you up to the challenge?"  Arrogant little brat that I was, I said yes.) 

Then there were writing instruments.  The fountain pen was not exactly designed for a lefty.  Writing in slants isn't exactly comfortable for my left hand.  But arrogant little brat that I still am, I decided to challenge it.  The fascinating thing really is, after years of literacy, I am now practicing how to write like I was five.  Funny, it's like going back to the Start (Depapepe).