I woke up super early yesterday as I went to bed at 10 the previous night. I had planned to watch some TV to pass the time but that went down the drain as the maids had monopolised it with sinetron after sinetron. I could've played Nazi and ordered a complete wipeout of the TV room anytime I walke in there, but I'm a pussycat when it comes to my maids and pretty much let them have their way with what little time they have to chill out. (and my sisters wonder why Kak Enti is fond of me)
It was a beautiful morning, slightly cloudy and cold, mind you, because it had rained the night before. I sat on the front porch, being in the moment when I realised that I miss the ocean. Mornings like that would be perfect if I could hear crashing waves and look far out into the horizon, not knowing where the sea ended and where the sky started. I thought to myself "If you miss the ocean so much, why don;t you just go to it"....and so I did. In the next 15 minutes, I got dressed, got my camera, Ipod and cruised down to PD. Although PD isn't exactly the sort of beach I had hoped for, but hey, a beach is a beach. Besides it was the journey which was what I was most looking forward to. I'll post some pics up later as I have stupidly forgotten my memory card. In the mean time, enjoy the soundtrack...
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