There’s only one place to go when you’re feeling a little sh*tty. *[ ]

My eyes are teary.

She tries to smile, hiding her real emotions.

I hold her close. She starts to cry.

I let her go. She waves goodbye.

Her voice echoes in the room as though she is here. I feel like I’m still touching her lovely face.

I close my eyes and pretend that it’s real.

I see her smile in my mind. Yes, her sweet, little smile.

She holds my hand and squeezes it so tight. She kisses my left cheek.

I simply smile back.

I’ve been farting like a mad cow all day. Dammit.

I’ll try not to visit Starbucks this week. And next week. And the week after next.  How about the other coffee shops? Hmmm. Hahahaha.

One week before the Adidas King of the Road. I’m getting pretty excited. By the way, I have a practice run tomorrow at The Fort with my running buddies. Parang professional ang dating. Lolz

I have finished doing my laundry and I have ironed a week’s worth of office clothes.

I cooked chicken adobo this morning. It will be around probably until lunch time tomorrow.

Thanks to whoever discovered/invented/whatever-you-may-call-it Simethicone.

It’s not a question of whether I will be able to finish the 5-kilometer run or not. The real question is how long would it take me to complete it. I’m hoping that it would be under 30 minutes.

Damn.

Things are starting to get a little bit boring. Little? Hell, no! I’m bored big time.

And the best thing I could do is visit different coffee shops and drain mugs and mugs of coffee. F*ck whoever brought coffee to the Philippines.