pump this out

have you ever applied the worn out phrase "my adrenaline is pumpin!"? have you ever felt your blood pushing you arteries even you capillaries agains their walls? making your heart beats not only faster but harder. making you gasping for more air, making your brain focus only on one thing. which creates signal on enzyme and horone secreting glands to satisfy the pressure behind every cell on you body system. and your only relief is vague loneliness(for some time), or in a one side of the mountain facing the the other mountain, or in a crowd like patrons of Jesus of Nazarene?

well,i have. and the weird solution for this breathing deeply in rhythm with your heart, and shouting. lastly, during thinking about these things i realized that when one of your human system is not doing well what you feel might not wholly change. at least your are still intact with your beliefs. but when you let your emotions fell shatter you, one or all of your physical body will be affected.


non sense, i just want to shout out the stain and breath in the smell of the fabric conditioner. bleaching is not needed

it's my "first" godchild's first birthday

birthday ni zarina ann today. and i am scheduled to attend her first birthday. ann is my first-willingly-invited-and-written godfather. but i went there also because she's my neice. my first present fo her are the siopaos that my father and i made. before leaving for kalibo i really don't know what occassion i will join to. the immediate burial of my grandfather's brother? or my neice's birthday? but my father ask me to proceed to kalibo with siopaos because they will represent the family in the burial.

so, i joined my uncle with his friends for an hour ride to kalibo. i seated on the back seat facing the back literally with no roof on the pick-up. it's raining at that time. so i sat facing back, placed my red,white,blue,yellow gola shoes up on the rail and waved to anyone i saw looking at us. sometimes my shoes do the waving too. i waved to people at the further back of the funeral convoy, to a group of road fixers working on a rip rap at the edge of the cliff, to men stopping by to leak on the side of the road, to extracullicular-students who eagerly go to school even on weekends beause, there will be no class only chatting, and they don't have to wear their uniforms. if they did not notice me waving i would wistle.

the party ended good enough. but attention hunting was much more fun when i we were on the back of the truck doing anything to people we passed by with no embarrasments because they don't have any clue who we are.


t-shirt got wet and i was seen through it