I pack my bag and lock the door. Behind me will always be an aftereffect of typhoon; a merrymaking that only happens here.
This time, the carpet of Plumeria lies there undisturbed. They will be swept away later on. And so will I.
Barefoot training? We will see.
I have been to several running events using my Nike Tiempo Natural II IC – which is for soccer – and I bought these for recreational basketball. These are not the best shoes for running and basketball but they served the purpose of not having me wear the Forrest Gump Nike shoes.
From left to right: Casio MQ-27, Casio LQ-27W, and Casio F-91W.
Those 1 bazillion-lap Timex Ironman watches were too expensive so I bought this oldtime Casio F-91W.
What a day to be alive
What a day to realize I’m not dead
What a day to save a dime
What a day to die trying
– What a Day by Greg Laswell
I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge and smashed it onto my head. The scalp was begging for some hard massage. The carton box flung as I punched it, hoping to drill a hole through and through. Two thuds from my left and right foot rung the entire second floor. There was no shadow in the room; early afternoon shadowboxing with the plywood door. I wanted to hit myself in the mirror – right in the kisser.
Rannie Taxi, 9:50 AM – I was running late as usual. The weather was almost humid; hotter than the other days.
