And I keep saying over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
Over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
On the corner of Farmers Market, people were buzzing around a pile of boxes and what it seemed was a woman being trampled upon. As I walked by, a promo girl shoved a pack of folded yellow cardboard. Opening the thing, I knew it was for moms. There were seven Maggi Mysabaw sachets tucked neatly inside.
I bought a pack of polvoron from Goldilocks so it wouldn’t be embarrassing buying just two sticks of candles.
My first encounter with their polvoron was when my grandmother visited us and she brought it as pasalubong. It was in 1996, I guess. Since then, I always liked the taste.
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.
