antacid

while walking at the side of quirino ave, i saw this guy with a problematic face because he's very hungry, and has grease-like things on his body, taong grasa, for short (sorry for the term). i was wearing smile that time coz my stomach is full and was energized, but when i had this eye-to-eye contact, i bowed down, i stopped smiling. i was having 2nd thoughts whether to help him or not, then i suddenly remembered, antacids, coz you know, hyperacidity (probably, acidity made him doing that: squeezing, massaging his stomach). okay. that's so pharmaceutically related. but i don't mean it like that, i mean, you know, our situation? everytime i go out, i see these senior people, begging for some money and food, i always give them whenever i have coins in my pockets. i'm not that so nice and generous to give but i cal ALWAYS feel them. something's crushing my heart, and whenever i think of them after seeing them, sometimes, i just don't notice i have tears. okay, drama. maybe i can't change the world, but still, i'm doing something right, at least, to reduce. btw, you'll be inspired by post-modern philosophers, especially Simone de Beauvoir. inspired by philosophy class! haha

and hey, meet my baby, he's mine, he's handsome, he's too cute!

6 months old na si baby maddox, with ate, her mudra
ikr, he's cute!