Disinhibitions

Heart beating fast. Fingers trembling. Senses tingling. I just finished washing dishes at 2 in the morning, much thanks to the research study that my group mates and I have been polishing for the past hours of the day before and the opening ones of today. That water container accidentally falling and skidding across the floor sounded one hell of a robbery at this unholy (or holy, rather, because of the event) hour.

I just finished drinking 250 mL of barako coffee. Not that much, until you consider the fact that I dissolved enough of the stuff for half a liter of water. And the caffeine takes over my body.

I started this blog, although incoherent and has no understanding of order, because I don't want to flood Twitter with my posts since I, myself, hate people that flood my timeline. And I'm currently in that uninhibited state brought about by the substance by which I have mentioned beforehand. Hence, this entry can be considered as one of my brain diarrhea, keeping in line with my blog title. And just like it's namesake, it's not going to be messy and disgusting. Continue at your own risk. 

Batangas has introduced me to two very potent substances: lambanog and kapeng barako. Both are organic and have not been tampered with other chemicals during their production process. Both do not have what their chemically tampered counterparts bring about, specifically hangover and post-caffeine sleepiness for lambanog and barako, respectively. And both get me in this state. Batangas, you are a place to be reckoned with.

This might be borderline blasphemous but I just have to get it out of my system to take my mind off it: Thought of wearing my 'Outbreak' runner shirt later for Easter Mass. There. Stone me to death. I am sorry. 

Traditions. Remnants of folk Christianity that has pervaded our culture, integrated rather. Proven against the test of time, it has remained a staple in our religious lives. The Lenten Season in the country has always been brimming with religious activities that have roots that can be traced back to the Colonial period. And these traditions have been an integral part of every born-Catholic in one of the largest Catholic country in Asia in terms of population - the other being East Timor (says Wikipedia). My mother introduced me to Misa de Gallo when I was a kid and I have inculcated the habit until today, so much so that I felt frustration when I wasn't able to complete the novena dawn masses back when I was in second year college - thanks Fabella for that - and during my third year - this time, due to excessive sleeping. So I made sure that I will get back my streak last year. Despite the early morning clinical duties, I went to the dawn masses, sometimes leaving just before the Communion part of the mass so I can report on time for my morning shift duty. After nine mornings, I was able to stand again and proudly proclaimed that I have completed the nine Misa de Gallo masses. I may be a few months shy (a few days from now) from turning 20 but I still believe He will grant me one wish if I complete the novena for His birthday.

He has this funny thing of granting my wishes. For the past years, He has always granted my wish on Easter or a week or two after that. Technically, He is still granting my wish on a Pasko. Pasko ng Pagkabuhay, that is. Jolly good fellow, that Big Guy up there is! Hopefully, He'll grant my wish for this year 16 and 19 days from Easter this year. 

It's almost 3 AM in our clock, which is half-an-hour advanced according to my laptop's clock. Caffeine-operated 'battery' almost running out. Must sustain with cold bathing water-operated battery soon enough. 

Oh, by the way, two barriers partially taken down! One more to be dealt with on the eve after our research defense. 

Out of words now. Toodles!