The untimely murder of my First pet is one of my eardrum-braking scream recorded when I was 7. Mine is not the usual one - A chicken mistakenly known as crow for his deep black feather and long beak causing my superstition-loving neighbors to name him Uwak (Tagalog for crow). My peculiar bird, to my great horror and dismay was gunshot by a cold-blooded assassin which I failed to probe and murder-back (kidding). Dinner time. I remain in grief-mode and in tears. Not only for my chiken’s sudden exit, but incensed by the fact that an uncle double-murdered, cooked and served his chopped limbs to my very front. Did AJ consumed it? Not certain. But what I'm sure about is I LOVE TINOLANG MANOK (and my pet, -my poor turned delicious pet - was prepared to me in such a way). :(
“My Big Day”I muse over the day when my doting Tatay would asked me to choose between goin’ for a local Karate film with P20 in the pocket (something P200 now) or a food treat at home for my special day. Clever me at 8, I opted for cash & film - knowing my fave’ auntie (+) who has a heart of gold would still make for me her sticky rice (biko) and chinese noodle specialty (pansit) – “for long-life” she whispered, her generous way of covering the normal absence of cake, ice-cream and balloons in my bdays (which father, i understand can't afford back then). It was a Cool bid. One of the bestest treat or trick present I had. Hapi pouch + Hapi belly = HAPI-BDAY to me! To my late Aunt Remy, if she read mine thoughts from a distance, Txs for making my many bdays complete, and noteworthy :)
“Rain, rain go-away, come again another day!” My young fellow’s ritual song as they care to play in dry soil. But not my rhyme when I was 10 and below. I fancy on heavy rain w/c cascade similar to a waterfall flowing fastly over my head. Dang! I badly miss those wet days of merriment and careless abandon when the nature touches closely my skull, skin and carefree spirit - and when I madly spool my naked body (picture here a dog freed by the master) in thick beds of grass, of fading brown mud, and tough wind. My parents, ah they could outshine the rage of thunder and lightning as they lo and behold their precious son (me), in they think disgusting, for me is divine state.
I freaked-out to the fullest when our town's rice-field metamorphosed into an exciting swimming ground for there is where I can dip my legs and bathe liberally all the way, - oblivious whether I swim-deep with "non-humans" and gulp the “mineral” from the natural water.