10:41 PM 6/12/2014
Something in the midnight air tonight makes me
feel so melancholic or maybe just sentimental... Maybe because of the evening
breeze that brings the smell of rain or the after rain aroma. maybe the
thunder... Maybe... then the "balut" vendor riding his bike shouting
around bout his merchandise. The first memory I have of balut is really of
Manila. I was probably about two years old and my then only sibling was one,
our parents took us to live here in Mandaluyong somewhere around Domingo M
Guevarra street which was then called Libertad. On some evenings when my father
and other fellow Bicolnons would gather on few bottles of beer, they would buy
balut from pedlars passing by. Those were happy times I remember to this day,
not the streets or the buzzing metro but the balut! The next of course is when
we've produced balut ourselves. Hard trying times but I missed those days...
maybe the smell of the ducks or the evening breeze in the farm... smell of the
province! guess am missing home... It's been over six months since I went
"home"... yeah maybe am just getting homesick... it's ironic that
when i go home I'd miss the metro too! the human heart really hardly gets
satisfied... or these are just one of the days that i just wanted to lay down
and do nothing, think of nothing - just feel...
