I Can Feel It
5:06pm
I had a craving for balut last Friday. And as part of my weekend ritual or should I say end of my work week, to cap off the day/night, I settle for a sip of its juice, a scoop of its egg yolk, unfertilized duckling savoured with a spicy vinegar.
The bus terminal offers nice-looking street foods. But I could only take balut. The rest seems odd to me by the way they are served and most specially, their servers.
Anyway, I bought three. That's thirty bucks. Manong vendor put it inside a transparent plastic then added another plastic with salt in it. I regularly buy from him, I must say. Sometimes, it's him or his wife who's watching over their boiled eggs on top of a big, container overloaded with peanuts.
At home, done from my dinner, I picked one from those eggs. I was excited. Kinda like an energizer to me or something. But no. Not an aphrodisiac. I noticed from that one I chose was that letter "S" on it's more pointed tip. I slammed the egg on our chair to make a small crack so I could sip the warm juice. But to my disappointment. It was not balut. I got a penoy instead. No choice but to eat it. My mom was sleeping and I didn't want to leave that penoy almost open. So, I scooped the half-solid egg yolk just to discover that me being-so-against to-eating-penoy-sickness was still there. I usually get dizzy, for weird reasons, after eating penoy. '
There. Last Friday was not so good.
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Saturday was the usual. Grocery day for me.
I was a bit lazy checking our grocery bag from last week. I was even more lazy to fix myself so I could drop by the supermarket. It was a bit cloudy and I didn't want mud on my feet in case it rains. But of course, I had no choice but to get there and do some groceries.
I usually spend more time looking at those kitchen utensils in one part of the supermarket. Soon, I want to buy another metal thing for cooking rice, some measuring cups, new spoons and forks. I also looked at the plates and mugs. They are finebut a bit pricey. I know they are much cheaper somewhere.
The first item that went in my grocery basket was a bathroom deodorizer. From last time, it cost around P17. Now, it almost 20 bucks. I think I had a lemon-scented one before. I told myself to try the other scents. So, I browsed through each one of them. Of course, they have sizing and housing and wrapping. I kept on sniffing on each one of them. I read the notice that inhalation would cause dizziness, irritation and all. But I wanted to get the one that could be the most fragrant. I settled from strawberry. Then, moved to the other part of the grocery finishing my list.
While browsing, I noticed that I was feeling a bit off. I was not feeling so well to the point that I want to vomit. Then I figured, must have been the deodorizer sniffing I did a while ago. Dumb me.
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I overheard thesetwo conversations from my neighbors.
Scene #1:
Woman around her 40's (talking to her 2 (?) year old granddaughter: Sabihin mo k*k* mo maangot. (Say your *bleep* smells awful.)
Mother of the 2 (?) year old girl (niece of this 40 something woman) : Ano ba naman yang tinuturo mo? (What are you teaching her?)
Woman around her 40's: Mild lang yun. (It's just mild.)
Scene #2:
I was walking along our pathway going to work. It was around 7am. Regular day for me and for the school kids.
School boy aged around 8 talking to a girl aged around 7: Ganun talaga yun.
School girl aged around 7: Yung isa kinakagat yung isang aso. Tapos, yung isa naman, tumatahol lang.
School boy: Nagba-ba-bye. Galing ng friendship nila, no?
posted by Arn 
at 5:11 PM
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