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A Proud Mom!

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I feel like a proud mom. A mother who is proud of her babies. A mom who saw her babies grow up to become men. A mother who beams with joy everytime she sees them. A mother who is happy with their achievements… well, not really. They are fish. They are not mine. They are my friend’s.

IMG_0338I was first introduced to them a few years ago when they were these itty-bitty. No, I didn’t change their diapers but if feeding them liken to that, then I did it.

They were cute and bubbly “nemos”, yeah some resembled it, at times when Finding Nemo was in vogue. They exuded tranquility, peacefulness.

IMG_0339My friend built an exquisite pond for his “babies” just outside of the entrance door instead of piling them up in a fish tank and anyone coming to house could not steer clear but see them. They were there greeting anyone with their “smile” and free spirit.

That was his thing, feeding them. His zen moment. His time of great joy. His inner peace.

IMG_0337They knew it was time and would swim at once at the sound of the first drop of food in the water. They were hungry and fed they were.

IMG_0336I didn’t know what would become of the fishes once my friend moved to the new house but he quietly relocated the pond, fish included.  Perhaps, some died but in my wildest dreams, never thought they would grow this big and survive this long. I wish they had names!

The Lost Perfect Picture Moment

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Why I should have carried my camera with me!

Just as I have decided to carry a small notebook – after countless of tore ‘memorable’ stripped pieces of paper (I once used bathroom tissue) and post-it note stickies, to catalog my ever so intrusive thoughts that come racing at every moment; I decided after this enthralling occurrence to at least attempt to carry a camera with me at all times; just in case. One never knows when the ever million-dollar opportunity presents itself. Lol. Keep dreaming!

Anyway, last Saturday, I was on my way to the shopping center when the traffic became a tad too heavy, unhurried for my taste. It wasn’t Sunday, so I could not understand why everybody was on their way to the church.

It was drizzling a bit, so I incurred the thought that it might have been the architect as I saw no other source for “where is everyone going” aspect. To conciliate my flustered soul, I decided to take a shortcut as always do whenever I stumble upon these occurrences. (I have yet to come across anyone who enjoys traffic jam).

Just as I turn right onto a familiar street, neighboring residential communities, leading to the shop, I spotted this figure on the sidewalk to my left, strolling hastily, as if in a hurry.

The lady was approximately 5’7” tall, skinny and exhausted, in her 50’s, wearing nerdy like big eyeglasses, pasty sneakers with blue stripes, long skirt and long sleeveless shirt – she came across like sixty’s groupie – and a plastic scarf covering her locks.

She was pulling a Labrador in her left hand and a stroller on her right. However, the thing that stroked me the most and caught my interest – it could have made one heck of a picture; there is if I was allowed to take it – was what was on the stroller. It was not a baby or perhaps groceries like some debilitated people use it for but a cute, cuddly dog. I can’t pin point the breed but it looked like a Chihuahua from a far and wait, it was wearing sunglasses. How cool!

It was amusing; the picture looked perfect. The little creature just sat there without a care in the world, as if it was a queen, enjoying the journey and whatever it was taking it. I loved it. I thought about stopping and use my cell’s camera but chose to drive away instead. It was one amazing sight, one that could have made the front page had I been able to take the picture.