About 8 months ago, we planned to have a photo shoot. It was full of fun.
Our research was about chicken fat bio-diesel which aims to discover the potentials of a commercial fried chicken industry byproduct–mainly the chicken fat residue. Though sleepless nights and busy days may lose your creative skills, there are always something around that might be great subjects that you would miss if you don’t open your eyes.
On the Baccalaureate Mass before our graduation, The priest told us interesting stories that will give us insights about the life after our high school years. One tells about the story about the illiterate janitor working in a company that was downsizing. The management said that all illiterates will be laid of from their jobs. But he used it as an opportunity, he used the money the company had given to start up his own business. He was the manager of his own company now when he was invited in a symposium. He got his speech and afterwards someone said “You’re successful now, who are you going to be if you just had entered schooling?” The people clapped and later he answered ” I would still be a janitor.”
Still, having a degree create a difference but learning is not just in formal schools but is free to those who are willing.
It was months ago since we replanted these bulbs yet it’s already flowered now. It seems that time passed so swift.
Just before enrolling in college, I was into gardening. Together with my family, my father molded us into having Green Thumbs. He played a great role in making us aware of how important planting is to the nature and to us humans–it can not only help give oxygen to air but also create income. But to him it is not a work but rather a leisure. Here is my video which I had uploaded just a year ago when I was planting in our orchard.
What I really meant was “I’m here in our orchard” instead of “…here in the plain.” Bukid which means a plain in vernacular is different from the Filipino, specifically Tagalog, word bukid which means a mountain.
Paper Drafts: Paper Draft video is coming!
Like any hen his mother left the nest after the majority of the eggs had hatched. Left inside was a chick with curled feet and three other eggs. He was very weak that time and with its eyes unaware of what just had happened it just listened to the sounds we create.
We brought it to our house; then placed him in his new home made from a large canister and cloths to contain his warmth. Thanks that our cats had colds that they couldn’t smell our visitor; but we still don’t trust the cats’ innocence. On the night, we were awakened by the chick’s cry, I looked at the canister but it was empty. He was hiding near my head while the cat was silently preying. Without thinking, I slap the cat with my pillow and fell on the floor.
Mighty Miming, the cat, meowed as if he regretted it. I did not want to do it but it was the only thing that came into in my mind that time.
On the other day, the chick was able to peck on rice grains. The little toes start to straighten and the previously silent chick became active. My sister gave it some grains and water. It would cry “Pyak-pyak-pyak” and silences when someone comes nearby. And would sound off again if it sees nobody nearby, still, it doesn’t want to be touched. And later, we named him ‘Pyak-pyak‘.
I would shout his name many times as I mimic a hen’s beak with my finger pecking on the rice grains. Pyak-pyak runs swift with its little wings raised as if he would fly. It would jump right off the table and on to the floor coping distance from us. On that day, we sent him off to his mother but he didn’t join the group. He was even got pecked on his head when he came near. And he ran to us crying again.
In my mind I said “It’s alright Pyak, just grow up fast and you’ll be with the others.”
The next morning, we brought Pyak outside and it really enjoyed pecking on the ‘food-rich’ ground unlike on the tiled floor in our house. He was running to and fro pecking on the soil. The cats won’t bother as they would just pass on Pyak. And by that we were at ease. It was the same on the latter days.
Pyak had its wings grown with tiny feathers. That day, everyone was busy. I was with my cousin outside when I heard my mother shouted. The other cat, Hunter, got him on its mouth. I ran and had him on my hand, he was grasping for air with its neck broken. He was a vegetable. I had mixed emotions that time; my sister ran to her room and sobbed. I saw him die and the memories flashed in my mind. He was like a baby to us–noisy nights and playful days, but that ended suddenly. I thought for a while, he was just a chick for others–a mere pet taken care of.
But for that moment I realized that at least Pyak made us happy even just for that very short time. He became a part of our family.
One after another I added chocolate cream, Nips, Cookies n’ Cream, corn flakes and SuperStix; then placed inside the ref. Yum.
The Chinese Bamboo’s roots intertwined, I discovered it when I teared its plastic pot.
I found this Photograph which was taken on June 2010. We made two sand castles–but doesn’t look like much. It was like “Ta da!”. After hours of fetching seawater, we made one.