By: Iris P. Concepcion
I have a new hobby.
I pluck a kid (must not be above 5 years old) from an array of plump and thin kiddos and request them to repeat my words in toto as I read from well-crafted (sneaky), unmainstream dailies which, guffaws tucked-in this time, report about leadership seminars in places I haven't been to or some review on books with horror, suspense and murder themes.
The reports on amazing bonding races that include rock climbing caught my own sense of freedom to embrace nature and there is my pride to don an immediate gazebo to uplift my sagging spirits. Ahhh, the wonders of words when printing presses are not for sale.
Anyway, on to my reading pattern.
It is a hilarious exercise. Like being inside a blimp and you laugh and it blows up at its seams.
I heard my name mentioned as EngStan Kunshepshon. Or in a scene talk, this girl I chose this time around muttered something like "Spiderman....". SHe wants her picture featured here but I have to read first the rights of children on photo publications; I likewise need to ask her mother if that is allowed.
Concoction gets to be mangled into cong-coction and it sounds funny and better than advertised.
I walked with this dwarf beauty and she shrinks everytime she sees street children. She thought everyone knows me by name. It is like dragging someone who is a live accessory instead of say, roller skates, and this roller skate is hilarious as hell.
We walk far to buy candies that she vomits later as it is sour. We see ruddy tots eating off dirty styros who request me if they could have what we are eating. I give them two of that "long" candy thing and my dwarf companion tightens her grip around my waist as she slyly peeks out from my dress if the kids would like the sourness of the street gift.
I need to teach her how not to be afraid of these wanderers. They just need to get scrubbed and they'd look speck and clean after like her milky skin. Or I could devise a more insightful lecture so she would not be so freaked out (about racism, etc.....).
We entered a church earlier and after doing the sign of the cross, she directed me to the kneeling pad as we laugh loudly well........kneeling. We were kneeling inside a darkened House of God like major breakout kids.
And she always says the g word like myself. It is my sword, my breathing avatar, my joke pill.
It is a hilarious exercise. Like being inside a blimp and you laugh and it blows up at its seams.
I heard my name mentioned as EngStan Kunshepshon. Or in a scene talk, this girl I chose this time around muttered something like "Spiderman....". SHe wants her picture featured here but I have to read first the rights of children on photo publications; I likewise need to ask her mother if that is allowed.
Concoction gets to be mangled into cong-coction and it sounds funny and better than advertised.
I walked with this dwarf beauty and she shrinks everytime she sees street children. She thought everyone knows me by name. It is like dragging someone who is a live accessory instead of say, roller skates, and this roller skate is hilarious as hell.
We walk far to buy candies that she vomits later as it is sour. We see ruddy tots eating off dirty styros who request me if they could have what we are eating. I give them two of that "long" candy thing and my dwarf companion tightens her grip around my waist as she slyly peeks out from my dress if the kids would like the sourness of the street gift.
I need to teach her how not to be afraid of these wanderers. They just need to get scrubbed and they'd look speck and clean after like her milky skin. Or I could devise a more insightful lecture so she would not be so freaked out (about racism, etc.....).
We entered a church earlier and after doing the sign of the cross, she directed me to the kneeling pad as we laugh loudly well........kneeling. We were kneeling inside a darkened House of God like major breakout kids.
And she always says the g word like myself. It is my sword, my breathing avatar, my joke pill.