Dirty Ice Cream

P.S. I think I look stupid in this photo but Mr. Ice Cream Vendor is keeping it cool (",)

When i was eight. I used to spend all the coins i can dig from my pockets to buy dirty ice cream from around the corner near my school then. I remember always negotiating with the ice cream vendor to make my ice cream cone higher by adding more scoops. I was such a patron of his rolling tin cart of ice cream that eventually he told me a little secret. He told me that whenever someone would request for additional ice cream scoops, he would squeeze on his ice cream scooper and because it all happens too fast, the customer thinks a scoop is being added but actually he is scooping off the ice cream cone, therefore you end up with less scoops of ice cream than before you requested for additional scoops. Before we know it, we've been punked (",)

Last Sunday, I enjoyed a cone of dirty ice cream. I tell you i never fail to not remember what that vendor from back when i was still eight told me. (**,)

Prehistoric Incubator

This is an incubator. It is almost like an ordinary baby basket. I wouldn't know how to operate this, its not like i was here back then when cash was still mickey mouse money (read up on your history books). (",) Wow but this is great right? Imagine a premature baby relying on this piece of wooden invention. I wonder if this was made in the Philippines. This incubator is located in what seemed like a hall of fame or a museum full of memorabilias of Philippine health care in the old but definitely thriving Fe Del Mundo Hospital in Banawe, Quezon City.

Central Market

Central Market. I took these pictures weeks ago when i still had the time.

I walked around clicking my camera, almost gaping at every thing I saw. It was beautiful. I haven't seen a 'Bunot' since high school. Almost everything was shouting 'Native' "Indigenous' "Made in The Philippines'.

Life is too fast right now. I wonder if things like these will last for another century. I almost forgot they existed. It was fascinating. I grew up in the Philippines. I don't live far from here and yet i was standing there like Alice-in-wonderland, as if everything was either prehistoric or something new.

And then i realized these things are familiar yet wonderful not because I was born and raised in the Philippines but because it reflected a culture that is gradually fading into the background of the modern day. And that some how my subconscious knew. This is what we call cherish the moment. (",)

Shallow. Some may say. To appreciate such petty things..., but then again what is shallow? (",)