Preschool Psyche

Remember the stuff we usually draw (or have drawn at least once) in preschool? The one with two hills, possibly a stream, a rice field, a tree (which sometimes bears fruits: apples or oranges), a "bahay kubo" (for us Pinoys) or a small house, a couple of clouds covering the sun and maybe a couple of inverted boobies that serve as our birds.

Most of us usually draw that or the picture of a family: a dad, mom, an elder sister, and elder brother, and the baby (depending on the number of members our families have).

Oh incidentally, I just remembered hearing a certain news way back that tells teachers (especially the ones in preschool) to refrain from describing a family as a group that has a mom, a dad, etc because it supposedly affects those kids who have single parents or something like that. But anyways...


My point:

Since Psychiatrists / Psychologists can somehow interpret stuff regarding our personality by letting us draw say, a man, I was thinking, is there any possible psychological explanation why children always draw those things?


Uh, just a random thought coz one time Pat brought his drawing journal and asked me to draw something. And I told him I wasn't gifted with that talent and in fact I can't even make a stick figure move or sit or whatever. So he told me to just draw something... anything that I can draw, or anything that I used to draw. Guess what I did.

I Smell Something Fishy

Upon waking up, I went straight to the kitchen and saw the fish. Hehehe. Then I volunteered to clean 'em.

Got the fish and they told me to remove the scales, remove the innards and basically remove everything that I don't see when I eat 'em.


Remove everything that I don't see when I eat fish, or every part that I think isn't edible. Noted.


Oh this is going to be fun. First, removing the scales. Easy. I used to watch my lola do it when I was a kid. So I did. The scales were all over the sink and the walls after the first fish was cleaned. Oh I'm sooo dead. Then comes the icky part. Removing the guts.


"Oh man, that's gross."

"What the fuck is this?!"

"Aw fishy you stiiink!"


Aw that fish stank like hell. While I was "scaling" the fish, one of the fucking scales fucking bounced off my fucking lip while I was griping about how fucking icky it felt and smelt. That shut me fucking mouth off. Takte baka yung susunod, tumalsik na sa loob ng bunganga ko. Mahirap na.

I was already singing while I was cleaning my second fishy. Took me an hour to clean 3 pieces. Twas fun.


"Ay may itlog! Galeng!"


Was able to clean two mommy fish-ies.


*cut to the dining table after the fish was cleaned and cooked*


"O asan na yung itlog?!"

"Ah kinakain ba yun?"

*they all laughed*


The egg looked gross, man. I didn't know people even eat them. Oh yeah! Caviar! Feeling caviar! Hahaha.

Even if I wore two pieces of plastic on both hands while I was de-gutting / de-egging the damn things, I swear I can still smell the fish on my hands till dinner time. Stank like hell. Ugh.

Poknat's Back

Now that Poknat's back, my High School barkada texted me to meet up at McDo Diliman (oh yeah, we call it OUR McDo) and catch up. Usual stuff.

As in other foot bridges I've crossed, the one in Commonwealth Ave. in front of OUR McDo "showed" another depressing scene (or scenes). On one part of the foot bridge you'll see people lying down holding plastic cups containing a couple of coins. On other parts you'll see moms nursing their babies while their other children sell sampaguitas. Nothing new there. Then on my way down the stairs I saw a kid holding a container filled with what we may consider "kaning-baboy". Reminds me of Mongolian barbecue wherein you'd pick whatever ingredients you want and then mix all the stuff up. It just wasn't that appetizing. I saw fish bones, chicken bones, rice with maybe a little water, etc. It was around 5pm then and I thought those were just the remaining stuff that they had for lunch/merienda and they're just saving the remaining food for their dog.


Then one of the kids ate from the container.


I dunno if I was going to barf or cry or maybe both. Aw gawd. What I thought was for their dog was actually THEIR food. Our dog eats more delicious (and I bet more nutritious) food than the kids I saw. It later made me realize how fucking stupid I was thinking that they even have dogs when they can't even feed themselves right.

What a very depressing sight to start off our small "reunion", I thought. I checked if my friends were already there and as always, I was the first one to arrive so I just smoked up. Then I saw another street kid coming up to a lady who just came out of McDo. The lady was holding a Sprite-float and when she saw the kid, she held out the beverage and the kid got it.


I just thought, hey at least the kid gets to down the "food" with soda once in a while, I can't. Hahaha!


We went to get groceries, cooked, then talked about our high school experiences, friends, who's banging who, who's working where, a tally on how many of us have babies already, how many are married, ex love teams, current love teams, who died, and so on.






As always, twas also fun to see how we (and our other friends) have "evolved" through the years, how stupid we've been back then, how some of us have completely changed our (their) "preferences", etc.

Then I got home, took a shower then went to bed. After like 5 minutes... dude. My head, my whole body felt so frikkin heavy, it's like I got literally pinned down by a fukkin sumo wrestler. I got up so fukkin late the next day but my head still felt heavy. It's like the exact same feeling you get when...


Whoever tripped and put something on one of my munchies better confess now or...





Dude, all I can say is... Chocolate ice cream goes well with cigs. :D