Just sit in front … and strike

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Today is a sunny day. The sky is clear. The wind is moderately silent and I’m here hanging in front of my laptop to strike some keys and to finish something, the outcome I still don’t know.

Some birds tweet tweet, and hover above making some aerial acrobatics from tree to tree then swooping into my window grills and back to the trees. The yellowish leaves, the brownish and a touch of green ones are drifting a ride and aiming first place to hit the finish line on the ground. The sun is hitting the plants outside the window to complete the photosynthesis process.

Oh, a brown butterfly just passed by.

The spirit of the afternoon seems to be posturing on the hotter mode. It’s beginning to hit the window pane and if it happens I’ll drop the curtains to block the searing sunlight. From time to time the wind is making a reserved blow among the crowns of trees just enough strength not to blast away those resting birds on the branches.

Dogs are barking outside. I can hear them. They bark too loud not minding the annoying uproar of hatred they show on the stray cats roaming around the vicinity of neighboring homes. They don’t realize that barking loudly too often is a disturbance next door. More often than not, those dogs blares too loud in the middle of the night at the onset of woolgathering, and it’s irritating us all. Notwithstanding, we have three lovely dogs guarding our house. Maya is so sweet and she understands what we are telling her, specially her do’s and don’ts.

Those fighting cocks, I know these cocks crow in the morning. They are supposed to be the holder of the habit given by God to wake us up when the sun rises. But why are they crowing at noon time where everybody are bound to have an afternoon nap. Don’t they have their right time to strut around and crow their hearts out ?

Motorcycles on the vrrroommm, vrrroommm from a distance, so loud it could break my eardrums. Alarming sounds of cars and trucks passing by the intersection of the highway is driving us jittery. An outgrowth of the widened roads, vehicles travelling to and from the city are driving carelessly mad because of the expanded width of the road where buses are ,likewise, on the jet mode.

Have you experience those small disruption of peace in your vicinity? Did it inconvenienced you and the neighbors?


SMILE…

A dog’s smile can brighten our whole day.

Is this a convincing smile that this dog will not bite or he will have a playful time with you ?

In other cultures, smiling is perceive as a negative expression and unwelcoming. On the contrary, people who smiles frequently are likable and approachable than non-smilers. Moreover, they can be thought of as more competent, friendly, and attractive.

Smiles can be a pre-laughing action to laughter or it is a response to laughter. It can be used to acknowledge the laughability of a joke or verbal utterances.

It can also be a sign of approval or a concealment for a disapproval. More often than not, people smile to hide some less than happy feelings. In any case, smile is far more sinister. But the most common smiles by people are displayed on their faces when they are in genuine feelings of pleasure and giddy happiness. It is long and intense with “twinkling eyes”.

There are other smiles that are difficult to classify but it can be observed on people who are trying a concealment while experiencing emotions of distress or a threat whether real or imagined, being miserable, embarrassed, dampened,etc.

But one smile that sometimes are on view on our beautiful faces. We can easily spot a fake smile by simply looking to the eyes. It is accompanied with greetings – and we’re used to politely lying about our true feelings – saying, we’re fine, even when we’re not – with these expressions fixed on our faces.

So, which smile do you wear often? Mona Lisa’s flirtatious ? Whether her smile is mysterious or not, Leonardo Da Vinci’s masterpiece nails a flirting Mona.

Smile Though Your Heart Is Aching. The song goes…

Smile more often, it makes a difference.

–o0o–

Tony A. comments on “What’s the meaning of my dreams”

Is it unusual to make a post out of a comment from a confidant? This concerns about the images during my sleep. I am a little bit distracted about the causes of those images . Why that kind of images in succession was created in my mind as I was at rest.

Last week, I wrote about my dreams and at the last part of the post I ask if there’s anyone who can interpret scenes in my dream. Tony A. was the one who made an “in-depth analysis” of my dream. He replied intelligently about the images that appeared in my dreams. He acted like a psychiatrist, scientist, and a fortune teller at the same time. (smiles) But thanks to him, he was right. His interpretation was exactly what I was thinking everyday after all these months of the pandemic. Here’s the portion from my post last week for those who were not able to read the part:

Scene 1 :

The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. ………I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing.

Scene 2 :

In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. He was a little bit concerned where I was going.

Tony A. :

Here is Tony A.’s analysis :

“The queue outside the church represents the work and social connections of the society you live in. The ‘too gentle’ advice is you accepting you don’t fit into the pattern. The link with your brother -in-law shows you have a desire to travel and leave your present environment but have no definite plans -hence the look of concern on his face.”

I find his dissection of the scenes correct. The interpretation was precise. In anticipation of my desire to return to the big city was a big obstacle for me since I keep on worrying when it would be possible. Since the first lockdown in the country was imposed, I have already spent months in the province. And that’s what I’ve been thinking of. In addition, I really miss travelling inside and outside the country. One trip has already been cancelled due to this virus pandemic.

Tony A. nailed it.

Thank you, Tony A.

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Stray…

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The other day, the morning was a little bit sunny with less clouds and fairly windy. It was a quiet ordinary day. I could smell the fragrance of the dayspring. But then, it became moldy and pungent. Then, stale as if something has been stagnant for days. As the air indoors was being invaded by a stream of murderous air, our noses were filled and suffused by the notorious smell permeating inside. Something was really wrong.

We searched every corner of the house. Under the tables, inside the cabinets and cupboards, under the seats in the living room, and everywhere that’s hidden. We found nothing. As we stepped outside the kitchen, the nasty smell became stronger making our tummy ran wild and mixed-up. We snoop around and followed the smell where it was strongest. And it led us underneath the house. We turned on the flashlight. As we moved it sideways, the light hit our subject, a hairy, browny colored animal. It’s lifeless. It’s a cat !

That was the feline that strayed to us years ago. There were two of them. The other is a little bit fatter than her. She was so thin when we last saw her.

Taking care of them was rewarding. They already killed two rats invading our privacy at night. In the morning they ran after those would-be-thieves of our dried fish and other viands in the kitchen. In return, we feed them. We gave them our left over foods. But sometimes we cook for them. Their favorite food is fish cooked in vinegar, salt, and other spices. Sometimes, we feed them raw fish.

They shared the same food bowl. When they eat together, she was always outpaced by the other cat. Faster than her eating style, it was always a no-win battle for her. The best parts of the food is consumed by the other cat while she settles for the left-over of the remaining food.

We couldn’t retrieve the dead body because it stink so strong. We couldn’t go near it. We just covered it thickly with soil after we have sprayed disinfectant to kill the bacteria and viruses that grew and appeared on the corpse.

Now, Tweety is in solitary emptiness. Sometimes I caught her staring at me with lonely eyes looking blankly on top of the washing machine. When Meng was alive, the two of them would meow, meow in grateful unison to greet me whenever I open the kitchen door. It’s their waiting place for their ration. Several times I could catch them playing with their food bowl and running one after the other.

Tweety is lonely now and I have observed that she’s sad at this moment. I will miss Meng’s enthusiastic meow, meow. This time Tweety will meow,meow alone.

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What’s the meaning of my dreams?

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Just recently, I dreamed of myself in a line outside the church. I don’t know why I was there. The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. When it was my turn to be screened by these two middle aged women, they made whispers loud enough to be heard by me. I don’t know why they made such a buzzing, gossiping into each other’s ears.

I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. What was the job’s description?

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Then I was awakened . I have slept with my right arm pinned on my right side. It hurt for a while and it was discomforting for me to be sleeping again on the right side. I changed position. It took some fifteen minutes to bring me into a pensive mood. Dreamy stage was inviting me again. Little by little I succumb into a deep repose. But I could still hear the handy rain that poured.

In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. It was a little bit concerned where I was going.

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We were not aware of his return from abroad as a seaman.

I was half asleep half awakened as I turned my other side of the body. I could still hold my mind’s faculty that I will remember my dreams when I am fully awakened. But I strained myself to stand up in the middle of that dopy drowsiness.

I was able to jot it down on paper so I could write about it.

What’s the meaning of my dreams? Anybody who can interpret this ?

–o0o–