What other bamboo I can think of? You know what? The house that our family had in the province was made of sturdy durable hardwood and bamboo. The bamboo materials are placed or located to the kitchen. Our bathroom was built on heavy duty bamboo poles connecting to the loo through the bamboo bridge with bamboo rails. For quite sometime the bamboo bridge which extends to at least twenty feet away from our house, I mean the bridge is connected to the bathroom. That bridge is very memorable to me on one particular incident that I wont ever forget. It is a place where my brother Ramon and childhood friends Inday and Nestor used to sit on and chat and tell tall stories. It is a place where we played and on that sunny afternoon we had that joint all together leap holding on to that bamboo rail, without fear and with all our might we all jumped. The weight of our bodies and the force, the energetic force all combined together has broken the bridge and the railings. Shocking circumstances that brought the house down, the story of that day has reached the Green Bank or Va. It was ridiculous yet funny circumstances and consequences of having the airwaves to ourselves . As a matter of fact a signal that leads to the end of the Vietnam war. Thank God! That 's our giant leap to the ground. Thank God there is no gecko, wild lizards, wild boar and komodo dragon in sight. The rest of the story? Nah, next time.
Just to let you know that NEWS travel faster in those days even without high tech gadgets. Even without telephone, cellphones, videos and TVs. Gossip and rumors travel faster and spread like wildfire. That's before the 70's.
The picture above is my photo with my loving and caring Mother, carrying me while I hold on to that special paper sort of a context while my brothers and sister waits for the test. My ever beautiful Grandmother smiles for the camera. She's a half and half Spanish mestiza. She is or was always been told to have fairly white skin. She is compared to "maputi siya, kasing puti ng ubod ng niyog." The scenery as I remember was at the Antipolo Church and the gumamela (hibiscus) plants in the background.
What the "context" for? Oh, you don't know? My mentors supposed to be the great Dr. Sigmund Freud, the great philosophers: Aristotle and Plato.
Here it is the guy. Sigmund Freud who preferred to be alienated in his dealings with the conscious analytic behavior of his patients. I happened to be not the patient but a person who followed his footsteps.
Now what? So, this is the PLAN.
Photo above: Mother Teodora, E. Verna, Sister Imelda, Grandma Honorata, Bro. Angelito, Bro. William.
