Long Memory

 Some people think that I'm writing for the sake of bragging. Not true. I write because everything happens for a reason. It just happened. Sometimes hackers get in the way. Why? They don't really like me. I don't know why. Maybe you have to ask them. What bothers them? Oh, I know...they want to be like me. They are trying hard and dying to be like me and want everything I have.

For one thing, there was this guy who told me that his wife wants everything I have and he will buy them. EW! What the hell. WTF! Then there was another woman who asked me what I'm eating or what I'm having why I'm always happy and smiling. Ohmy gosh! They cannot see what I'm seeing that's why. To explain the unexplainable would let me looked weird and I'm not really weird, maybe strange. Aahahhahah!

My Mother-in-law told me that she likes me when I'm smiling because that shows I'm happy. That was long time ago, ages ago when she was still alive. I made her laugh too and chuckled with some fascinating  stories I had. Well, I had so many childhood stories but mostly feel like "fantasy" but they were true stories. I'd rather not divulge that to you or anybody because it made me feel like a child again. I have a very long memory. hey, 1TB or 2TB is not enough to fill up those memories. lol.

 Hey, somebody just deleted what I had written on this paragraph. But I have to write what I feel. What I think to believe.. Freedom of expression. It's just about HONESTY. Honesty is the best policy. However, I realized that honesty is not that their "proto-type." For one thing and only that truth is their number one enemy. Truth hurts. It brings so many crying scenes. So many hurt, pain and so many sorrowful mysteries. So I will not emphasize those long, very long memories because it is unkind for those group of people because it triggers a sense of race issues and God knows what will become of them. It's not my revenge. It is and was written in WORLD HISTORY. Being kind to those group of humans is not to mention they ever exist but you know it's already year 2021. Their great grand kids or grand children don't even knew their history about WWII and they are ashamed to show their grand kids faces. Look, not here to ridicule or humiliate your family or extension of your relatives and friends. I am not the prosecutor and my blog is not a war crime tribunal for those  atrocities inflicted  during  WWII. That was thing of the past. I am not the world historian, why act so guilty eh?

Imagine those memories and the people in those memories? OMG! Whew...

Yup, I can remember what happened to me at age 4. I can remember conversations with my grandmother, parents, with my brothers and sister, aunts, uncle and cousins and even my childhood friends at age 5-6. I can remember the old movies that my grandmother, sister and brothers watched. The first movie I watched in the cinema was "Maruja" with the most beautiful Filipina actress Susan Roces in the lead. We also watched "Ibong Adarna." After every movies we watched, my Lola Honorata (grandmother) had to stop at the market and at the stall of comics section in that market. So many komiks (comics) and magazines. My grandmother had those komiks for rent in her mini-store at the front of our house (veranda). She also made her own lemonade stand (palamig with sago). Sometimes she sold jincamas, bananas and other fruits from her island. She owned a mini-island almost at the middle of the river. She was a wealthy landowner before World War II. Hey, forget that before WWII event (that's for another blog story). I remember what our house looked like that time in the 60's. Yup, there was electricity way back then, because we have radio and Akai stereo/tape recorder and radio phono. We don't have TV. Nobody owns a television and telephone in that period of time, except for telephone at the mayor's office. The house, our home... I can even draw it. I was really good when it comes to drawing. The main entrance door was in the veranda where my Lola had her store. The front of the house has  sliding windows made of wood and capiz (flattened abalone - seashells). Our house was made of sturdy wood, bamboo, coconut palm (pawid) and galvanized iron for the roof top, the house was built on stilt, made of wood fastened on concrete cement and heavy steel and tough steel nails with screw and because few yards away was the long river that connects to the sea. When there's a typhoon, it's flooded down below but the flood water never gets into the house. Then there were lots of fresh and old coconuts that were submerged and floating on the water, some of them being carried by the rushing flow of flood water. Oh my! Long story. 

Anyway, today October 16, 2021 -Saturday is windy, stormy and not that cold. I know. I'm in Canada and the weather is not that cold. However, according to my temperature gadget the weather temp. outside is only 11 degrees Celsius & 21 C inside the house.