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(^,^) 3rd Mo

     
     Along with your turning of your 61st day was August’s gush of wind and longer pitter-patter of the rain on top. There are the scales of proof you are every inch growing if not for the tops that used to be draping until your ankles; now  inching above your protruding abdomen. Thanks to your ravenous appetite both for sleeping and suckling. Your tiny toes and prickly fingers to your arms and thighs were ballooning. Your cheeks are stuffed and are puffed some more. When you wriggle to stretch – told to tickle your growth plate, contract your abdominal muscles, fix your stare, squeeze your forehead into redness with some folds that ashen, will mom has to hear the passing of gas of abominable sound? Chuckles are registered on mom’s face but the worry of formidable colic ebbs away. Your lids droop to slumber with your arm draped over your forehead or somewhere else over your face. Even to the innocent sounds of everyday, you stir up into either slow prying of your eyes with some or even no coaxing brings you back to dreamland, or, crying for mom to pick you up and let her do some Lisa Macuja steps and Anne Curtis hum. Mom’s unbelievable talents are known each day and skills are whetted. Some days, mom frets for your taming and toning down. When mom is not sure would she keep you tucked in her arms for hours until she gets convinced, she painstakingly sends you to cradle. Mom’s baby after an hour or two would be awaken on a wet nappy or rooting. Baby’s mom frantically has to be unexpectedly fast in finishing the laundry or whatever that spins her like a non-stop top.
     Fainting from my thesaurus, pleasure became synonymous to work as sleeping homonymous to slipping into the world of mom-hood. As mom clips your nails, tousle your pinchful of hair, caress your belly buton, sniff your milky breath, and tickle your feet, she leaves panic at bay with the checking that you are all OK.

     Today you wake up with bedding creases on your fledgling skin and everybody gets to you simultaneously as if there was a crowd to weave through and the need to elbow one out to who will carry you. Tomorrow you will skid harum-scarum around getting everyone’s attention, and will chortle, “Moma. Dada… Yoya Ema, Wowo Ludi, the other Yoya Wima and the other Wowo Emeh are the best in the world!”  Yesterday was a learning of first timers: first-time parent, first-time aunt, first-time uncle, first-time granny and first-time grampy.   

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World 🦎 Day

August 14 . A gecko I photographed in Bugallon during our externship way back 2011. The lizards I stalked on perfecting shots of them against the frosty window. W orld Lizard Day, celebrated on the 14th of August every year. As with most of the oddities, the origins of this day are unclear, but it is being celebrated across political boundaries by the niche of reptile-lovers, conservationists and educators. M ost celebrations of this holiday occur at the local level, through events organized by schools, natural history or science museums, zoos, national parks, conservation NGOs etc. These can vary depending on the audience involved, but information sessions and fun activities usually remain a constant. Local pet stores may hold events for kids, to acquaint them with the pros and cons of keeping a lizard as a pet. Online communities also take this opportunity to pay homage to the cold-blooded reptiles, and increase the information flow around them. World Lizard Day has not yet be
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Thursday morning. I woke up with a mental list of to-do’s. $*|?**$ visit to deliver IV fluids. Get back to do the laundry. With my second to the last PUJ jibe, the open doors of the church invited me in so the last two hours were spent hearing the mass. At the middle of the Eucharistic celebration, the heavy downpour added darkness to the dusk creeping in. Having waited for ten minutes more, I decided to wade waters to get to the last jitney back to the doctor’s quarter. (So this is Manila and its famous flood.) My feet getting cold with the pooling of rainwater inside my shoes reminded me of laundry powder so I dropped by in a mart for some. Finally with the nighttime shower done, I hanged the last piece of the three-day soiled uniforms for air drying by the washroom. After hungry tummy pacified… Oh zzz’s, come to thee… 
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World Veterinary Day

I have chosen to study doctor of veterinary medicine for the sake of improving the animal-dom. This was what I had in mind count six years ago. In the novice-ship of being called doctor, I found my fair share of heartbreaks that I had to endure. Forward to a few more months and this year’s newest brands of animal-loving ambassadors would be born. I then too was euphoric then anxious of nearing the attainment of another page of the bright future. Who was told that hurdling the board successfully would lead you to an open arena of beasts? Every new set of scrubs I add to my wearing out ones are piling of stories that sting me. I started with a very new and freshly pressed coat, at its whitest. Looking cool but butterflies were in my stomach, racing vital signs and swirling mind, I took over the swivel which catered to the success of the clinic for my first workplace. Crowding of the receiving area excites my cerebral perplexes but does not favor with the approaching ticking of lun
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