enough of the metaphors. this time i will be more conversational. let me reverberate the words that formed a drum of ancient earwax in my clean-free ear for the past 20 plus years of my life.
20 years ago...
"read! read! read!"
"sing for us! sing for us!"
"wake up. i left 20 pesos on your bedside table and drink your milk, don't go to the beach. bye."
"why do you always want to sleep in your mamang's house?"
"do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-ti-do. next octave."
"you know what to do after dinner right? wash the di-shes"
"why do you always debate your religion teacher?"
"enough of the guitar! eat!"
"why is it that when you kiss your sunday school teacher you always have that naughty smirk on your face?"
"wake up! wake up! wake up! remember each rose needs a pailful of water for bigger flowers to bloom."
"stay.this is only for old people."
"i can't believe that your pops has yet another woman."
"come here. *hugs and kisses*"
10 years ago...
"^&%#$ *^$@# @! *&$"
"why are you always late?"
"study earnestly, so you can buy yourself whatever you want"
"you were the last one on the drums, where is the drumstick?"
"tension and release"
"its ROTC always, Respect, Openess, Trust and Care"
"you better stop on that theater org. you always come home late"
"hello? prayer chain this friday? see you there."
"is it just coincidence again? why is it that whenever you have a problem you eat a lot."
"let them be if it makes them happy"
"i hope your pops is not a hopeless case"
"come here *avoid and cover punches and kicks*"
5 years ago...
"more beer?"
"what if we see a dufflebag full of money?"
"go home."
"you've changed a lot."
"this guy is crazy!"
"what do you think?"
"why are we born poor?"
"not everyone thinks like you"
"i love you."
"last stick."
"Always pray for your pops."
now...
i have yet to gather more as i draw the line next week. until now, that's as far as i can hear the voices in my head. i remember a theater exercise called memory recall, and i tell you it's not that easy hearing voices on the ears of your head. i'll stop now before i stealth this infliction with metaphors.
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