Thursday, May 26, 2005
Hasang a Day Keeps the Fragrance Away
A couple of minutes ago, and before a bath, my father asked me to removed our dinner's gills (hasang). It wasn't much of a task but it was my first time to do it. The hasang removal process is nothing alien to me. I've been to the market with my mom for countless of trips and I've seen the process many times over. I just have to open the opening (I can't find a better word) and clamp the gills with my index / middle finger and my thumb and voila, no more hasang. But after the first fish, the problem dawned on me. How do I know that the gills are completely removed as desired? With only my brother around, I have no choice but to use my gut (no pun intended) instincts. So, I was able to plow through 6 fishes with my bare fingers.
The point of the whole "experience", and maybe of the past days that I've been at home is that it's difficult to be alone in your house with only your younger brother and sometimes, your father. Since there is an absence of the female specie, disorder, laziness, and lousiness are imminent. And it is the older brother's responsibility to the mother to make sure everything is a little alright. And it's not that easy especially if the Suns-Spurs game is on cable. It's no wonder I have always wanted an older sister. But of course that's another story, and somewhat far from the hasang at hand
Later, I'll be in Ateneo for the meeting of the Comm Comm of the ACP.
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hehehe, hirap bang maging nanay?? pero di bale.
today, the hasang... tomorrow the world! mwahahaha!!!
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