my little discoveries...

i've never been the one to focus on a limited number of projects at a time. which is why most of my projects remain unfinished. advice from a certain someone about "focus" got me thinking. there are a lot of things i want to do, a lot of things i want to learn and a lot of things i want to be... but i find it so difficult to wait to become all of those things.

if you want to do something, do it now.
i want this blog to be about something meaningful.

music has always been very close to my heart. and so have colors. though i'm not an artist. i've never tried my hand at painting or sketching. i have at different crafts. but besides feeling the need to, i am thinking about starting basic pigment art. i dont know whether it will suit me. one small piece of painting takes ages to complete and knowing my impatient self, i dont know whether i'll be able to live through it enough to complete it.

my mother's birthday is coming up on the 16th, does anyone have any suggestions?
besides being my mother, she's one of my closest friends.

and a lot of people find that wierd.
thats something i would like to talk about sometime.
sometimes i wish i wasn't because now it becomes difficult to detach myself from home. when i fantasise about living somewhere else, its difficult to imagine life without my mother there for me, to share with every small detail, every small theory, every small discovery...

that reminds me. every small discovery that is. 2 years ago i finally found out how hens lay eggs.
its true, i didnt know how they laid their eggs. it was a matter that aroused great curiosity. i used to wonder how does the egg end up under the hen? does it grow there? i also read the hen clucks everytime an egg is laid, so technically, how does it she know its ready?

i was watching national geographic when it happened. a chameleon was laying eggs. my mouth opened wide at seeing it. at finally finding out. during our before going to bed conversations, i told her i found out how hens lay eggs: they shit them out.

i swear it's true!
they do shit them out.
and when they cluck, they probably say something like "OUT!" or "FINALLY!!"
i mean, c'mon it has to be the mother of all constipation pains.

& when the farmer comes to collect the eggs the next day, i bet they cluck around saying something like "go ahead, eat my shit"!