Post #2

Those Baby Blues 

This is the blue-eyed bulol from the BenCab Museum in Benguet. I first saw it around three years ago, when I first visited the museum. It's still there! I think it's part of the permanent exhibits but I could be wrong.

I fell in love with it because of its blue eyes. It's like an alien god blessing the northern part of the country with its blue eyes. Now that doesn't make sense. Anyway, we don't have much blue-eyed gods here, as far as I know, so seeing this years ago (and even when I revisited the museum) made me happy. 

Why?

We're a brown-eyed, brown-skinned race. Or black-eyed even (as to how the iris is seen with black pupils is beyond me). The blue eyes in the bulol makes it different from us. And now it reminds me of an article published what, early this year, about the first English people as black with blue eyes. Or something to that effect.

It's lunch time here but I'll be eating mine much later. And now ideas are competing in my head as to what to write next. Second post and I barely write about something. Life.