my mind wanders... on a thought of a green sunset

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Mendicancies

What if too much happened in one day?

Do not react violently as it may seem.

     I woke up early, morning of November 27, helplessly drowsy and my eyes drooped beyond good reason. I resumed my routine. I can’t be late for the meeting. Especially in this one, because it was a promise I need to keep. Crayons are always made to be broken.

     True indeed, I got into a bus at 8:45 A.M. Really! I was this early. The rendezvous time was 10:00 approximately maximum. The rendezvous point was between the Scoopery and another stall that I forgot the name. SM Manila was already half-open. It is half-open. I don’t know why. But it is.

     I saw Phil and Carlos Miguel already there, talking and taking pictures of the hanging décor in red and orange. It was a smash (because I was not late) but it also was a drawback (because Philippe told CM that I was 90% late on meetings of some sort). Ouch. It hurts for some reason. But I let it go.

     So we started early with the dancing, my legs cramped a bit and we almost like owned Quantum for ourselves. We are making it a career. A very expensive enjoying career that I really feel that improvement stumbles in.

     Clip it out! They came in one by one. So we became six ultimate bona fide dancers… pH, CM, Gelie, Niňo, Julius and me. The music sedated us like morphine and coursed our veins that expanded our senses. The mendicancy for more started.

     The trick is to swing to the music.

     It became the least of their worries.

     So, we ate at Jollibee. We get to sing “So Slow” on the counter. Let’s take it slow.. So Slow. It was harsh… We were so hungry. And every second felt like an hour inside the food chain.

     Status: kuruh.

So 1 PM we went to school. There was an attendance sheet, a crazy buddy scheme and rolled-up stick flags. Wave!

     I don’t remember the time of our departure from the school. We walked to the Quirino Grandstand in Kalaw. It was probably a 1000 meters or so.  It was a heavy flow of crowds. Whew! The Mascians were stuck behind the trees. Now, a part of Hertz and Ptolemy pursued the ways towards the opening. It was hard to see becaue tall people were standing in front of us. The SEA Games was so long we waited for about three hours sitting on a metal ledge. I think I flatted out my bottom. My legs cramped too.

     SEA Games! It was very beautiful. Outrageously refined and classic, the themes were elements of Encantadia. The singer seemed to be her. The dancers swayed so gracefully that I thought I saw a thousand Sally Gaspi s  in the stage. The Philharmonic Orchestra flew up the sounds to a rising cruise. WOW!

     Willing to go home, I was tempted to go with BDT to SM for a little more dancing. And then a situation happened. A link of hands, silent tears, impeccable grudges and problems of all sorts troubled us for a quill of sense.

     At some instance I became a good adviser for these swigs of problems. It was CM I talked to about for some while. The tragedy was swilling up. But the comedy remained ironic.

     Really ironic.

     I can’t get the details too clear. But I know it was really for the best of events. Reality bites in about 14 hours.

     I came home ten o’clock. I got a good excuse. I pass.

     Welcome to the slumber.

my mind fleeted at :9:05 pm ;