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

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Silent Days

Having two birthdays is special.

My mom was dead sure I was born January 5, 1991, 11:55pm. The nurse wrote the time in am.
I was born in January 6, 1991.

I accepted them my entire sixteen years, fumbling them through the records. When I write my birthdate when I was young, I had been moody of my options, sometimes I wrote 5, or 6, painstakingly taking hold of both days.

It is a rare chance.

Now, I'm sixteen. And it's my quietest birthday.

January 5, 2007, early morning. I was in a quiet kind of somnabulistic state. I woke up, found my breakfast already plated, the water in the kettle hot enough to drive out the cold for my bath. My mom woke up then, giving me a sermon of why I was late again. I was still at home and the clock read 6:15.

I came down the gate, and some grease brushed off my uniform. I had to go up again and change my uniform.

It took me about 10 minutes before a jeep going to the right destination passed.

The jeep still had availaable seats and the driver was eagerly stopping at every village entrance for some passengers.

I stood in the bus.

I reached school about 7:10 and the mass just finished the first reading.

I ran and placed myself in the choir. The Alleluia bass section was known by only Carlos, Philippe, Lord, Clem and me. Ron doesn't know it, neither the junior choir. Philippe was not in that mood to sing with me, well, that's another issue. I was left singing the last part the bass section, all by myself.

I liked the gospel that day. Err.. The homily. Fr. Ramil tapang's style of giving out his message makes me listen. I listened, for the sake of its moral and because it's my birthday.

There was another pray-over for the January and December celebrants. Royce was so shy in going up (she's nearing 18) and a few people there up the stage didn't have a birthday of December nor January.

Thea gave me something to hang in a wall about friendship, and 4 people were sketched there, not so cute or perfect, but it seems to me that they were like me, Kj, Thea and Leslie.

A few people greeted me that day. Some are unsure of it, I just tell them to choose, or that both are my birthdays. But now I strictly follow my birth certificate. January 6. I still prefer the 5 anyway.

Life for me that day was unusually quiet. In fact, most of the time I felt alone. I know some people who do not like being alone, or detest it, but I always realize it, and it always happens to me.
I wouldn't want that, anyway. But that feeling vanished. I'm not alone. It's when I think that I am alone that makes me just the perfect loner.

After the choir meeting, I went with KJ, Alyssa, Karell and Angelo to Kameraworld. We had very cute pictures, it's just that our scanner's gone AWOL. Karell and Alyssa evaporated in the Department store, and the people left (that includes me) killed time by watching some mechanical toys.

KJ and I waited for the pictures before I traveled for Stephanie's house for the cinematography shooting. I came there at about 7:30. Gacu's scene took too long too shoot. And, Abi's face was scary. Donne came a bit later, so I need not do the scene with Chrissy. I left immediately.

The traffic was intense. I had slept for half an hour and the bus was still residing in Quirino Ave.

Unaware of the Pyro Olympics, I just had the opportunity to watch amazign fireworks without the sounds that make my head ache. I love the fireworks. Somehow, I felt my spirit is uplifted by the dazzling lights. That was the reason it was so traffic. The heart-shaped and the firefly-like fireworks astonished me.

I reached home tired, ready to sleep, but I still opened the PC to play Ragna or chat. My brother interrupted my usage and when I left for a while, my cousin godfather used it. I gave up on it.

The next day would be different.

Good thing I had a normal sleep sched.

january 6, 2007.

I went to the next shoot. Paco Park, 10am. I reached the place, 10:10. I encountered no one, except people preparing for a wedding, some foreigners doing charity work for orphans, a few students doing groupwork and a few lovers keeping themselves busy.

I went out, and I was called to my attention by Roemel. he was there, and we waited in Paco Park. I walked alone, not with him. We respect the idea that we don't get along that much. While waiting I read the Les Miserables and he played with his Gameboy.

My day's as silent as yesterday.

About 11 am we went to KFC. Esther texted Roemel to wait for everyone there.

The group was completed over lunch. They greeted me a happy birthday.

The shooting commenced, and we went to Paco Park, and I left early.

I was smiling, even when I was alone.

Traffic still troubled my way back home. I thought it was a mirienda party, but it became dinner. Sadly, I'm home instantly, and I left my groupmates early and I haven't helped that much.

Moral support.

There's still dinner. But I feel my silence.

I'll keep quiet.

color of my day:blue-green
Ciao~

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