My hand drenched in paint. That red/pinkish blob in the middle was supposed to be a heart, but fail little ol’ me. It just mixed in with the other colors. D: XD
Hands On!, the hand printing activity is an annual project by the CAMP Volunteer Corps, which aims to empower persons with disability, with heartwarming words and messages from kind volunteers.
Thereafter, we went to CCP to catch a film for Cinemalaya. Unfortunately, tickets for Curacha were already sold out, so we settled for a set of short films, the titles of which are:
Un Diutay Mundo (Ana Carlyn Lim)
Samarito (Rafa Santos)
Walang Katapusang Kwarto (Emerson Reyes)
Every Other Time (Gino Santos)
Nino Bonito (Rommel Tolentino)
My favorite out of everything in the batch was “Walang Katapusang Kwarto”, which was both so down-to-earth and entertaining. The spot-on camera angles and witty dialogue just won me over so easily. I especially liked the sudden twist at the end. :)
Anyway, late post is late. A week to be exact. Well, exams have apparently taken over my life, so yeah.
Who would’ve thought it began with a broken umbrella (only discovered upon leaving my father’s car that morning)?
A downpour on Taft Avenue would seem normal, almost too normal, too routine for people who trudged through its cold, hard concrete on a regular, even daily basis. But to a person broken down and in desperate need for hope, it was almost too cruel—walking alongside hundreds of people who neither cared nor were too busy with their own lives to be bothered of anything else—as the anxiety and the uncertainty of it all kept eating away slowly at the back of one’s mind. I realized how crushing it was to walk inside several drugstores and medical outlets, hoping against hope, only to leave disappointed, every time. The edge of my pants were already soaked in rainwater—my eyes stung, my feet ached, and my heart hurt. As if the world had conspired against me. The traffic lights changed from red to green. People continued to cross the street on the opposite side of the road. As reality would harshly put it, life still went on.
It would seem too unbearable—until you think of everyone else who lived in this rainy scenario everyday, permanently. The old man who sleeps in a makeshift bed. The child who walks barefoot on the streets, cold and hungry.
Terrible. Just terrible.
And there I was, thinking silently to myself as I choked in between tears, that I was, perhaps, the most unfortunate creature in the universe. I had lived and trod this storm for a day—while they had to live through it for their entire lives.
I finally found my most prized possession, the cause and product of my tiring search, in a slightly obscured store at the side of a small road, reached after travelling by train. It was past 9:30, the time for the start of our laboratory exam.
As my companion and I waited for the train that would take us back, the skies cleared just ever so slightly, and by perhaps a figment of my imagination, the rain seemed to have stopped. The fluorescent light from across the platform flickered.
We were running late, but I found I could no longer care. I had cried all that I could minutes earlier, much to the chagrin of my companion and his now tear-drenched handkerchief. All I could think of as I ducked into his umbrella was,
"I should buy a new umbrella soon."
(For the people who had asked me earlier if I was okay, thank you. I sincerely appreciate it. I’m okay now.)
It was my first time going to Enchanted Kingdom in like, several years, I had almost forgotten what it felt like strolling inside an amusement park. And somehow, I almost always felt tired, almost lethargic, and thought that perhaps, this was the effect of growing up. Suddenly, you feel like you have to drag your feet to get you to places, you tire easily and feel like you could just stay where you are and watch people passing by and feel just as content. I know that something has changed because things were a lot different when I was younger. I was tireless, and seemed to have an endless supply of energy, I could go on and on and on and still feel like I hadn’t rode on everything yet.
Until now, I still wonder why and how my parents have grown too old for amusement parks. Has it always been a matter of preference? Or did they, once upon a time, love it as childishly as I did, and eventually had just grown out of it?
It still has me thinking… will I grow too old for amusement parks too?
Classes ended quite early yesterday, so I decided to kill three birds with one stone: buying my exam clipboard, getting our babies at Blue Magic, and watching Eiga Sai.
I’m not sure if I’ve said this before, but I’m not exactly a fan of ice cream, but since Mikko was, I decided to give it another shot. I ended up ordering their Oreo Cheesecake Blizzard (being the cheesecake fan I was XD), and it tasted pretty much like an Oreo ice cream, until I realized I hadn’t eaten the cheesecake bits yet. Haha. Cheesecake heaven~
Had to rush to Shang since I apparently took too much time looking for my clipboard and finishing the remains of my ice cream. Surprisingly, there was already a moderately long line waiting for us when we arrived. And I thought Wednesday afternoons weren’t such a likely movie day. Guess I was wrong. We ended up watching Eiga Sai’s "One Million Yen Girl", featuring Aoi Yu as the lead. I hadn’t anticipated that bit of detail though, since I didn’t really research beforehand, so it came as a pleasant surprise. I wonder though if I would’ve enjoyed the movie as much if I didn’t know any of the cast. XP I hope to catch Eiga Sai again next year, though. :)