A Sunday of Annoying Events

“Ang buhay talaga naman oo…”

My instruments from left to right: Mr. Boe, Mr. Bo, Ms. Mariea Hoffner, and Ms. Henrietta Mozart.

I had an interesting Sunday. At around 7:15 AM, I woke up with the yellow-orange rays of the sun sweeping throughout my room. I’m staying where my parents used to stay and so for those few moments, I felt I was a little naïve child again, waiting to go to my room and play with balls, blocks and other childish toys. I slammed my head back to the pillow, getting the energy to push myself out and do what I had to do: play, do homework, eat and sleep. Exciting ano?

Eating my usual oats, I watched the news with Lolo though I wanted to check the show of a pastor discussing what it means to be grateful and all. But then again, Lolo was kind of cynical with stuff like that (he’s a bit of a deist) so I switched to the news. Boring…

After getting one cool refreshing bath, I proceeded to play my tomboyish electric keyboard, twisting my fingers to hit her black and white keys. I enjoyed the melancholy of Bach and quickness of Clementi (whoever that composer was). When it came to playing with my sexy (!) violin though, I really got pissed. For me, in terms of expressing melody, piano is so much easier than the violin ‘cause you’ll need grace and relaxation when playing it. I bet Buddha might’ve had a swell time with that. But me? The hell, I kept messing up.

Do re…fa! Do re…so….! Do…re…re…

…what the hell was that note? It’s supposed to be “mi” gaah… The hell, and I so wanted to try the 3^rd position (there are many positions: the lower the number the farther away from the body, the higher the number, the nearer the body). I sounded like a yelping cat or a car slowing down. I pressured my bow and I really pressured my chin on the violin to find out what the crap was wrong with me. Trust me, I was really pissed. So pissed that upon a little pressure on my chin I heard a veeeeery tiny “crik!” on my violin. And that scared me to hell! Violins are such fragile angels that they could suddenly crack all the way. Well, from the really thorough inspection of our katulong Manang Salve and I, we found none. I think it was just a normal sound. Come to think of it…I kind of hear it sometimes…

I then ate with Lolo and I was really happy that we could all eat together. Finally, the one who annoyed me wasn’t here. Smiling, I just ate to my delight. I really treasure family moments, you know. After much family troubles, I couldn’t take these things for granted anymore.

Look at it! How can you resist the sunshine?

Then came the best part: the lazy afternoon sunshine. I was supposed to have been drawing or pastel experimenting by this time but man, who could resist that wonderful sunshine skimming through the grass? I could feel so much life and my pastel sketches didn’t satisfy me. Besides, the artist’s block was there. So I dropped those items and just watched my wonderful front yard teeming with so much joy. The rustles of the palm leaves, the whispers of the grass, the sweet scent of Nature…ah. I wish I was a quick artist so I could’ve painted a picture of the working Manang between two tall trees. How poetic…

Well, my Sunday crashed when I caught a glimpse of the nuisance coming out of my grandparents bedroom. I tried to forget about it by basking out in the sun. Nope, didn’t work. So I just asked Manang to help me make a list of groceries for me to buy and stuff.

“Wala po kayong sticker…”

The nerve of this guard! I’ve been biking by this road for weeks tapos ngayon lang akong sisitahin? De pu…oh well, ginagawa niya lang ang dapat gawin. According to him, this whole thing started at around Jan 20. That explains it.

“Sir, I’ll just buy something at Value Point (a nearby “mall”).” I explained in English slang. And might I say I did that for quite some time?

“Eh…” he finally replied, “…pwede kitang papasukin. Yung problema kung papasukin ka sa kabila. Kung hindi, eh di mag-iikot nalang kayo.”

At first, I was planning to just turn around and take a damn trike, but after talking with him some more, I decided to just go and take my chances.

“Thank you.”

“Tenk you rin po!”

When I finally bought the stuff needed, I then prayed again if God would allow the guard to let me in. He allowed the previous guard to let me pass; I don’t know for the next one. For some time, I thought I forgot the keys of the bike lock. Crap, stupid. How could I? I always lock my bike lock when it’s not in use. So before I locked the bike lock around my bike, it was…well, locked. Tongue twister…what the lock….

Thank God, the guard wasn’t even paying attention. But I wonder: was that a good thing or a bad thing? Answer: who cares, I had to get this really heavy load out of my back. Boy, did my back hurt as hell…I mean that was really heavy…

So that’s how my day went. I had a lot of downs but at least the day ended a bit gracefully. At the end of the day I had humble pandesal for merienda. Sarap. Nasasawa na kasi ako sa bananaque. Panay bananaque ang kinakain ko noon tuwing merienda, tsk. Gusto ko naman ng iba…

I slept late as usual because I was a lazy ass to do any of my school stuff. Tonight, I better sleep early…oh plus there’s the new set of projects...ay naku....ang buhay naman talaga, oo...