i just came home from our department's musicale rehearsal for the christmas party. it's tiring but it's a welcome thing. after months on end of reminding them that they can ask me to do anything for the christmas party except dance, they decided to give me a solo act. a freaking jazz number solo act. i can just barf now.
now my leg muscles are aching from this once-in-a-lifetime stretching and bouncing around and jumping and dancing of sorts.
after the practice, i decided to walk instead. i thought to myself that i'd rather be walking aimlessly around legazpi village than be home and stare at the computer monitor. i rarely watch tv nowadays, it bores me.
so i walked home.
as i walked, i saw thousands of glittering lights sprawling across each building. i hated the coming holidays even more. i even hate the coming 2-week off. what am i supposed to do? where am i supposed to go? who am i supposed to spend it with? talk with?
i passed through bars full of people chatting. and i wonder, what are their lives like? how much would i want to be in their places right now? and how much would i want my life to change?
i passed through empty streets with dull street lamps. i wonder, am i this street? are there street lamps that illuminate my being?
i also happen to pass by streets with jeepneys waiting for the commuters. rush hour was almost over. i see only a handful of people in line - they probably went over time. i wonder, am i just being this jeepney? just going through their fixed routes the whole day? am i just inviting people in and watching them leave? do i even care to stop when they say they'll be getting off on the next corner?
for a moment, i wanted to dream. i dreamt about one of the glittering buildings collapse. i wanted the bars to be empty - serving nothing but spoons and forks, and goblets and glasses. i want those streets to burst with life and color and nothing left of the dim sepia that it glows with. the jeepneys should also not have a fixed route. they should go where they want to and change direction in the course of their destination. most of all, i also want them to stop on the curb when i say "para mama, bababa na ako"
ciao
now my leg muscles are aching from this once-in-a-lifetime stretching and bouncing around and jumping and dancing of sorts.
after the practice, i decided to walk instead. i thought to myself that i'd rather be walking aimlessly around legazpi village than be home and stare at the computer monitor. i rarely watch tv nowadays, it bores me.
so i walked home.
as i walked, i saw thousands of glittering lights sprawling across each building. i hated the coming holidays even more. i even hate the coming 2-week off. what am i supposed to do? where am i supposed to go? who am i supposed to spend it with? talk with?
i passed through bars full of people chatting. and i wonder, what are their lives like? how much would i want to be in their places right now? and how much would i want my life to change?
i passed through empty streets with dull street lamps. i wonder, am i this street? are there street lamps that illuminate my being?
i also happen to pass by streets with jeepneys waiting for the commuters. rush hour was almost over. i see only a handful of people in line - they probably went over time. i wonder, am i just being this jeepney? just going through their fixed routes the whole day? am i just inviting people in and watching them leave? do i even care to stop when they say they'll be getting off on the next corner?
for a moment, i wanted to dream. i dreamt about one of the glittering buildings collapse. i wanted the bars to be empty - serving nothing but spoons and forks, and goblets and glasses. i want those streets to burst with life and color and nothing left of the dim sepia that it glows with. the jeepneys should also not have a fixed route. they should go where they want to and change direction in the course of their destination. most of all, i also want them to stop on the curb when i say "para mama, bababa na ako"
ciao
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