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May 2, 2008 ~ Friday ~ 6:42 PM

Alone in 122 Again

Ophelia,

Okay. I understand that I update too much. But is it really a sin to be vain and nurture a constant desire to just keep the words pouring out like ink from a dysfunctional fountain pen? Nuh-uh. I should think not.

So. Voice lessons earlier were not so great. I was fifteen minutes late, but not because I didn’t get there on time. Actually, I got to the building five minutes before my schedule, so I decided to just walk around and wait for my teacher outside Room 211. When it was already eight AM, I knocked on the door. No response. I assumed she was just a bit late or something. So I waited and waited, singing my pieces to myself all the while. And then I heard a piano playing in Room 211, and I realized ‘Cripes, that’s my classroom.’ Thankfully, my teacher still let me in, despite the tardiness. She wasn’t very happy though, I could tell.

I don’t think I made it better by messing up my notes. I just can’t get the bloody diphthongs right. And my lungs are so weak I can hardly extend the notes to sound good. Ala Broadway.

So anyway, we didn’t have bowling class ‘cause the workers at the alley were out on their annual field trip or something. It was okay though, because I still had Pan Pil…

We watched Dogma. It deconstructs the Catholic Church, but honestly, I think watching it helped me built my Faith. I dunno. I can’t explain it. But it was certainly the opportunity, the avenue to discover that I had been praying for to the Virgin Mary. Although it mocks most of what I’ve been taught all my life and would appear very twisted if one passes judgment based on the dialogue, it moved me. Seriously. Maybe you should watch it.

Have decided to call current writing project One Proverbial Summer,

Beaple Leone Michaelmas

PS I saw my ex-English teacher again. I was just folding my umbrella (it was scorching hot earlier) and making my way towards the building where my Pan Pil class is when I looked up and saw a familiar face drift by. At first I didn’t react. Then my instincts kicked in, and I asked myself, “Was that…?” Guess what? He was smiling again. Or grinning, actually. Broadly. And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he’s always grinning when I see him. Could he be laughing at me or something? Nyah. Just you wait, Sir. Just you wait.

PS Again. One of my friend’s mom’s visited her today. Watching them, I felt sort of lonely. I dunno. I’ve always thought I’d dumped by emotional side the moment I graduated high school, but apparently, that’s not the case. I called home. Exchange a few pleasantries with my Manang, asked about the fiesta and all. It turned out my mom was in Bohol, ‘cause it’s also fiesta there, so I only got to talk to my dad. Which was great, in any case, because we don’t really talk. And I asked him about the rice crisis, asked him about work, asked him about the dog, asked him if he was gaining weight. And then I got off the phone and texted my mom, telling her not to eat too much lechon. I feel sad. Hmfh. That’s strange.