.Sunday, July 15, 2007 Y
As I open my eyes this early in the morning, I come to realize that today is a Sunday. The start of the week—well, that’s what the calendar says. So, I began to wander my thoughts and think through the things that will happen this week. Will I be able to survive another week of torture and torment not only from the teachers but also from the people who are mad at me, and from the people who pretend that they aren’t? Or, will I be able to impress people or just disappoint them again? I know I should just let things happen but that will seemingly be impossible. But as much as I want to stop the time and let myself enjoy the serene view of the sun rising up, I have to get up and do the morning routine—eating the food that my sister prepares.
Right now, I am listening to the RENT soundtrack that a very good friend of mine lent me, and as I let every note and melody enter through my ear. I’ve gone back and remembered that it is again a Sunday—July 15th to be exact. I remember that today is the death anniversary of my great-grandmother. She only died last year and it was much of a shock for me up to now. I loved her so much and I know that she loved me too. But I don’t want to reminisce about how she died; I want to tell you on how she lived. She may be old and somewhat forgetful, but she really is an intelligent woman. She told us stories about her experiences. Some may sound fictitious, like, when she told me about her neighbor who was taken by her head lice to their lair. She said that her neighbor had too much lice on her hair that they all pulled her to the tallest tree. Up to now, I don’t know if it‘s true but it sure scares the hell out of me whenever I remember that story. But not all of her stories are like that. Some are really true. I remember that when I was still very little, she tells me stories about the Japanese Invasion. It was really eerie and frightening. She told me that she has to pretend to be married to a Japanese man just so that they would let her go to the marketplace. So there, she really loved telling stories, and it is one of the traits that I got from her. But one thing I really loved about her is the way she believes in me; the way she encourages me. She always believed that I could be a great singer. And even though her health was being taken away because of her old age, she always makes it a point to attend every singing competition I go into when I was small. As much as I miss her, I don’t want to be miserable because I know she’d rather see me happy than sad. And I know that she is happy because now, she’s with her “ading”; her husband and our great-grandfather (whom by the way, I never met because he died before I was born).
After a while, we’ll be going to her tomb and we’ll pray for her. That’s why I can’t watch Harry Potter: the Order of the Phoenix today. I really want to watch it, but I can’t, and it can wait, right?
waiting for you right
here
2:39 PM
