I left my house at past 12 in the afternoon for my 1pm class in the university. Normally, it takes an hour and a half to get to UP at lunchtime. So at exactly 12.30pm, I decided to stop staring at my swatch when finally, the bus took the Ortigas ilalim route and waited for more passengers infront of Robinson's Galleria.
I'm not sure how manong drive made it but at 1.10pm, I was in PhilCoa waiting for the UP campus jeepney. At least, I thought, "hindi ako ganun ka-late". I still have time to walk and not run.
I waved as I passed by Oble. I could see from a distance, how the man standing from the main building hesitantly waved back. It wasn't him that I was waving at, but I coudn't blame him because there was no other person standing at that part of the world.
I crossed the street in a half-walking, half hopping and looked at the drivers' expressions as I did it. I walked past the pavement but decided to walk on the fallen dried leaves. (trees in UPat this time of the year are shedding their leaves, which I'm not sure if it was a good or bad thing) I was wearing my three-year-old Havaianas and as I glide through the pile of dried leaves, I was taken back to my little town of Biliran where these things and the luxury of time abound. And then for an instance, I decided to drop my bag and do the cartwheel! Cartwheel! for heaven's sake! Cartwheel which I have not done in years lest the bones in my arms would not be able to support the weight of my whole body. If I did the cartwheel steady and in a straight line, I wouldn't know. I didn't see myself do it. There was no one around to tell me if I did it right. hah. Did I mention I was alone?
I flew. I danced with the dragonflies. I sang and talked to my slef.
It may sound strange, and absurd for some. But I am strange and I'm queer. And you have to be ok with that.
I arrived 1.30pm for my 1pm class. Dr. Santiago has not arrived yet.
January 13, 2010
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