Time Paradoxes of What-Might-Be’s
A Day of Possibilities
September 15, 2007- It’s Roxanne’s birthday celebration and she invited me along with our other classmates to celebrate her birthday in our former teachers’ house. Well, unfortunately, Kimberly and Villarica can’t go with us. We decided to meet each other at 7am. I woke up early that day and rushed to our meeting place. However, only me, Joseph, Lara, Cristina D. and Carlyn were able to spend the day together. Roxanne, Isis and Christina B. decided to sleep in Ma’am Cortina’s house the night before. Supposed to be, there were only eight of us. But all of them wanted to go over Jym-P’s house and have him come with us. By that time, I knew a lot of things were going to happen. Expect the unexpected, just like Mary Grace’s motto.
An Hour of Oppurtunities
The same day, morning- From our meeting place, we headed to HIS house. And there, they made a lot of excuses (in short, they LIED) in order to have his mother’s approval. I can’t believe it, THEY did that for him. Well, if I was on his place. They WON’T do that for me, they didn’t even care if I will come or not. And that’s not all. His mother invited us to come in. They did got inside his house leaving me OUTSIDE. I can’t blame them, I don’t want to go there. It’s my fault. After a few minutes, his mother got out and persuaded me but I insisted AGAIN. Then, I saw HIM, as usual, ignoring me as if I had never been there, as if I don’t exist. Waiting for about half an hour under the heat of the sun, we set out to Taguig with HIM.
A Minute of Chances
The same day, from morning ’till noon- We arrived in ma’am Cortinas’ house at last. After more than an hour of travelling, I can finally have some fun. We went to Sir Egay’s house and there, we ate Carbonara, Lasagnia, Salted Pretzel, Grilled Pork, and Grilled Fish. Not only that, there is a private swimming pool in his house. So we swam and swam and swam to our hearts’ content. Well, I didn’t actually swim. Jym-P, once again, was the center of attraction. He’s really a jack-of-all-trades. That time, I realized something, I felt different, I didn’t feel angry, envious or even sad. They didn’t actually notice me and/or at the same time, ignore me. I was there and never been there. While he, he acted as if I never knew him and as if he’s not my enemy. We acted like friends though we never talk. That time, I had the chance to say one word, I should have said that one word. And everything would have been okay again.
A Second To Miss It All
Alas! We’re done with the party and so with the fun. Before we went home, we took a final swim. And then we took a shower. We went to back to Ma’am Cortina’s house and stayed in the attic and in the garden for about an hour. Afterwards, we went home. Supposed to be, I would have rode the same jeepney as his. But he took a different one, probably trying to avoid me. Everything went back to normal, except I got darker. I decided to stop by in Kimberly’s house and have my hair cut. Then, it’s goodbye. Somewhat, I always believe I can finally apologize. I may not be able to bring back the old times, but I could say sorry. So I’ll do it no matter what, before graduation or perhaps, before this year ends.
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- Setyembre 16, 2007 / 10:55 umaga
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