finally, I’m home again but tomorrow will be a one day subject for me. Will go to Manila again for A subject. HAHA! whutever~ I still need to remember everything that I need to grab and bring home tomorrow. And yeaaah, my laptop is already fixed so no more hard time to work with files and everything.
I woke earlier than usual to prepare myself to watch A Christmas Carol at the Cultural Center of the Philippines.
I arrived there 1 hour before the showing and obviouslyyy im too excited, eh? Haha! Anywaaays… i seated at the lobby, outsidr the door of the main theater. While waiting, I just indulge myself to The Book Thief and then kids from Miriam College started to arrive because they’ll be watching the same show as me.
When the show was about to start, the ushers already permitted us to go in and I went upstairs for my lower box seat. Muahaha. Got it on a cheaper price, actually.
So the act started with ballet dancers with laser lights on their hands. They performed with it and played with our eyes. And that’s their introduction to Ebenezer Scrooge. It was marvelous and so as the following acts. Every pacing was a constant goosebump for me. They thrill me and gave me chills. The dancers are so great and the production was just spectacular. I actually imagined myself being part of the production team. Wouldn’t it be great?
Oh well, it gave me tears when they showed the death of Tiny Tim but of course the ending was still a happily ever after because Scrooge redeemed himself and learned to celebrate the true spirit of christmas. Ohhhh btw, the ballerinas are so cuteeee and as I watch them, it’s like a fairytale setting where everythig will automatically dance with the sound of music.
I enjoyed it. It’ll be my early Christmas present for myself.
btw guyyssss there are a lot of interesting shows to watch at CCP these following months and yeah, I’m planning to watch Ballet Philippines’ “A Christmas Carol” andddd I also saw my crush’s profile omg such a cutie
the band has ended their moment and I felt very tired right away. few people are watching the last few bands and we are standing at the mid back of the gym. I came to my guy best friend and he saw him and he told me, "diba sya yun?" ("that’s him, right?") And it all came back to me.
It was a same event, almost the same time.
It was also him..but not with her anymore.
I suddenly remembered how they teased me a year ago because of a terrible scene to see at the very back part of the gym. Whilst watching the band in front, they pointed him and her and I looked back and felt a slight pain. then I remembered receiving a hug while my eyes are weighing the throb that will soon be converted into tears. Well, I can still recall how that hug put tears in my eyes. It left them watery. It was a sign of comfort— the hug. It gave me security and assurance despite of everything I saw. Then, the same band started to play and the melody slowly diminished the disturbing panorama that just happened. For awhile, it gave me the power to forget them.
That night, it was just a melancholic nostalgia. A piece of something last year that fortunately, didn’t repeated itself that night.