11.11.11

It was the 11th day of the 11th month the 11th year of the 2nd millennium. Some things happened this day, some things extra ordinary, some things useless, somethings memorable, some things epic fail.

I saw four cute kittens inside a cabinet in our laboratory. I was deeply moved by their pitiful blue eyes and their soft meows. Their mother can't be found. Trapped inside the cabinet, they must not have eaten for days. These cats were able to walk for the first time considering their feeble feet. They meowed a lot. They were hungry, I thought, but I could not do anything. As much as I wanted to adopt them, I can't. I already have Max and Michelle with us. What more if I add four. Then, our house would be a stinking disaster. I let a classmate of mine adopt two. I'm not quite sure if she did it. Gosh. Where might be their mother? What will happen to them? It's not good to see little kittens die. Such disgrace.

So today, we had our show choir contest today. It was nothing special I suppose because we just had our practice for about less than twenty-four hours (divided into four days - 1 hour for the first day, 2 hours for the second day, 3 hours for the third day, and 8 hours for the fourth day - approximately 11 hours). I was when we competed that our group was only the one which did a real show choir (like Glee). I mean, Mamma Mia! the others had overly produced props and a dozen of costumes changes. Their dances were very extreme and their songs -- not really show choir type. Well, we lost the competition but hey, we struggled a lot. It was my first time to be in a show choir wherein you sing and you dance. But what really let us struggle was, we forgot some of the lyrics. Haha. Unlucky us. We did not reach the top or even the 2nd top, however, take note, it was the Grand Finals. I know I was just a replacement but that was something to be proud of for a lifetime. Yehp. I now know how Finn and the rest of the New Directions fill when they first joined the sectionals.

What else is memorable this day?

Silence sat beside me again a while ago. While the rest of the group was busy putting make-up (I don't like them placing make-ups. I find it irritating.), I was outside the room, in a dark corridor I sat in solitude, as Silence talked to me. The room was noisy, but I never felt Noise since I was out of the room. The sky was starry as Silence and I had our conversation. It was a pretty solitary sight. "You're very quiet," said a companion of mine when she went out of the room. I just smiled. As much as I want to reply to her, Silence forbade me to. The sky was very beautiful that I want to look at it forever. Silence just smiled at me as we both gazed at the night sky. Silence left me when it was the time for us to leave for the competition. That was  another time when we met. It was a long time since we last met.

So much for 11.11.11. I know, we will never meet again. Goodbye.

Silence and Noise

It has been hours since I last heard noise. And it is only now that I heard silence again. The silence that I cling to in times of sadness. The silence I run to in times of fear. The silence I linger on to seek comfort. I heard of noise just hours ago and it irritated me. The noise of boisterous laughter. The noise of drunken men. The noise of parties. Ugh. Why can't they all be sane people? I try ignoring them, but, it's not use. Their noise is much powerful than the silence inside me. They're maybe sleeping now, but, hey, I'm still awake. 

It's dawn and I'm still awake, trying to finish something. Maybe it's adrenalin that forces me to stay up this late and finish our paper. Maybe I will have a good slumber once I reach home. Maybe not. Right now, I am in front of my laptop, trying to be awake, while listening to the beautiful melody of silence, harmonized by the chicken's alarm. Few people are talking.  Few vehicles are moving. They are all harmonized to form the silence from within.

I remember one time when in an instant, I only heard silence. Yes, there were boisterous laughter, but I only heard silence. Yes, there were many moving vehicles, but I only heard silence. Yes, there were loud conversations, but I only heard silence. It was very quiet, much more quiet than now. I don't know why or how. I know that it was only for a short matter of time, but, it was magical, like somewhere I never wanted to leave.

Ahy. So much for my frivolous thoughts. Speaking of which, I already changed my column name. So sad. It's not frivolous thoughts anymore. Rather, I went back to my former name, Box Cart. No harm done, it's still an Owl City Song (Umbrella Beach).

Well, let me bid you good night err, good morning, while I try hitting the hay. If not, then, I'll get back to you.