Holy week was a weeklong general cleaning task for me and my mom. We’re going to attend my granny’s burial this next Tuesday so we’ll be leaving early this coming Monday. The thought was still tentative for us so before anything else we occupied the vacancies of our time cleaning. Bicol is far and we don’t want to be going home with a clutter after the burial.
The completion of our general cleaning ends with an absolute mess. Instead of well-keeping and sprucing the whole house we see ourselves coming out with lots of old things that were kept a long time ago. Some of them are still useful and some are not.
When I’m exhausted I closed the door of my room and sit to write something in my journal. I saw the huge cabinet beside my aparador. (Really huge cabinet and much bigger than my aparador)
Where’s the key?! Where the hell did I put the keys of my sacred cabinet?! Then poofs! It was under the books in the bookshelf. I recall.
How I wish I could post a picture of my room to demonstrate where and how huge I kept my secret things though my room was excretive. It wasn’t fully furnished at all and the walls are running of smirch because it was unpainted. The room was designed due to my stubbornness of having the upper bed in the double deck. But my brother and I should separate rooms so my dad did the design to put the bed near the ceiling for me. It was funny though?!
I open the cabinet and viola! I saw the old me trying to picture how I did a lot of things. I recall going home after school just to lock my room and paint. It was pleasure. A forbidden hobby. My mom really hates to see me concentrating in drawings and stuffs, sculpting and weird pursuit.
I decided to clean up my stuffs alone but my mom insists of helping though I insist of doing it alone with the fear of her seeing my things. I saw the expensive paints and canvasses. Before I haven’t eaten and save all my allowance for books and paints. I’d even work on my classmates and other year level’s project to earn a small amount of money just to add up. Had a part time job in my mom’s office as a clerk and some typing jobs. My mom did even ask me where did my money was spent, I just answer “I eat and new books.”
I saw the canvass. The frames, (special thanks to my dearest high school friend namely Christian, and Mikkie!), some are empty and some does had paintings. (Lot of it! I can’t imagine I kept a lot of it! Huge pile of canvass frames and paints! But where’s the brushes?!)
I posted some of the pictures. Those were taken outside the veranda. Should I call it veranda? Hahaha! I don’t know either! I don’t know what to call it but we call it “labas”.
When my mom saw the clutter inside my room she was I amazed that I kept a lot of dirty stuffs for a long time without her getting mad. She gradually picks up the pieces and put it outside. She ask me If I’ll still be using this, that, or some sort of the other and the other. And I answered “Lets burn it all ma. Isabay natin dun sa ibang gamit at tuyong dahon.”
My mom hesitate to and she put each frames and canvass in the old empty cabinet she putted in the “labas” to make a shelves together with the other clutter. I said “Wait Ma! I feel like blogging about it later. Picture-an ko muna ha!”
After taking a photo of it, I decided to burn all of it. Besides the paints are arid already and the canvass doesn’t look pretty well and haven’t take cared of for a lot of years so the paint run out and the colors faded already cause it doesn’t had laminated coating.
It was quite a morning! Nostalgia. Flash backs! Oh God. Past makes me feel how stupid I am now yet stupider before! Fun way to reminisce. Make fun of life I guess. I took it seriously too much before! I think I should exult and explore than stock with adventurous imagination with paint and brushes. Now’s the time to make it real!
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