I rented a movie from the local library the other day. It was a UK film called, Billy Elliot. It is about a boy who secretly joins the local ballet class and really gets into it. He is from a blue-collar working class family who doesn't approve that he would be a ballet dancer. Finally his family understands him and tries at any cost to help his dream come true. It was touchy, and I felt somewhat very personal. It reminded me a lot of my childhood.
I still remember the day I first saw someone playing the keyboard. I was in a kindergarten, and the teacher was playing the organ. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! I wanted to learn how to play the piano like the teacher did, so I asked my mom if I could take piano lessons. She wasn't too sure how serious I was, and my family wasn't well off enough to afford a piano. She decided to let me take piano lessons, but I had to practice on a little toy piano with 20 keys for a while. Even on the toy piano, I still loved practicing. My mom decided to get me a real piano soon after that. She had two jobs, worked days and nights, and managed to buy a brandnew Yamaha upright. I was so happy when the piano came to my house. It barely fit in the living room. Our house was itzy-bitzy. The piano was definitely the most expensive thing in the house. I feel so grateful even to this day that my parents were always supportive to my dreams. Parents do anything when it comes to their kids' happiness, at least that's how it's supposed to be. I love my parents to death. I often wonder why I have to be so far away from them. It might be the time for me to go home.
I turned 26 today. I just thought I would write how my day was. Just so that I would remember what I did on my 26th birthday. Nothing special though.
I woke up in the morning, took a shower, actually I took an extra long shower so that I would look a little bit prettier. I knew I would get a tiny bit more attention than usual just because I was a birthday girl today. I love the body soap I bought in Montreal. It smells like mango. Karl had it in his bathroom. I fell in love with it, so we went to the town and bought it. The smell brings me back to the beautiful days and memories in Montreal.
I got out of the shower and noticed I had little time for make-ups. Luckily, pimples I'd been having for a while were almost gone, so I didn't have to spend much time on concealing them. I still had to put some sun screen cream throughout the face though. I hate having more freckles on my face. I peered over the mirror until I looked decent and got into the car. Jack Johnson's Bubble Toes was on.
"La da da da da da
When you move like a jellyfish
Rhythm don't mean nothing
You go with the flow
You don't stop
Move like a jellyfish
Rhythm is nothing
You go with the flow
You don't stop"
This tune has been on for more than a week now. I still haven't got tired of it at all. On my way home back from the gym last night, I was singing La da da da da da...and dancing a bit in the car, and I noticed two guys in a pick-up trunk beside me were smiling at me. I started singing even louder and dancing harder. They started laughing. I love this song. I can just smell the coffee, feel the ice under my skirt and hear the waiter saying "la da da da da da..." in the cafe. That's when I finally discovered Jack Johnson. A quiet, peaceful, but scandalous afternoon. I remember it all.
Miyuki had a local florist deliver a bouquet of flowers for me. They were gorgeous. I put the flowers on the side table so that my boss would be out of my view. And I wish I had that kind of flower every day. Maybe I should just bring flowers myself every now and then so that they would block the view of my boss. What a genious idea. Plus, the smell of the flowers was very relaxing, the colors were cheeful, and the green was healing. We need flowers in the stressful place like that.
I got home and felt a bit lonely, but I was still in good spirits. I cleaned a mess in the kitchen and the living room a bit, and turned them into a comfy space for music. I practiced the first part of Chopin's Polonaise-Heroique. I felt magnificent. Then I practiced the guitar chords a bit. Music always comforts me and makes me passionate at the same time. Music takes root with me, and it will remain in me as my passion and tranquility forever.
That was just about how my 26th birthday went. Nothing special, nothing fancy, but after all, I think that it was a pretty good day. Oyasumi.