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(Left to Right: Carl, Bea, Francis, Reign, Jessie, Lester, Shauna, Dency, Shane, Benjo, Trisha) |
It was the first night of travel show shoot. All of them were tired from
that day's travel. They've gone to different shooting locations, asking locals
for directions. All woke up a bit early just to prepare and make it to the 5AM
call time at the bus terminal. The last decent meal they had was during lunch.
The time on my phone says 8PM. After the long argumentation, everybody were
settled with the bed arrangement and who gets to sleep beside whom. Jessie,
Trisha, Lester, Reign and I were on the veranda of the house. They had a recap
of what happened for the day, making fun of the earlier inconvenience of not
being prepared for the trip. Lester even mimicked himself, of how he acted at
the restaurant shoot. They're all laughing out loud, not even bothered if
they're disturbing other occupants of the inn beside them. Shauna and Bhea are
busy monitoring the camera, which was on a time lapse. The aim was to capture
the sea's transition from night to sunrise.
Dency, on the other hand was sleeping soundly. Bea was on the bed
chatting with Francis, while Benjo was fixing his things, beside Carl who was
listening to music.
As I look upon them, I could say that we have our differences and I
couldn’t stop to think how we were able to overcome these differences every day.
As the night went deeper, the
chatter of the group outside went randomly, from school works that they had to
finish, ideas for post-production down to anything literally under the sun. The
mood of the conversation only went oddly
when it came to the realization that for
the most of them, it was the first time they were away from home. The exchange
of excuses and approach on how they convinced their parents to allow them on
a 3days-and-2nights of shoot in Bataan
went by from one story to another. Lester who has very strict parents and I
who's never been on an out-of-town overnight complained heavily of the
inconvenience of talking to their parents about it. We both agreed that our
parents are being closed-minded, that they lack understanding and trust on us
adults. Trisha, called this one out. She emotionally said "Buti nga kayo,
‘pag uwi may naghihintay na magulang sa inyo, eh ako wala, nasa Tugue",
with her voice trembling. Everyone was silenced from what they heard. Trisha
continued to share her struggle of living along with her distant relatives in
Mandaluyong, 480 kilometers away from her home - away from her family.
That time, Bhea revealed her reason why sometimes she chooses to do
things on her own, why it seems to be easy for her to be independent. Same goes
with Reign, who had always been a little indifferent. Everyone was crying about
the experiences partaken but not Jessie. She's not crying, she's wailing. She
admits that she misses her father so much who died years ago. She asserted that
those who still have their father by their sides should cherish their moments
with them and make them feel loved always.
Until now, I hold on to these moments. That night was the first time we opened our books – we were opened books. We were characters of our own story. I could still remember their tears and their words.
It was a night of pure emotions and honest thoughts. Again, I ponder, it
is true that every one of us have differences, but that made our stories
unique.
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