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Seventeen Back To Seven

Published March 26, 2012 by The OC

 Time goes by so fast that sometimes we don’t even know what’s happening with our lives. It just passes you like a gush of the wind, you don’t see it coming and the next thing you know, and it already passed you by. One day, I was just seven and now I’m already 17. When I was seven, I always wonder what I’d be like when I’m seventeen. Now that I’m seventeen, I wonder what I was when I was seven.

            Looking ten years backward, I’m just in the first grade studying in a little room with wooden armchairs and a huge blackboard in front. I wore a brown uniform with a red belt and a red ribbon, and black shoes with white socks in school. I had such short hair cut just below the jaw line. My godfather who is also the service driver would pick me up at our house and drop me off in school then fetch me and then drop me off by the house from Mondays to Fridays. I remember having a cute backpack with a metal pencil-case and a box of crayons inside together with the books and notebooks for school. My day by then begins with saying hi to my classmates in the morning, and saying goodbye to them in the afternoon.

            If that seven-year old little girl looks ten years forward, she’ll see a young lady in a huge air-conditioned classroom sitting on a plastic armchair facing a whiteboard. A girl who wears a chic top tucked in skinny jeans and a leopard print ballerina flats. Her hair is long and curly at the ends. She goes to school from Tuesdays to Fridays riding a jeepney from her house, then a bus, then another jeepney inside the university; then she rides a jeepney, rides a bus, and then rides another jeepney and drops off by her home. She uses a black and white patterned handbag to school with a pink case for her pens and a kit for her cosmetics together with a number of fillers and a yellow pad inside. Her day begins with saying hi to her classmates before class and says goodbye to them after the period, and does this for about three to four times a day.

            This is two very different lives lived by a single person. That was how huge ten years had changed a seven-year old girl into a 17-year-old young lady. But there are things which time cannot change. We still have the same body though biological changes have occurred; it’s still the same body. I still live at the very same house that young kid lived in and still with the same family. I still have a nanny who cleans up the mess in my room because of school stuffs. Cinderella is still my favorite fairytale and so as blue is still my favorite color. I loved Winnie the Pooh then and love him until now. I’m addicted to Chuckie as I was when I was seven and still drink full cream milk every night. One thing that I’m happy that it stayed the same was I was a kid then and still is inside my heart.

            It’s funny how something you wanted as a kid comes to life and lives it like you wanted it to. Though not everything is what I expected it to be, it still turned out as a dream come true for that seven-year old little girl. I was seven and I wanted to be seventeen. I am seventeen and  still want to be seven.

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Sent From Heaven

Published March 26, 2012 by The OC

Mischa,

How are you? Haha. Do you miss me already?

Ezra and his family migrated to theUnited Statesjust three days before her birthday. They sold all their properties – their house, their cars, all of it. It was like they did it on purpose. It seemed like they were diminishing reasons for them to stay, or at worse, to even come back at all as Mischa would put it. He told her that they have to go toCaliforniafor his father’s business. It didn’t really bother her; she was just sad knowing her best friend and her lover would be a thousand miles away.

I wrote this because I may not be able to greet you a Happy Birthday. I’m hoping you get this on March 30, 2011. Haha. So, have you replaced me yet? Haha.

They hadn’t had much contact ever since Ezra left. It’s been only three days, and it was Mischa’s sweet sixteenth already. There wasn’t a single call or text, not even an e-mail sent to her. But Ezra’s cousin gave Mischa a letter and a perfume bottle etched with the words “Today, Tomorrow, Always.” She admittedly felt giddy, just like a child getting a brand new toy. But at the same time, she felt how far away they are a lot more.

She opened the letter. She chose to keep it to herself. She didn’t want anyone else to even look at it. But she said Ezra’s tone was vaguely that of a man letting go, as if asking his loved one to move on, to find someone else. She did note one thing from the letter which says, “…just like the perfume, I love you today, tomorrow, and always.”

You are the MISS UNIVERSE OF MY LIFE. ;) I love you so much.

It was summer already. The sun was always up and strong. It was different for Mischa, however. Summer was the time for her to reminisce their moments together — the times when her parents treated Ezra like their own son.

“When we get into some small arguments, my parents would always side with him like he was their son and I wasn’t their daughter.” Mischa giggled and rolled her eyes. But she would always be in tears after every little anecdote.
It was curiosity that led her to an e-mail from Ezra to his cousin. She was envious — she hadn’t received any e-mail from him ever since. There was totally no communication between them. The few things Mischa vividly remembers from the e-mail were about Ezra telling stories of her baby sister, and something about vomiting and baldness. But the one thing she would never forget was Ezra’s note to his cousin: “Don’t tell this to Mischa, she might worry.” She wept as soon as she read it. Her world suddenly turned upside down, inside out. There was not a word to describe how she felt after reading the message.

She called his cousin, who said he was sorry. Upon finding it all out, Ezra called Mischa, and said he was sorry. It was all he could say.

“Every time I see you suffer, I suffer a bit more.” Mischa’s tone suddenly switched to a serious one as she muttered the words Ezra had told her on the phone.

If I’m still alive, you wouldn’t receive this because I will give you something else. I will give you my heart. :)

A few months later, Mischa received a phone call from Ezra’s mother. Mischa had almost surely predicted the words that she would come to hear. His mom was asking how she had been doing but her efforts to try to hide her mourning weren’t enough for Mischa to not feel the pain.

“Hija, Ezra’s gone.” Beyond that, nothing made sense anymore. At that moment, her world had stopped and her tears started falling.

Ezra’s mother told her that he died three days earlier, but he requested to tell the news to Mischa at that later time. Those three days were the exact days of her exams. They didn’t have any communication by then but it appeared Ezra knew what was happening to his beloved.

Take care. I love you.

Ezra

            Ezra was diagnosed with bone cancer years before he and Mischa became friends. He died last November 17, 2010 because of morphine overdose. Ezra’s mother informed Mischa that even in the last minutes of his life, he had been looking for Mischa. His mom told her that even in his sleep he was calling out for her.  She was the only person he wanted to see, and she was the only one he remembers until he passed away.

March 30, 2011. Mischa received a letter from his cousin, a letter from Ezra not saying goodbye, but a reaffirmation of his endless love for her.

C-H-O-R-V-A

Published March 26, 2012 by The OC

And you ask, what does chorva mean?

Chorva is a word used by Filipinos which does not exactly mean anything. It is used as a filler for a word which is at the tip of the tongue, a word that one cannot give an exact term for, a word which is forgotten at the moment of saying it, or for a word for something one isn’t familiar or has no idea of.

It is made popular by gay Filipinos who uses it in their language often and just came to influence others by their flowery vocabulary. Basically, “chorva” can be found in the dictionary of gays. It is believed that this word came from the Greek word “cheorvamus” which means “for lack of the right word to say or in place of something you want to express but cannot be put into words” according to the urban dictionary online.

Chorva can be compared to the neutral colors, black and white, for its practicality of usage at any time. Chorva is the same with ek-ek, echos, chuvaness, and eklabuh.

Kahit ano pang chorva ang pagdaanan natin, ‘wag tayong susuko”

(translation: “Whatever chorva we go through, let’s not give up.”)

-The OC

Optimist Prime

Published March 26, 2012 by The OC

Optimistic. One thing I treasure the most is me being an optimist. I am a positive thinker.

My life isn’t perfect. No one’s life ever is perfect. We went through hardships and trials which made us stronger and wiser. We become a better person with every experience we go through. But there are those moments which made us be something else. There are those moments which develops a part of us just so we help ourselves cope and accept the fact that life is not easy.

I wasn’t born an optimist. In fact, I was a grungy little girl whom my mom would always call “maldita“.  I wasn’t a happy-go-lucky child because of the fact that there isn’t much in my childhood to be happy about. But there is this one moment where everything turned upside-down. I grew up.

Basically, when one grows, one develops. We mature and face more problems each and every day we grow up. Growing up lets us enter in situations where giving up is an option, where negativity fills up the room and conspires us to speculate and to aim for the unreachable perfection. In these moments, I learned not to let my self be eaten by the “bad” energy. I do not let myself be swallowed in the deep, dark misery of trying to make things work and wanting it so bad which just leads to frustrations and disappointments.

I figured that if I let my self feel happy, think happy, I can at least let my self forget the difficulty of the process of growing up. Or at least I can feel that there is something to look upon to at the end of the day. Having just a little something to think positive about can change the mood of a person. This change can affect gravely how we act the next few seconds and how we let ourselves go on and grow up.

And So I Was Told

Published March 26, 2012 by The OC

Folk tales are defined as stories handed down to us through oral tradition which means it has been passed to us because of continuous telling and listening. Folk tales are different from fairy tales. Fairy tales, according to Wikipedia, involves characters like fairies, goblins, elves, trolls, dwarves, giants, mermaids, or gnomes while Folk tales, specifically Filipino folktales involve characters like tikbalang, nuno sa punso, manananggal, aswang, engkanto, tiyanak, kapre and diwata.

Characters in Filipino folktales often are misinterpreted or at least being identified as something else. The Filipino’s kapre should not be compared or called as a giant. A kapre is a creäture that lives as a tree demon that is hairy and is smoking a tobacco. Diwatas are not fairies and so as tiyanak is not a goblin. There is much difference between these creatures compared to those monsters of the western world. Our culture is rich in its own way which cannot be compared to any other.

Growing up, my grandmother would always tell me folk tales and such. Though it is prevalent in our country, it is not worldly “accepted” as compared to fairy tales. Having these stories go with me from being a kid to a teenager, I can say that it has helped me a lot with the way I act and think. Folk tales may not always have the moral lessons and happy endings, but in the midst of the story, you get to learn some things.

Stories about the diwatas, dwendes and engkantos taught me not to mess with nature and take care of it or else, I can end up messing their home and have me cursed or such. Stories about the kapres, white ladies, and manananggals made me think twice about lurking around at night. These tales are mostly scary and creepy but it implies the so-called lessons just in a different way. This is how our ancestors have their beliefs put in action and be passed on to the next generation.

Kite 101

Published February 27, 2012 by The OC

"Imagination is the highest kite one can fly." -Laura Bacall

Did you just bought a kite, flew it, made it crash, and then just destroyed it? Ever wondered how you can repair your kite? Or how you could make one? Well, don’t fret! I just happen to have these easy steps in making a kite.

First, you need to gather the materials needed for the kite. Of course, no materials mean no kite. Prepare a pair of scissors, a roll of tape, two sticks (one should be longer than the other), a spool of strings, and a garbage bag. We’re going to make a traditional diamond-shaped kite by using these easy-to-get and low-cost materials.

After gathering the materials needed, we then start making the skeleton before the other parts of the kite. The skeleton is the framework of the kite. It makes the kite’s structure firm and strong as it hits the wind. Using the two sticks, place it like a small letter “t”, being the longer stick under the shorter stick. Tie them together using the string by doing a crisscrossing pattern on the intersection of the two sticks making sure they are not lose.

We then make the sail of the kite. Spread the garbage bag and lay the skeleton on top of it and tape it so that it won’t move when you’re working on the sail. Using the tape, preferably a masking tape, make a diagonal pattern by connecting the endpoints of the sticks. Make sure you leave at least an inch for allowance around the frame. Cut the diagonal pattern; a diagonal kite is much easier to make compared to other kites. Now, using the strings tie the edges of the garbage bag to the endpoints of the sticks but make sure that it’s tight enough for the kite to fight the wind or else it will just loosen up and cause the fall of your kite. After tying the edges, remove the tapes you put for securing the skeleton on the sail then adjust the bottom string at least an inch up for the tail.

Now that the body of the kite is made, take the remaining  parts of the garbage bag and cut at least three to five straight strips and attach it to the bottom end of the frame by tying them using the string. The tail makes the kite soar higher and catches the wind more making your kite flying even longer. The tail also creates a balance for your kite.

Next, tie a string from one point of the vertical stick to its opposite point, leave at least two to five inches allowance. Do the same to the horizontal sticks; make sure that the horizontal string is under the vertical one. Using the end of the string of the spool, tie it to the intersection of the two strings, the vertical and horizontal.

If you have finished doing all the steps, you are now successful in making a kite! The kite is not a hundred percent sure to fly but it’s still best to try to adjust it. To fly the kite, of course, go outside your house and make sure that the place you’re going to fly your kite is an open area meaning no trees or electric posts or fences or anything, just a plain open space. It’s better to fly a kite on a windy day because it makes your kite fly higher and stay longer on air. Ask someone to hold the kite for you while you unwind your string. The person holding the kite must stand opposite the direction of the wind. You then, release the kite and run for initial lift of the kite. When the kite is on air, you can make it go higher by unwinding more string or lower by pulling the string. The most important thing to do is have fun! :)

Head In The Bucket

Published February 27, 2012 by The OC

“Do not lose hold of your dreams or aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live.”

-Henry David Thoreau

What do you want to do before you die?

Death is an inevitable phase of life. Death, according to Wikipedia, is the cessation of all biological factors that sustain a living organism. Death is life’s ending. We cannot escape death. We cannot live forever. With our life gone, so as our dreams and aspirations disappear. With no life, there is no more chance of doing the things we want to do. There will be no more chance of fulfilling one’s happiness. As what most people say, live your life to the fullest for the fulfillment of your life lies with the things that you accomplished for your happiness.

With the limited undefinable time I have in this world, before I die, first, I would want to be able to go to Paris, France and go up the Eiffel Tower. I have been living a frenzy, always been dreaming to go to that famous city. I want to see what other people have seen and to know what really is like to go to Paris and if lucky, fall in love there. The stories I hear and read about France have ignited my desire of visiting the country. The Eiffel Tower, aside from being a famous landmark, has always been a pleasing view in my eyes. It just looks so beautiful to me that makes me want to go and be there. In line with this, I also want to be able to work and live in Paris before I die. I plan on working and being the CEO of Banque Nationale de Paris Paribas. So much for conquering the world, working for the top bank in the world would be such a great prestige for me. Next, I want to travel to all European countries. Since I have been laying my eyes on France, the impact of European countries has been greater than before. It seems to me that going to Europe would make you feel like an elitist and being one is an experience I would want to have. Europe holds such beauty and royalty that makes one want to see it and witness its flair.

Before I die, I would also want to be able to have my pastry, dessert and pasta shop. Baking and cooking is one of my passions which I would like to enhance and make a profit of. Doing what you love makes your life worth living as many would say, and I believe that owning my own shop would add to the fulfillment of my life. Then, after I’m able to travel and have my business, I want to have my family. I want to be married to the guy who has always been there for me and will forever more be there for me. I want to have my twins, a boy and a girl, so I won’t have to go to labor twice. I want me and my family to live in a beautiful house and stay there happily. I want to experience having my grandchildren visiting me and my husband in our abode like how I want my parents to hold their grandchildren before they leave us. And by family, I also mean being able to see my sister be just like any other normal child in this Earth. My sister suffers from an unidentified brain deficiency. She cannot walk or talk or play like other kids do. She just lays in her bed and rolls around and sit sometimes. It would be a pleasure to witness my little sister be happy.

These are the things I want to do before I die. These are just simple things but I know it will give me the utmost happiness and sense of fulfillment. I know my life will be worth it when I get to do my dreams and see it. If I can do this before I die, death will be just another word in the dictionary.

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