Sunday, May 13, 2012

Remember when I was little and I thought if I closed my eyes, then nobody could see me? I wish I still believed that.
—Jane Margaux, Sundays at Tiffany’s

guys should learn something from this kid

from the movie Sundays at Tiffany's

Filipino’s grandmama could be Russia’s Anastasia

By Emily A. Abrera
Philippine Daily Inquirer

I first met Caty Petersen in October 2010 through a mutual friend, who was convinced that I was the right person to write Caty’s story.

She divulged nothing more than that, asking me to just keep an open mind and join them for lunch, which at least promised to be a pleasant one; Kai was one of my favorite restaurants, and we hadn’t seen each other for months.

Caty rushed in, late and breathless and wide-eyed, a large brown envelope in hand, which she handed to me.

Over the next hour, I listened to her relate the highlights of a most unusual tale, riveting in many aspects, and somewhat incredible in others.

The story tumbled out of her, unrestrained. It was a search for roots.

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Provincial Life Is... Provincial!

So yesterday we experienced the first summer rain that happened during daytime. Most of the rains we suffered happened during nighttime when people are asleep but yesterday was different. And it wasn't the regular summer rain you experience when the drops are slow and kinda soft, no, it was literally a downpour like I've never seen. I have to shout to my younger sister to tell her I'm ready to go out and play under the rain and I wasn't even sure if she heard me. Good thing she was also thinking the same thing so we just looked at each other and ran out of the door.

We ran along the gutters, and even outside to edge of the roof of the covered court just to play with the water running over the edges. And because we have a ginormous mango tree a few feet from our front gate, my sister and I decided to pick up the mangoes which have fallen from the tree. I wanted to take a picture of my and my sister under the rain but my camera isn't waterproof so all I have is a nice memory.

I seriously don't know how long we just ran and laughed and ran and laughed again under the rain. One time, I stopped and just savored the moment. Then I wondered when was the last time I was able to play under the rain. Sad thing was, I couldn't even remember when it was. I couldn't remember the last time when I "didn't have a care". Oh, I wasn't responsible all the time but the last two years had made me "grow up". I had to. I felt like I had no choice and now I can't shrug it off and don on that "I don't give a damn" cloak. Somehow in the past two years I had changed whether I realized it or not. And that's why I'm thankful for those small moments when I can simply let my hair down and forget all my worries.