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I own an elephant since I was in highschool. It is big and disturbing. Sometimes I walk it in school, inside the classroom, inside the library, with my friends, with my family, with strangers but mostly I don’t. I always have to remind myself how big and disturbing it is.

I received the elephant on a car accident. It was raining and so I hardly saw the road. Before I knew it, I was running towards a car. I was badly injured. My left leg was almost ripped into half, all my fingers was gnarled, my broken ribcage implied I could no longer swim, my throat screamed its last scream. And the elephant, as a gift from the offender, would remind me of that dreadful accident. My parents were the least thankful.

Since the accident, my life changed dramatically. When somebody saw the elephant, they too would be reminded of that accident and gave me a pity look together with a reassuring smile. My family exempted me from any exhausting chores. Gone are the days of lifting the garbage bin or carrying the pale of water. The school gave me a special treatment. Its either I will be the first person to get the freshly cooked lunch or the last person to pass a test paper. One would think that was a blessing in disguise. The one, however, is not the injured. For the injured, the blessing can’t still compensate for the pain.

Today, I am walking my elephant. It would be odd in particular days but today is not a particular one. I will be having a presentation of my thesis for the next hour. I can’t talk without the elephant, I became dependent on it. It is worsed than a trauma, this phenemenon is untreatable. Unless, of course, if the heavens go crazy, then I’ll utter my dying wish.

When I enter the classroom, all is in place. My teacher, my technical devices and my classmates. I walk towards the center of the classroom as soon as my name is called. I flip through my note cards and begin my presentation. It is after fifteen minutes when I heard one of my classmates rustling over the back of the classroom and mimicking my voice. I am quite grateful for it. Usually, it takes them only three minutes before they start mocking me. At least now, I made my premise. My teacher didn’t flinch. As usual, he is showing his professionalism, just doing nothing. When my presentation is finish and after some phony bows, I immediately walk out from the classroom. I can’t bear the view anymore.

The scenery always happens when I’m with my elephant. One would have thought that I had gotten over it and people would have been tired teasing me. However, the one hasn’t realized how piercing every smirks and laughs I received. This kind of pain didn’t diminish over time.

There is, however, another reason why I am with my elephant. My book club is having a discussion about “The Lovely Bones” by Alice Sebold and I am tasked to be a discussion leader. I review again my note cards and begin the discussion. I start with the objective questions working up to the intimate ones. They all listen intently to my words, as if missing one word would deprive them of a valuable information. All participated in the discussion, which I am happy for. When the discussion is over, almost all of the members pat my back and praise for the good work and worthwhile session. I smile and return back the favor.

My classmates loath my elephant but my book club appreciates it. That explains the old adage of “you can’t please everybody”. I’m just glad that there is somebody who appreciates elephants, my elephant.

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Have you ever wondered how far a mother will go to save her leukemic daughter? Would you consider a designer baby as a last resort? Is it the right thing to do? Or if it is normal to stop monitoring your other children because you have to tend the dying one?  Would you choose to save your daughter while putting the other one’s life at risk? Here, in the book, the situation presents itself.

My Sister's Keeper

My Sister's Keeper (2005)

My Sister’s Keeper is a story about the Fitzgerald family suffering the after effects of considering genetic implantation to conceive a child. The family had two children Jesse and Kate. The latter, at the age of two, is diagnosed of APL, a rare type of leukemia, barely curable. With a perfect donor match, Kate can live longer. The mother, Sarah, decided to conceived a child through test-tube. The embryo’s genes is perfectly altered to match those of Kate’s. Thus, Anna is born.

At childbirth, Anna had already donated a cord blood. Since then until thirteen, she have been giving blood, tissues and bone marrows to her sister Kate. Luckily, Kate had survived these past years and had the pleasure of kissing a boy. However, as time pass, Kate’s body begins to deteriorate and is need not just a refillable source but an organ – a kidney or else she’ll die. At best, Anna has to stop playing hockey and will not be able to drink alcohol. At worst, she might die or experience paralysis. The risks prompt Anna to think twice. In the end, she seeks for medical emancipation. She sues her parents for the rights of her own body. (more…)

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Whenever I ride our car, I always stay in the center on the backseat to get a good view of the road. Regardless of time, whether day or night, I always get annoyed of inconsiderate drivers, people who show total ignorance in driving rules and manners.

They come in different forms. Most popular, and probably most hated, are the drivers who don’t lower their headlights despite of the attempt in flicking yours for the signal. The light blinds, almost instantly, our way, making our short trip to a longer one. Some motorcycle drivers tolerate the lack of a back light, as if inviting us to hit them head-on. Their silhouette blends on the shadows of the trees which makes them unrecognizable. One time, we nearly hit one. Bumper to bumper.

Several unlicensed or show-off drivers pratice in wrong time and in the wrong place, especially in the speeding highway. These drivers are most likely to get killed or merit a lifetime of physical impairment. Trust me. I’ve been there.

One Saturday, we planned on buying gifts for Christmas or something like that. My memory had worn off because of the traumatic event. Happily singing in the backseat of the car, I was teasing my brother for this girl he mentioned. Moments later, there was a noisy crash and I was taken aback against my seat. At the right-side window, there I saw three people flying, hands flailing, probably crying for help.

Car Crashed

This is not our car but it almost looked like this.

By the looks of our beaten front-right window, it turned out that we hit a motorcycle driver together with his wife and child. The husband tried to make a U-turn on a speeding highway. He had flashed a signal light but not long enough for my father to notice. At our rate, evading the vehicle is futile. The mother and their child underwent extreme pain but had survived – the father did not.

What was supposed to be a jolly and memorable trip became a mournful and dreadful memory. In addition, we dealt in the case – who did what, who pays how much – for months, consuming our monthly budget and making that miserable moment stay longer.

So if you happen to violate traffic rules, think twice if the benefits outweighs the risk. Or even if it’s worth it. Because seriously you are not only putting your life in jeopardy but also the other drivers who have studied and observed traffic regulation for their safety and anticipated a warm welcome from their family.

Trust me. I’ve been there.

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We have many candidates. Gathering ideas. Outlining. Drafting. Revising. Editing. Submitting. Or simply getting started, particularly the first sentence. As a writer by a hobby, a profession or a virtue, we have different experiences in the torture of writing process. But of all the hardest part about writing, first sentence is ought to be in the first place, at least in my case. It is not the second sentence, the third or the last. It is not the second body paragraph or the concluding paragraph. It will always be the first sentence. The problem is not what we’ll be writing but rather how will we start it.

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Before I mislead you, I am not offering any help or ideas on how to get by this condition or dilemma. (But I certainly need one.) When I open my laptop’s lid and plunge into a word processor, I am faced with a blank document for a half an hour and is subject to extension or lesser if I ever get tempted to watch videos. Or worst: I never get to start anything at all. At that moment, there are many things in my mind. Many but none of deemed worthy to be the first sentence. I wrote the first sentence of the first paragraph of this post after my fourth revision, luckily.

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Our church is undergoing renovation and we need fund for the construction. Thus, the committee decided to hold an acrobatic show. That’s how I find myself sitting here on a plastic chair beside the walls of a gymnasium. I think I arrived just in time. The ticket says 7:30pm but it’s already eight and I’m not seeing any action. I drum my fingers out from boredom for the next one hour.

My first saliva is about to drop when the show finally started. I wipe it from the back of my hand and rub it in my pants. I know I doze off but I don’t want anyone having evidence. There is a cranky music and all the performers run through the center stage, each of them bowing as their names are mentioned. I am tempted to cover my ears, the music banging my ear drum like a stand-alone cymbal without a pattern of rhythm.

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In the Philippines, a country with 7,107 islands, we have more or less 130 languages. Only thirteen are well known. I happened to speak Cebuano, my dialect. It was widely spoken to our village and I grew with it. If there were a speaker of another dialect, I doubt if he is a commoner. He’s either having a vacation or just happens to pass by. Generally, I don’t need a dictionary to learn a word since the language had already worn out my ears but, now, I think I need one.

Sitting in a pew, last seat last row, I carefully listened to the priest’s sermon. It was about looking what we have done these past few days; I understood that. Then, it was now having a devotion to God; still, I understood that. After a while, the priest started using foreign words. I was utterly confused and what was more confusing was nobody felt the same way as I did.

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My mother always calls me when she is in the front of computer. Her annoying and yet pleading voice kept me detached in everything I do. She asks question I’ve already answered and demonstrated, numerous times. It is always how to log-in on Facebook, how to upload a photo, how to find the address bar or, in worse cases, how to turn on the computer. She is persistent to learn but I was not persistent to teach.
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Today is Easter, as you all know. In the past few days, I have been at the church to attend a mass. I was not keen to go because I prefer sitting in my wooden chair and facing my computer head on. This is my 17th Easter and I know nothing about it.

I felt good whenever the mass is over but most of the time I feel sleepy during the mass. When somebody is speaking, I can’t really concentrate in listening. I have been told that it is effective to focus on the speaker’s face but not to me. My vision goes blurry and it hurts if I force it. I reckon this is due to my abuse.

I tried to shut my vision and just listen but after a while something kept cramming in my head. They came because part of me wants them. The idea of what will I do after this mass, what page am I in the book, what will I write. I’m guilty of thinking selfish things in times of mass. But mostly I’m guilty because I know it’s wrong and I kept doing it.

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Unlikely Allies

Allies are ideal. They are useful in many ways. They can ease your tasks and increase your self-worth. However, you may be better off choosing allies with the same interests as yours. People who have different concepts, work availability* and attitude are better off going solo.

If you have different interests, you will have different concept of ideas. One may prefer to spend weekend sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching movies. The other may prefer playing basketball and get his body all worked up. As you contemplate on choices, you might lead to an argument.

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One night I and my brother couldn’t sleep. It was already late at night but our eyes were wide open. We already tried different sleeping positions but still we ended up awake. Actually more awake. By the time the clock hit twelve, our stomach was already grumbling. We decided to eat but we considered two things. First our parents would be mad if they hear us lurking early at night and second our door creaks so loud that not only our parents could hear it but also our neighbours. If there was a candidate for best noise pollution, our door would win. It was a dead-end plan. Its either we could eat food and feel guilty that we did what we know was wrong, and that includes a series of scolding. Or we can have all consequences and can’t have a food at all.

I thought hard. Really hard. By the time the clock hits one, I had my decision. I will pretend to have a sickness and cough so hard. To be able for it to be realistic, I will open the door immediately and rush to the kitchen fast. My little brother will then follow me pretending he is concern. My parents may punish us but we have a perfect excuse. Perfect indeed.

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A few days ago or it might be a week ago, I read a book named Water For Elephants by Sarah Gruen. It is basically a love story but the setting is in the circus. Well, it was also in the time of Great Depression. I learned some things both educational and not-so educational. I thought to share it with you.

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After hearing a handful and meaningful comments from other ROWers, I was able to continue in my story. I didn’t write as fast as the previous chapter but I’m really happy on my progress. I was surprise when I started writing ; all of the details seem to fall in place. The comments was so invigorating that not only I started to plan Chapter 2 but also Chapter 3. I also realized that creative writing takes liberty. I may watch out some of the thumb-rules (and grammar of course) but other than there are no constraints to limit my story. It was fun. My mind is plotting ahead of me.

After contemplating on the last few days, I figured I am not productive when I don’t planned ahead. Without goal, I can’t figure out if my progress is good or bad. Thus, I decided to reach 250 words at the end of each day. And by every week I will have a chapter.

Again, Thank You for the community. I will give back the favor to you all.


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The Bad Beginning is full of unfortunate events, as the series says. Even if there is a glimpse of happiness, it is rob immediately and replace with sorrow. The events start when Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire lost their parents. They are now orphans. They can’t acquire they’re fortune until Violet is of the right age. They are adopted by Count Olaf. Later he is found out to be a wicked man, who wants nothing for the Baudelaires but their money.

So far in my Summer Reading List, this is I enjoyed the most. I didn’t hold back while reading. The reason why I am engrossed on the story was the author’s writing style. I know it’s aimed for children but I find it effective. There was also a work of authenticity. Like when a word was a bit confusing, he will explain it elaborately:

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