Hello blogging world! The name's Johannah but I do prefer being called as Maria Franchesca online. Why so? I really don't know but I feel like a whole different person when I'm being Maria. I'm more myself when I'm Maria. I think it's because I grew up being expected to do this and that, as Johannah. On the other hand, being Maria feels so free and so happy in ways I can't really put to words.
I started to write around 4-5 years old. I could still remember how I used to scribble on papers thinking those were the words I've been wanting to let go. It was so funny how my cousins would let me grab their love letters because they know I couldn't read still but I knew in me that I have this passion with exploring and expressing.
I started to draw when I was during my playschool days. It was because I used to see my dad draw all the time and he's the first person I saw who did that and he was amazing. He did my homeworks with drawings until I told him to stop and to let me do it instead. They used to do this business thing with my mom using a white board and a marker and all of a sudden, I kinda have that instinct to draw on it. The adults were talking and chattering when I suddenly grabbed the marker and started to draw a swan and to their surprise it looked like this:
I never hated him or anything of that matter. I went on with my life like nothing happened. My mom went abroad to work and I was surprised how easy money was during those times. I used to get what I want, whenever I want it without even asking her. She just knows. She would send me boxes of toys and clothes. I was thankful for that.
My mom is very perfectionist. She has high hopes for me and my sister. I think it's because she's so intelligent that she want us to be like her as well. I grew up seeing my sister achieve a lot of academic accomplishments. My granda taught her mathematics at the age of 3 and she could write I think around 4 and she's pretty intelligent.
I used to cry a lot when I was younger because all I wanted was to play but my grandma would always wait for me at the door to start our mathematics and reading comprehension class. I could remember when I was around 4-5, I was so excited to open up my presents when suddenly I realized that my mom gave me a box of mathematics stuffs. I'm not sure if you're familiar with it but it pretty much looked like a test paper card that wherein you would have to pull the blank page to answer it. It was amazing to some people but for me it was nightmare. I could read fluent English and Tagalog even before I was enrolled in kindergarten and could add, multiply and divide up to 4 digits. I feel like a lost a huge part of my childhood but I'm thankful still.
I was passionately curious and I learned to play the piano and guitar by myself but no, I'm not as good as my dad or my sister. I could only play some songs I've practiced a lot but I mostly forget them eventually.
I first used blogger around October 2007. I didn't know how to compose poems and such but what I did was listened to a song that matched up my mood that moment and then turned of the lights and started to type what I feel like writing and that was the first time I felt so free and I could hear myself whisper the name "Maria Franchesca", eventually I started using it as my Alias.
I have a lot of personalities to the point that I started to feel confused but I feel like it's pretty much normal to feel so. I'm a great believer of horoscopes because the moment I read my horoscope trait I feel like I was hit straight to my chest. I'm a Scorpio by the way, born on October 31st year 1995.
I have a multi-talented best friend. Her name's Reyna Ortiz and she's currently studying in UP iloilo. She's one of a kind. I'm crazy around her and I'm so protective of her. I hate to see her cry. I also have amazing childhood friends. I love them to bits, I even featured them in my Photo Diary tab.
I love fishes and giraffes. I have an aquarium beside my computer set with 7 different fishes. I have 2 janitors named "jay" and "janet", one white carp named "whitey", a shark named "marty", 2 baby fishes with rainbow tails named "baby girl and baby boy" and my favorite 1-year old goldfish named "melmown". I love them so much and I have a little sticker around the lower right side of my aquarium; a baby giraffe sticker, they always cheer me up.
I also have a boyfriend; whom I'd like to think as the best boyfriend there is. We've been together for years and years and I still get those butterflies in me. He pisses me off and makes me mad but despite those stuffs he brings out the best in me. He's a pain in the head but he's trying really hard not to and I love him for that. He's one guy every girl would be lucky to have. He's amazing.
And that's probably it.
Vengeance Is not Ours, It's God's
It's a story about a boy named Oscar that happened five years ago when the Nippon's discovered their home and took his father and hanged him along the tree after they beat him. Devastated, Oscar cried vengeance and eventually found himself nursing his poor invalid mother. Upon looking for some shelter bombs suddenly fell and hit his mother. He took her in his arms crying for vengeance when his mother told him that vengeance is not ours, it's God's. His mother died and he went blind.
Insights:
Upon reading the declamation piece, I could feel how hard it has been for Oscar to witness the death of both his parents whom he loves so much. I could sense him feeling so hopeless and so angry but he's mother was right, vengeance is not ours but God's. I hope that someday he'll be able to forgive and forget how painful it was for him and his family and finally move on with his life. If only he'd realize that life is sweeter without hatred and grudge then he'll be able to live making his parents proud again.
The World Is An Apple
It is a story about how a man named Mario who chose to get back to his bad ways after he got fired from his work because of picking up one apple that rolled down from a broken crate. He wanted to give it to his and Gloria's sick daughter. His wife was so devastated but as Mario assured her that things will be okay after he gets this new job, she thanked and prayed to God to give him the opportunity thinking that Mario finally changed. As they were talking before sending Mario off to see that friend he was talking who's offering him a job, Pablo, an old acquaintance of Mario suddenly showed up and ruined the seen. He told Gloria the truth about how Mario has been wanting to get back to their old ways of earning. Gloria wasn't able to stop Mario and ended up crying with their daughter upon his leaving instead.
Insights:
I find this story very common to a lot of our men. Thinking about how this happens almost everyday makes me want to ask our government how did they managed to oversee little things that matter, like this. I would also want to ask those persons involved why weren't they able to overcome such obstacles when it's happened to them too frequent? If I were in their situation there's no doubt that it's never going to be easy and that would be my number one reason on why I wouldn't want to get caught up in it for a long time. Life is life and it will never get any easier to anyone anyhow. That's what I wrote in my latest blog post and that's reality right there and it's all up to you.
Where's The Patis?
It is a story about a Filipino who's dream is to go abroad with constant vision of himself being a tourist traveling around the globe. His dream suddenly turned into a nightmare after the thought of having no patis around abroad. Having to miss the heat, the native accents or the company of his cheerful compatriots and Filipino dishes his heart sunken. He was looking for Filipino dishes everywhere after being tired of American dishes that took so long to be served and found a Chinese cuisine who serves rice and other dishes close to his beloved gastronomic county.
Insight:
I get confused instead of being touched by stories like this. I know that life here in our country is far more difficult than it is to other countries but I've seen a lot of people who made choices for their lives to change. I think he was home-sick because he wasn't really there for a tour but for work and therefore he has no other choice. I hope that stories like this will inspire others in the sense that they will not let this thing happen to them. What thing you ask? Well, having no choice. Having no choice but to adjust to other cultures because you need to feed your family. I hope that time will come that Filipinos will no longer go abroad and be separated from their families because they need to, instead they will go together because they really want to.
They Grind Exceedingly Small
16. Might the boy have lived in spite of the weather if he had a different kind of father? Explain.
I think if his father wasn't as arrogant as he is then he might have a chance to live because if only his father was the type of person who would honestly return things he finds to the rightful owner then he might have a chance to live.
17. What do you think is the most tragic element in the story? Why?
For me I think that the most tragic element in the story wasn't the death of his son but his being. I think it's more tragic to see that someone so arrogant caused the death of his loved one because deaths are new beginnings but a twisted personality that caused it is truly tragic.
18. What do you think will be the effect of the boy's death on the lives of Hazen and his wife?
I think that the effect of the boy's death will depend on Hazen and his wife's decisions; if they'd choose to have their lifestyle changed for the better then they will progress and prosper but if they'd choose to let it get to them too much then they'd suffer more than they've suffered for years.
19. Three ideas are woven into the story.
a. God is brooding over the hills and over the lives of men.
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