$maritova: Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”$

maritova:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light.

“From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

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We never said a word the moment we found ourselves in that secluded place we always considered ours. Our mouths did not move to converse, rather, to actualize what we feel inside, to fuel the burning passion and longing that strengthened every second we were apart.

We leaned back, watching the light from the dashboard slowly fade away together with the nagging noise that emanates from the car engine. There was silence for a few seconds, later broken by the indistinguishable number of crickets and the sound they made.

We could only see stars, numerous twinkling magnificence that we earlier learned were possibly dead. You felt a hint of sadness and sensing this, I moved closer to feel your warmth. But this could never be enough. I wanted to be so close that I would almost become part of your existence, a second body meant to be attached to you for the rest of our fragile lives. Sadness flourished as this could not ever be possible, as we cannot help but to be apart because we live different lives no matter how powerful this connection was.

And in our silence, the unspoken reality danced right in front of us as if mocking whatever illusions we had for each other. You could never be together, they say. You would never last long. We will never accept you. Those words remain haunting us, but we were never fazed.

You are dreamers, filthy and directionless dreamers, they say. To which we responded at the back of our minds, yes. Yes, we are dreamers and we want to stay in this illusion of being together for as long as we have to, for as long as you impose our separation.

And we stayed in that position for hours, the moon blanketing us with its subtle luminosity. Everything was enough.

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June

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Problems arise when parents meddle too much with their children’s relationships. I know because I can see it currently happening right now.

My 14-year-old brother had/s (I don’t know what their current situation is right now) a girlfriend and my mom was very supportive about it to the point that she invites the girl and her mom, who was open about it too, to outings and trips. It was cute at first: these youngsters apparently in love with each other, cuddling in the back seat while their parents were getting along and talking about parental stuff.

I kind of felt like the parents were getting too carried away with what is transpiring between their children. Maybe it reminded them of when they were kids and they had to conceal everything and they did not want their children to go through all the trouble they had before.

Just recently, my brother wanted to break up with the girl because he was getting constricted and was just seeing this new girl. Things got way out of hand and his (ex) girlfriend became depressed and would not eat.

This was when the parents took center stage. My mom was bugging my brother about fixing things with the girl because she wanted her for him already, and was piteous as she grew fond of her already. My brother just got pissed and I do not know what he did in response.

Anyway, the point is, it’s okay if parents are supportive and open about their children’s relationships but they should be okay about them breaking up too. They are teenagers for crying out loud. They’re young and they need to explore different personalities before they could say they have found someone they want to spend their whole lives with. Some children want to move on but their parents hinder them because they spent too much time and effort, and they have established a strong connection with their child’s partner. If their children want to break free and explore other options in store for them, then their parents should allow that.

I didn’t really want to get involved in this situation at home which is why I kept my silence and didn’t tell my mom the opinion I have. I understand where my brother and my mom are coming from, but mostly, I favor my brother’s side.

Truly, we have modernized because if it were in the old days, the problem would have been parents not wanting their children to be in relationships.

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June

5

#disorganized rant

Over-sensationalization in the Philippines often reflects our dire need to compensate for what we lack; our flamboyant and tasty dessert after the bland and underwhelming serving of dishes during dinner. Often, we have no control over the latter, thus, the former covers everything up and makes us feel a sensation of betterment.

We cannot be truly proud of our economy yet despite optimal growth, for as long as millions live on less than a dollar a day while a slim portion bathe on an oversupply of money, growth cannot be considered lasting and inclusive. We cannot fully be proud of our judicial system either because no matter how much we see justice being served on national television, the untelevised cases remain with justice unserved or only prevalent to those who have the means.

These are only some of the flaws we cannot help but observe as they happen right in front of us. Not even the blind are spared from these dispositions. They occur everyday, and unless we have a great amount of power to do so, the forces we have to face are just too strong. Thus, we compensate.

Every good news is a breather from the realities we clamor to surpass. Every positive connection to the country feeds our hungry egos, thus, giving ourselves a sense of empowerment.

A Pinoy makes it big internationally, a Pinoy merits this and that and lets people from other parts of the globe recognize it. These are things we so long to hear and when these become reality, our mouths cannot stop blabbering about them. And eventually, over-sensalization surfaces.

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June

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