Sunday, August 21, 2011

Crying with the Sky



This morning I cried with the sky.

I woke up to a Monday morning where shadows cast over the clouds. I used to love Mondays. It signals the start of a new week and for a person like me who is very sanguine, I think of it as a start of a new life, to continue doing the right things I’ve done the past week and an opportunity to correct the wrong things. I used to consider my Monday’s as the appetizer of my main dish, which is the rest of the days of the week. But this Monday was totally different.

I woke up with a very beaten up disposition caused by the departmental sports event that we had yesterday. That really gobbled my reserved energy for the next three days, at least. I am drained but I am happy because we bagged the thing that our class coveted the most- the championship trophy. But that’s not the reason why I’m writing this right now.

I thought this was going to be just like the usual Monday’s that I have. I got up from bed and opened my laptop and browsed through my mail and my FB notifications. I saw this message from a high school friend saying that she misses me. In a split second, tears rolled down from my eyes relentlessly just as the rain poured down from the clouds.

I miss my friends terribly. We were as close as pods in a pea during high school and things changed when we stepped into college. My closest friends went to other cities for college and my best friend migrated to another country. W-O-W! For several nights I felt solitary. I felt like being castigated because the people I love the most are leaving me just like my dad, whom I love so much. He works in another city and I’m left with my mom who is the exact opposite. Now you can’t really blame me if I developed the ‘separation anxiety’ and worse, I think history is repeating itself now that I’m already about to graduate.

I hate the feeling of leaving people and I hate the feeling of people leaving me. I love my friends so much and even just the thought of spending a day without them pains me. The joy they’re giving me is a far cry from the joy that I’m getting at home.

I love them. And before I leave them to fish-eating-fish world out there, I want to say a few words to their soon-to-be new friends who will be taking my place: BEFORE I LEAVE THEM TO YOU, PROMISE ME THAT YOU WILL LOVE THEM EVEN JUST HALF AS MUCH AS I DO.

P.S.: and yes, nostalgia is a bitch. 

Friday, August 19, 2011

A Giver of Smiles



She does not only make smiling masks but she also makes people smile.
For Julie Balinas, the MassKara Festival is more than just an annual merrymaking of flamboyant banderitas and street dancing. The festival has been a huge part of her life as it does not only bring smiles but also livelihood.
Julie has been manufacturing wedding giveaways made of ceramics at the age of 16. She started molding ceramics right after high school since she has never set foot on college due to her family’s impoverished situation. To her demise, the ceramic industry was catapult down the drain during the regime of former president Fidel V. Ramos as the economy concentrated on agricultural developments and not on the arts.
One of her closest friends recommended her to the Provincial Tourism Office. Her first commission was to make MassKara necklaces as tokens for the Prosecutors’ Convention held here in Bacolod in 2001. The tourism office really loved her work so she was given another project the week after which was for the Doctors’ Convention. It started with those two conventions and the giving of smiles has continued since then.
This year marks Julie’s 10th year of making masks and giving smiles. Since this is her only source of income to sustain her family’s needs, the production of the masks is done year-round. Her husband is also working in a public college as the one in charge of posting the school’s streamers but his meager income cannot suffice the needs of their children.
“I do not earn much in this livelihood but I can affirm that what I earn is just enough to pay the bills and the school fees of my children,” Julie said. 
Since Julie only finished high school, her ultimate dream is for all her five children to finish college and secure a degree from a reputable school. In that way, they will be alleviated from poverty. Julie said that making masks has been very helpful to their lives. In fact, two of her children already graduated from college just because of the mask making. One is already a teacher in a public college and the other one is already working full time in a Computer Company here in the city. “I am proud to say that one of my daughters will already be graduating on March with a degree of Business Administration,” She said. It is my pride and honor that I’m able to raise my children with a decent livelihood.
“Mask making is a tedious process,” Julie said. The masks are first molded and then baked. After which, they are painted with various colors and the final touch, is putting a smile to the masks.
“I couldn’t do everything alone,” Julie said, adding that, “I thank my children for being so supportive of our livelihood. They go home straight from school and help me. They are actually the ones who are designing the masks and painting them. This way, they wouldn’t have time to engage in harmful things like drugs.”
Whenever the MassKara Festival draws near and the demands are high, Julie asks the help of some of her neighbors and she also gives them commission. “This way, I’m able to spare them from just doing their routine of playing cards in the sidewalks and let them do something worthwhile while they also earn.”
Now that she’s already 54, Julie has expanded her market saying, “Hotel managers and even foreigners visit me in this little shack,” looking up to the ceiling of her wrecked bahay kubo. “And besides, my English is not that good,” She jested.
Some street vendors also get supplies from Julie during the peak of the MassKara festival. “I can’t even count the number of masks I’m able to make in a year,” she quipped.  
“I would like the rest of the world to witness the MassKara Festival,” Julie said, adding that, “I am not saying this just because I am a Bacolodnon but because there is no other festival in the world which is as merry and there are no other people who are as happy as the Bacolodnons. We always carry a smiling face no matter how many problems we have and it has become a legacy for us to just shrug off at any problem in a good way.”
Bacolod City has been ranked by Money Sense as the best city to live in among 64 other cities in the country and Julie’s glitzy masks are only one of the reasons why we should visit Bacolod during MassKara. The city offers a wide array of sceneries and activities like the Street Dancing, the Electric MassKara Parade, the kiosks along the public plaza and Lacson Street, and of course, no visitor has ever gone home from a visit in Bacolod without having a stick of the delectable chicken inasal.
 “I am happy to see smiling faces when people buy my masks. This gives me a sense of fulfillment and makes me feel that perhaps, my purpose in this world is to paint smiles not only to the masks I make but also to the people who buy them,” Julie said, adding, “All I am and all I ought to be, I ought it to the smiles.” #