Let's Time Travel
If the Candy girls had a time machine this is what they would do:
|I know it would be cool to see the future, but it's really time traveling to the past that fires my imagination. I'd check out Egypt in any of its B.C. millennia, and Italy during the Renaissance, and Manila during mid- or late Spanish occupation. And I'd be sure to bring home souvenirs! —Mia C., Editor in Chief|
|I'd love to visit Europe in the 1700s! I'd definitely try on those tight corsets and attend lavish masquerade balls. Most importantly, I'd go there in search of my very own Mr. Darcy. :) —Mimi, Managing Editor|
|This is a hard question, but I would have to say the 1940s-'50s. Back then people really appreciated glamour, the curve of a woman's body, and the value of having good, clean fun. —Jennie, Beauty Editor|
|I'd like to travel to the time when Jesus was living on earth so I can discover more about my faith. I would talk to His disciples, spend time with Mary, listen to His sermons, and witness His hardships, as well as His miracles and triumphs. I've always wanted to do a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, but if I can go there while Jesus is alive, it would be even better! —Angel, Assistant Features Editor|
|I want to go back to the year I was born—1985. My parents keep telling me I looked like ET when I was a baby, (and okay, in the photos, I kind of did), but well, I just want to be sure. :P Oh, and I wanna see what my Kuya looked like when he was two years old. I bet he was still cute then. Hahaha! :) —Marla, Editorial Assistant|
|I actually want to travel into the future! Maybe about 20 years from now when I already have a family, and hopefully, kids, too. I'll probably have the coffee/bake shop I've always dreamed of putting up and finishing the book I've been wanting to write.—Macy, Web and Mobile Producer|
|Maybe I want to go back to the years of 1910s-1920s. Everyone just looks so glamorous and all dressed up. Oh and I want to have that British accent hehe! —Roch, Web and Mobile Producer|
What about you? What era would you like to visit?
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First. Pixie dust and paper cuts – these are the first things Wendy knew about Peter Pan. Aurora first met Prince Philip when she was sixteen. Learning how to ride a bike was also a first while I was growing up, but you are probably the first of too many. The first collection of dust and stars; maybe Luna will try to ask, who was your first? I might answer and tell her that it was you.
The first of too many stars in the sky. You are the first of too many fallen leaves during fall – and you will be the most anticipated snowflake as winter comes. A dark path that you can’t see without any light, hence, you were once the moon and there are the stars that shine so bright at night. Are we too early? Or we just really want to be ahead of time? Even in a glimpse, I would like to see the two of us connect as if we can reach the sky. There are other parts of the heavens you have never saw and other oceans you haven’t laid your feet onto – but the constellations will always wait for you. Close your eyes, love, close your eyes. Start counting backward: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Count backward until you see the twinkling lights that will guide you to the right path. To the right satellite; to the right person. A first.
There are many firsts – first love, first heartbreak, first sport you played, the first thing you do in the morning, the first thing you remember about the person in front of you. There are a lot. It’s actually up to us how we will consider something as a first. So, Primo, you are already a first of too many.
If you know me, and know me well, I am not the biggest fan of idyllic lifestyles. With a Type A personality, I act immediately upon whatever challenge that needs to be addressed. I actually enjoy keeping my mind preoccupied: doing university work in my favourite cafe then running errands around town, grocery shopping here, updating my accounts there, photocopying documents on the way down the street - all just in time before having a glass of champagne at the bar with my friends come evening.
And so, you could imagine my bewilderment when the next challenge to be faced was an extensive self-quarantine protocol. I didn’t know what to do when my greatest responsibility in this situation was to do nothing at all. My first few attempts to combat my consternation were very much rooted in distraction and imagination. My distractions involved conducting research, writing songs, calling family and friends, filming videos, and eating chocolate! My imaginations and fantasies were centred on travelling, shopping, even clubbing (which I rarely do) for when they find a cure to COVID-19. I did anything and everything that could be considered constructive in order to pass the time, mainly hoping I could just undertake the basic human necessities to survive - that is, eat and sleep the day through - until the next day comes, until the world is closer to becoming a better place, until quarantine ends, until my flight follows through, until I see my family and friends again.
Days in self-isolation and suspended flights turned to weeks and turned to months. By the third extension here in Spain where I study Fashion Business, I had to tell myself this shall be my new normal now, that I was blessed to be healthy, that I was tired of merely existing and missed what it was like to actually live - even if just within four walls. Little by little, I began to find significance in the simple occurrences of the day: the soft glare of the rising sun beaming golden streaks through my bedroom window upon waking up, the fragrance of freshly washed bed sheets that I had painstakingly hung to fit a relatively small clothes rack without crumpling them, the crunch and tanginess of warm toasted bread topped with raspberry marmalade, the buzzing sound of a phone call from home just waiting to be answered, to the caress of a fuzzy sweater to keep warm at night. I realised, “What pleasures to be enjoyed in the pause of slow living!” Through this continued pause, which I loathed at first, I began to appreciate each moment of the day rather than wish it would pass more swiftly, moments I had overlooked so often before the lockdown. I started to find that the challenge of self-isolation was never to pause both the regular routines of life as well as the positive emotions that came with these - as initially, I thought it meant to pause all happiness, so as to withstand a time of endurance in hopes for a better tomorrow, much like a form of delaying gratification. Life is just too fragile these days to delay gratification any further.
Life has paused, but it has not stopped. Believe that like any punctuation mark in a sentence, the pause will provide the right timing of things to take place. Till then, let us not waste our time waiting. Instead, we could be in the moment, seek substance in simplicity (that is, in what we already have), And enjoy the pleasure in pause. “Practice the Pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.”