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By: Emil Nasarenko

I thought that I would put the life story of Elvira Loquias on the Internet so that people would understand what drives her, and learn a little about why and how she has got to the point in her life that she now is. Elvira's
Paradise, (i.e.: her Tourist Park), is a culmination of her life's experiences.

Remember while you are reading this story that she came from a very poor family, her mother and father had very little education, and in general, the inhabitants of the Philippines are a very superstitious people.

My name is Emil Nasarenko and I will be writing this biography on Elvira's
behalf, in the first person, as I think that her life story will be a good read, she is a real survivor, and considering where she started from has achieved many great things and I am sure will continue in her achievements.

I was born on 1/11/61, All Saints Day, in Nabuntaran, Davao City, Mindanao
Island, The Philippines. The first chapter in the story of my life begins as
related to me by my Mother.

Only a few weeks after I was born, my mother thought that I was a sickly
child, so she took me to an old lady, who supposedly was something of a witch. She told my mother that the only way that I would survive and live a normal life was if my mother gave me to her and then bought me back off of her. My mother was horrified, she didn't want to give me away no matter how poor she was, but the witch assured her that this was the only way of casting off whatever spell that had been placed upon me. So very early in my life it was decided that I was worth the princely sum of 1peso.

Then when I was only a couple of months of age my Mother had to go away to visit her family to sort out some problems that they were having. She left me in the care of my Grandfather as she was only going to be gone for 1 night, and didn't think that she should take me with her because of the pollution. I was apparently born with weak lungs so the pollution affected me badly. I believe that I suffered from infantile asthma.

When my Mother arrived back home, of course the first thing she did was look for me. She couldn't find me anywhere and my grandfather was off visiting some of his friends. When he returned home my Mother asked him where I was. He said that as soon as she left I began to cry and he became annoyed with me,so he took me into the Jungle and left me there so that he couldn't hear my crying. It didn't occur to him that I might need a nappy change or something to eat.

My Mother was furious with my Grandfather, not only because he left me in the Jungle, but also because he couldn't remember where he left me; all he could tell them was that it was far enough away from the house so that he couldn't hear my crying anymore. She had all of the neighbours out in the jungle looking for me. Eventually they found me, hungry, crying and dirty but
otherwise fit and healthy. She kicked my Grandfather out of our house,
telling him that he should have treated one of his own grandchildren better
than he treats one of his fighting cocks or dogs. If one of his animals was
crying or injured he wouldn't just take it out in the jungle and leave it there, he would have gone and got someone to have a look at it to see what was wrong. From then on I had very little contact with my grandfather, and my
mother never made him welcome in our home.

Started School Early

In the Philippines you can start school when you are six years old, but I
wanted to start going to school when I was 5. The teachers had this rule that
if you could touch your left ear with your right hand by going over your head
you were considered to be big enough to start Grade 1. They told me that if I
could do this I could start early. I said "why would I want to touch my ear
like that when it is much easier to go under my chin", even though this is not the way that they wanted me to do it they said that seeing as I was smart
enough to try to solve the problem they would let me start Grade 1. Three
months into my education I became bored with Grade 1, so I made a practice of sneaking out of class and walking around the school. I found a class that was studying and learning about things that were new to me, so I got a chair and sat outside the window of that classroom. It was Grade 3. Eventually the
Grade 1 teacher went to the Principle and told him that I wasn't attending
classes and he instructed her to visit my Mother.

They asked me where I had been and I told them that I was sitting outside the Grade 3 classroom learning what they learn and that I knew all the things
that they were learning in Grade 1 and I was bored in Grade 1. I also liked
the Grade 3 class because they had different teachers for the different subjects. I wanted to do the harder Math calculations and I liked Algebra,
Grade 3 was doing Algebra. The Principal said that if I got 100% in a test
that he would set for me that I could go up to Grade 3. I agreed and I did.

In the community that I lived people thought that I was a troublemaker even
when I was only 5yrs old. Someone was always telling my mother that she
should control me and that I should be forced to conform, but I was a wilful
child, I didn't want to conform. When I went to school my teacher in grade 3
would ask me how I was and I told her that "I got bashed again, but that's ok
I still loved my mother". Mum used to hit me sometimes because I wanted to be different to all the other kids, I was different to my brothers and sister and in the Philippines you aren't supposed to be different, you are supposed to fit in.

I used to sleep through my History lessons because I told the teacher that I
didn't want to learn about Philippine history, I wanted to learn about world
history. "After all", l told the teacher and anyone else who wanted to listen
that "I didn't belong in the Philippines, I was born in the wrong place, and
I wanted to live in America or Australia". My uncle asked me what I want to
be when I grow up, I told him that I wanted to wear that red stuff on my
cheeks and lips and wear high-heels and carry a bag like the lady that lives
down the street. My mother was horrified by this, as that lady was the local
prostitute, my uncle loved to ask this question of me all the time because it
used to upset my mother. My mother believed that anyone who dressed like that was a prostitute. Well I dress the way I like and wear makeup but I didn't turn out like my mother thought.

Mum didn't come to my Grade 3 graduation because she didn't believe that I
was going to receive any awards. She was always getting complaints from the teachers about my behaviour in class, they told her that I was smart and
doing well with my lessons but I was always outspoken and this wasn't
acceptable. The only teacher that gave me a good behaviour report was the nun who took my religion class, an American, and my mother thought how could a nun lie, she was so sure that I misbehaved in every class. At my grade 3 graduation I got top honours in religion, and scholastic awards for every other subject, but no best behaviour awards for any other class, other than my religion class.

I don't like being told what to do and that i can't do something, people have
told me that Elvira's Paradise is a nice dream. Well the dream is becoming a
reality.

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