Blog 7: Narrative

     Oh how blurry my childhood memories are. I can't recall a single vivid event, yet I can always recall how fragile and precious I was. My two loving parents are kind of a bit safety freaks. They often told me not to talk to strangers but as life goes on I began to realize that there are times that you need to break this rule.
     The mind of a child is still unreliable, they still are not capable of critical thinking. Naturally, you would advice your child not to talk to strangers because of the fact that they can't really tell who is reliable and trustworthy or not. As far as I can remember I took this advice seriously, whenever there were visitors in the house I wont approach or even speak to them unless told to do so. The rooms were like my bunker, a fox hole in which I would use to take a peak on whosoever entered our house. Then when my grandparents would call me, I would go out of the room in an awkward sense. After that I had to do the 'la mano' a sign of courtesy we show to the elders. Finally I go back in to the room.
     I was pretty shy back then. That advice kind of made me into a paranoid. Then the time came to conquer my fear of people. The fear created through a simple advice. I was an escort for the flower bearers for a wedding, can't remember whose wedding was it though. We had a rehearsal but me and my partner were so shy that both of us stared at the floor as we walked through the isle. The organizers pushed us to get acquainted with each other and so we did but it really felt awkward. Then we went for a second run, the isle looked so long and time went by so slow. Sinister grinning faces line up and were looking directly at us. As my partner anchored her arm to my arm, I felt her trembling. I could sense the shyness and the fear that we both felt, it was really hard to suppress. I don't even know why I was so afraid. The cheers that the organizers shouted didn't help at all, it made me feel worse. Every time the organizers shouted "very good". I could feel my partner grip tighten and loosen up again. Well on the plus side, I didn't have to face the ordeal alone.
     Fast forward to the present time I feel as if I overcame my fear and shyness, I can even say that I went off the top. It really helps a lot if you know how to deal with people. Who to trust, who you should talk to and who you should consider as a friend. Nowadays, I often talk to strangers but only those ones I believe reliable and trustworthy. And I understood what my parents meant about not talking to strangers. They didn't mean not to talk to everyone whom you didn't know, well if you were a child then they really mean it that way. But if your all grown up what they mean't was to distinguish who is trustworthy or not those who are not are to be considered as strangers.

Blog 6: Description

                The water cycle starts with the bodies of water heated by the rays of the sun. The water molecules would begin to vibrate faster and faster as its temperature reaches the boiling point. These vibrating molecules would break free from the bond between the water molecules to water molecules. When these water molecules break free they would float into the atmosphere as steam. Try to observe a hot coffee you could see that steam is going out from it and after a while the content inside your cup would lessen even if you didn’t drink it. Formally we call the steam as water vapor; it is a light gas which is another phase of water. Water is the also the only existing molecule that has all three phases which is liquid, solid and gas. As these water vapor go up in the atmosphere they begin to cool. When these molecules cool they tend to vibrate much slower and slower making them much more susceptible to bondage. Thus, the process of condensation happens and these can be seen from the clouds we see and appreciate every day. Precipitation happens when solid particles goes up the atmosphere and comes into contact with the condensed water vapor. Thus, the phenomenon which stir up gloomy emotions we call rain occurs. Sometimes I think of the rain as the tears of the sky as it is being exposed to pollution.

                When I was little I always wondered why it would rain. I got to think that maybe the clouds are crying. But when I went through elementary I learned that it was just a part of a cycle that retains the amount of water present in our Earth. The funny thing is when it rains; the water cycle doesn’t cross my mind. Instead emotions flood in and I would recall the time when I was little. Every time I see droplets fall from the sky and I every time I hear the sound of falling rain, I could always recall the envious feeling I had for my friends when I was still young. I would sit and watch them inside the house as they run and dance under the gloomy grey clouds. Oh how I envy them, If only I could go outside and feel the cold touch of the wind’s embrace. If only I had the chance to be drenched in every refreshing droplet then I wouldn’t have to envy them at all. I believe that’s the price I had to pay for being born sickly. There had never been a rainy day in which I wouldn’t catch a cold, cough, fever or just feel healthy when I was young. Every time the weather turns cold my nose would be all red and clogged up with mucus. There were even times that I just couldn’t stand the feeling that I went out. After feeling the refreshing and pleasant experience of doing what I want, then comes the reprimands and scolding from my parents. On top of that MR. HOTTIE FEVAH, comes in for a visit. Even if I did what I wanted to do, the envious feeling still persists inside. Questions like, why I wasn’t born as healthy as my friends were would come into my mind.

 I am healthier now, even if I got drenched and got soaked to the bone I won’t get sick that easily. At my age now, I’ve been through many situations and emotions in which I could associate with the rain. Emotions such as loneliness and sadness would sink deep into my heart every time I see those darkened skies but still I couldn’t forget the feeling I had when I was younger. Sometimes I could go and appreciate what happened to me when I was a child, cause when those negative feeling arises I could still smile through it because of that.

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Blog 5: Definition

     When I was younger I never had the chance to think about having a future family. It never crossed my mind because I was still young. Instead I focused on what career I would have in the future. I could be an actor a star my name in the magazines, newspaper and the TV. A scientist going out to the field collecting data making the world a better place. Or how about a soldier protecting the freedom and peace that other people take for granted. As time passed by I began to change my mind, until one day I decided to be a programmer
     Now that I have gotten this far I still didn't think about having a family in the future. First of all I suck when it comes to relationships. It made me wonder as to how I could get a wife one day. So I decided not to think about it anymore. Then, something else came into my mind. How would I raise my child in the future? How should I guide him or her to see what is right from wrong?
    My parents would be the greatest example of a responsible parent for me. They raised me well, sacrificed everything and showed me love. I felt so important to them and that is why my child in the future would be as well. Your child would be a reflection as to how good of a parent you had been. The things you learned in life would be passed on to them and the mistakes you've made are mistakes they should never commit in. They showed me that a good parent doesn't discourage their child in doing the things that they want to do but instead they make them understand the consequences in doing these.
     Given the chance, I would let my child do whatever he or she wants even if society sees it as inappropriate. If ever I would have a son, I would allow him to do dancing, cooking, acting, hairdressing and all the other stuff that are considered feminine, I myself like some of the feminine things anyway. As long as he can maintain his masculinity and be able to know what God has given him, I would never stop him. The last think I would need is a homosexual son. If ever I would have a daughter, I would allow her to do those rough sports and martial arts as well as long as she likes doing it and it would make her happier. Martial arts is the best, I'd support it for her own safety. She could easily defend herself and escape from the clutches of evil.
     I hope in the future when I have outlive my purpose my child could live a happy life. The freedom they have on choosing what they want to do even if society sees it as inappropriate. Their ability to explore hidden talents in them because they know who they really are. And the strength to withstand what other people say. These are the things I would like to leave behind for them to use to their advantage. I do hope that someday my approach in teaching my child would be passed on to generations after generations. So that, all them would be free to choose what amuses them individually without being confused of their gender