5 - Babysitting

"Write about a babysitting experience"

Babysitting, it's harder than you think  it is. Babies poop and cry, and they poop and cry. But most of all they poop and cry. When you feed them they poop even more. That's exactly what happened when my mom asked me to babysit my baby sister. I was 10 and she was 3 years old when it happened.

It was on a Saturday night. My mom had to go to some fancy party. She asked me to babysit my baby sister for the night. If you're wondering where my dad is, he was on duty at his office. So it was just me and my sister who was left at home. Everything was going great. She was just sitting quietly sitting in front of the TV watching Spongebob Squarepants while I on the other hand, was busy playing computer games. Then she got hungry. She politely asked me to cook her food. Since I was still a young whipper snapper, I just gave her milk and cereals instead. After my sister finished eating, I took the bowl, washed it, and then went back to the computer to play again. 10 minutes later, my sister started to cry, I didn't know why. I keep asking her what the problem is but she kept crying like Chewbacca when he saw Han Solo Frozen in carbonite. In other words, she was talking gibberish. And then I smelled something weird. it smelled rotten eggs and vinegar shoved in a sweaty fat man's posterior. I'm just exaggerating. It wasn't shoved into a sweaty fat man's ass. It was shoved into something far worse than that. Just kidding. I peeked into my sisters diapers, lo and behold, a squished poop said hi to me. I didn't know how to change diapers so she started pulling my hair. We ended up crying and shouting in the house for over three hours until my mom came home. After that I went back to playing the computer.

Lesson for that day: Learn to change diapers. It will be a life saver in the future. Especially if you're living with one of those monstrous abomination, the baby.

4 - Once was lost but now is found

"Describe an unforgettable experience"

Almost everybody has experienced losing something important right? It's one of the most heartbreaking experience you'll ever experience, especially if the object you lost has sentimental value with it. Even the manliest of man would break into tears if they lost something that's really really important to them. I also lost something dear not only to me but also to my family. It was a camera, the camera that contains almost all of our most memorable memories.

It happened on the day we went to Mall of Asia for our Graphic Design class. For the whole event I was using our camera. The pictures where to be used for out portfolio. I took a lot of pictures, as in a lot of pictures. The camera that I was using was jam-packed with art pictures. Anyway, so the event was now ending. As it ended, I and my friends rode a taxi back to our school which was Asia Pacific college. We went out of the taxi and went to Jollibee to eat dinner. While we we're talking about our recent trip, one of my friends mentioned the guy who was an expert in manipulating a glass ball. I suddenly remembered that I took a video of his performance. I touched my pockets to feel if my camera was in there, it wasn't. At this moment I was still calm. After touching my pockets, I looked for the camera inside my bag, I couldn't find it! I was sweating like a pig at this moment. I removed all the stuff in my bag, still no sign of the camera. My dad  came to pick me up. I still haven't told him what had happened. When we got home, I gathered up all my strength and told my dad what happened. Good thing my dad was very forgiving. Too cut the long the story short. A blockmate told me that someone who also studies in APC, who fortunately rode the taxi I and my friends rode too, saw my camera. The next day we met up and I thanked him for not keeping it to himself.

After all that had happened, I learned that we should take good care of our treasures. We don't know when and where we are going to loose it. But its better that you not loose it. EVER! We might no even get it back if we do. Fortunately for me, I and my blockmates prayed that I get my camera back. Fortunately again, it was returned to me.

3 - Death of an uncle

"I had to be strong that day"

Death, an event feared by many. Who would want to die? Nobody right? Except for really old people who wants to leave earth already because they're very tired and suicidals I guess. But most of us doesn't want to. WE WANT TO LIVE LONGER! We want to experience all the adventures that can be experienced here on earth. But that's not possible since everyone will die eventually. No one stays permanently here on earth, except for dead bodies. We have to accept that death is just waiting at the end of the road. Just like my uncle who passed away when I was in Grade five. I had to be strong the day he passed away.

My uncle was the best uncle I ever had. Every summer my mom drops me to their house to play with my cousin Enar (my cousin who I mentioned at my first blog post) for the summer. Every time I go their house, my uncle always thinks of awesome adventures. We once went to a farm to catch edible frogs for dinner. Just to clear things up, my uncle cleans the frogs before he cooks them or so I've heard. It taste a bit like chicken by the way.

Anyway, something happened. After I got back from school, my mother told me that something happened to my uncle. He suddenly collapsed while he was jogging. My uncle went to the doctor to find out what was happening  to his body.The doctor said that he had a stage 4 cancer.

To cut the long story short, he stayed at our house until the day he died. When we we're about to bury his body, I cried so hard. I tried my best not to, but I just couldn't stop. The reason why I was crying so hard was because I imagined that my dad was the one lying inside the coffin. From that point on, I felt what my cousin felt. While I was crying, my father saw me. He came close to me and asked "Why are you crying?" I didn't want him to tell why I was really crying because I was to shy, so I just pointed at the coffin.

One thing I learned after all that happened, is that we should always try our best to make every single moment count. We only have one life to live, don't was a single second. Make it productive, make it worth remembering. Don't waste your life on enemies. Forgive and forget, that's what I always say. Remember, ONE LIFE TO LIVE, Make every moment count.

2 - Going Berserk

"A thoughtless Act"

I was in grade three when it happened. It was the day our school had an activity for the grade three students. They called it "Odds Versus Evens". Just to give you an idea on what Odds Versus Evens is, It is an activity where the Odd sections would compete against the Even sections. The games played were basketball, rally race, tug of war, and volleyball.

It was at the middle of the event when it all happened. I was with the odd sections. Everything was going fine until this classmate of who was at the Even sections kept ranting about how much of a loser the Odd teams are. He kept saying, "Odd team sucks", over and over again! He also said that we were nothing but losers trying to lose again. I tried telling him to stop insulting our team. But the moment I tried, he started insulting me. He insulted they way I look. He told me that I'm skinny, puny, and nothing but bones. He even insulted my family. He told me that my mom was nothing but a maid who a married a gay guy. The moment he told me that, my mind went blank and I went berserk at him. I pummeled him to the ground and started punching face like a crazy chimpanzee. Good thing we were still kids back then or else, everything could have gotten worse. After 5 punches to his noggin, the teachers and the other students separated the two of us. Our teacher didn't let us play anymore after what had happened. She even sent the both of us home. The next day, I was sent to the guidance counselor because of him. The worst part of it is that I was the only being punished.

I learned a lot after what had just happened. I learned that no matter what happens, try your best to suppress your anger. Think before you act. Fighting won't solve anything. I will just lead you to your downfall.  It is better to solve the problem in a more diplomatic approach. If it fails, then do you what you must to defend yourself.

1 - The first and hopefully the last

"Describe a time when you really felt fear."

It was summer, 13th of May 2008, morning. My dad came home from the gym after playing badminton. Not much happened in the morning. It was in the evening where the weird things happened.

Come night time, my dad came looking for the badminton racket he used in the morning. He asked me to help him find it. We looked everywhere for his racket. The bedroom, the kitchen, outside. We even looked inside the bathroom. I don't know what came into my dad's mind that made him look inside the bathroom. But we still insisted on looking for it there. Anyway, we've lost hope looking for it in the house. He then asked me and my cousins, who fortunately went to our house for the vacation, if we want to come with him to the gym to check if his racket is still there.

Here's comes the scary bit. So me, my dad, my cousins, and our grandma, who also came to our house for vacation, went to the gym. My dad parked outside the gym where it was very dark. It was very dark because only one lamp was lit and that lamp was the one beside the car. He went inside the gym alone. The gym was closed though. I don't know how he managed to get in. Anyway, while we we're outside the car, I saw someone standing from afar. He looked like he was wearing a barong which was very unusual for someone to be wearing at night, and at the gym. So I looked at my cousin whose name is Enar and told him what I saw. He looked at the same place I looked and he said that there was no one there. I looked again, but the person was still there. I then asked my other cousin whose name is Paul if he also saw the person I saw. He looked, and yet again, he said the same thing Enar said to me. This time I was shaking so hard. I looked again, he was still there! But this time he was swaying a bit. I asked my grandma the same thing I asked my cousins. Guess what, she didn't see anyone. Not one single person. I looked at the place where the person was, lo and behold, he was gone.

By this time I was crying already due to the fact that I think I just saw a real ghost. I was shivering so bad I had a hard time explaining what had happened to my cousins and my grandma. So my dad came back with his racket (I still don't know how he manage to get it). He saw me wiping my tears off of my eye. He asked me what had happened. I didn't want anyone to know why I was crying so I told him that he was taking so long and I missed him. I don't know why I told him that though. Probably because they might get hurt or something if I told them.

That, my dear readers, is my first and hopefully last encounter of a ghost. I don't know why that happened. I don't why it happened to me. But I do hope that it doesn't happen again.