Thursday, September 10, 2009

If I were a Boy...


When the activity was given to us I couldn’t think of any reason why I want to be a boy. Actually, I have been asked by that question before but I couldn’t remember what I said. Maybe I was not able to answer at all. I am perfectly contented and happy with how I am right now, a girl. But after much thought, I came up with a few reasons what I would be able to do if I were a boy or why I would want to be a boy.

If I were a boy I could play basketball or softball all day. Basketball is not really my favorite sport but I
really wished I could shoot balls into the basket. It’s amazing how boys do it without so much effort and I envy them for that. Plus, they seem to make the game interesting and less predictable whenever they play. I mean, you get to see a lot of action like how they get to score to a tie at the last second or how they manage to make a dunk while avoiding those that block their way. Softball is my favorite sport ever since I’ve learned the game in high school. My fascination for this game started when I saw one of my classmates hit the ball and send it off flying across the field. Since then, I wanted to do it too but always in vain. Maybe if I am a boy I will have more strength and be able to do it.

If I were a boy I wouldn’t have to worry about monthly periods. I just wished that I wouldn’t have to suffer dysmenorrheal anymore. There is also the fear of getting blood stain on my pants. Imagine the humiliation that we girls feel when somebody saw us.


Lastly, if I were a boy I would have been taller, I guess. My two younger brothers are taller than me. I think it is because of the genes. I don’t know when I stopped growing but I wished I did grow up a bit more.


That’s all the reason I can come up with. Maybe being a boy isn’t really that bad. Maybe it will be fun. If I were given a chance to try the life of being a boy for a day, I think I would have accepted it. Then I might be able to find a lot of reasons why I would want to be a boy.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

My Greatest Fear


My greatest fear is to die at a young age slowly and painfully. Death is something that terrifies me because I don’t know what happens after we die. No one has been able to come back and explain to us. It is something unknown to human. At this moment I have only accomplished a few things. One is to finish college without financial aid from my parents. That moment has been a great satisfaction to me. That’s why I don’t want to die at a young age because I still have a lot of things that I want to do. One of those things is to give my parents a better life. By “better” I mean that they don’t have to work anymore. They will just have to relax and enjoy their life, free of any worries. Another thing that I would like to do is to buy my own house. During my childhood days, I could remember that my family has been renting houses before we finally move back to my grandparent’s house. Then, we have to live with my aunt and her family. I feel like we don’t have any privacy. Conflicts also come from time to time. Which is why having my own house has been one of my goals. Another thing that I would like to do is to travel. There are a lot of places that I would like to see in the country and other countries too. I want to see snow and feel it. I want to make a snowman. I want to play and throw snow with my friends and family. Those were some of the reasons why I don’t want to die just yet. The other thing that terrifies me about death is to die slowly and painfully. If ever I am going to die I want it to be quick. I don’t want to suffer anymore pains. I also don’t want to make other people see me suffer and give them trouble.