20 August 2007
I’ve always loved to read. I remember during my earliest years in elementary (grade school), the only books I loved to study and browse were the ones with stories. I loved to read the stories about Filipino families, the picture perfect family who ate together, prayed together (usually they’d go to Antipolo on Sundays), went to the beach, and had pets (Muning and/or Bantay). There’d be Lolo (Grandpa), Lola (Grandma), Nanay (Mother), Tatay (Father), Kuya (Older Brother), Ate (Older Sister) and Bunso (Youngest). Tatay would come home from work just in time with Nanay just finishing to set the table for early dinner. The kids would study together, with the older kids always helping Bunso. They’d always have time to play and do house chores. They’d even grow fruits and vegetables in the backyard. And, they were always the most respectful, polite, kind and happy kids.
I would always imagine myself as one of the kids in such stories. Not that my family is not a happy one. It’s just my family, like any other, is not free of problems. Young as I was, I didn’t understand this reality. I couldn’t understand why we couldn’t be like the perfect families in my textbooks. Why were both my parents always out? Why did I have to spend more time in my mom’s office playing or talking with the grown-ups than at home playing or studying with my brothers (my sister wasn’t born yet or was too young)? I always wondered.
Every time I studied, or read my stories, I would pretend to be one of the children in the stories. I would talk and play with my imagined (imaginary) Ate and Kuya. I would ask them about things that bothered me, like why my feet didn’t touch the ground whenever I sat on chairs, but my parents’ feet and sometimes even my brothers’ would always touch the ground or be on the ground. That was the biggest mystery that bugged my very young, innocent mind like crazy. It took me a few years to solve that mystery.
I’ve always been very sensitive. Every time my parents would fight or whenever my brothers wanted to do boys’ stuff that I couldn’t be a part of, I’d retreat and go take refuge in the company of my imagined, perfect family. I’d start reading and go on until I forgot what was happening and where I really was. I’d be happy and contented.
Thinking about all this now makes me laugh despite myself. But, it also gives me more knowledge of myself (people always say that in truth we don’t really know ourselves). I am thankful for that sensitivity I had then because that somehow made me a devotee of the written word. Those times when I “disappeared” in the company of my imagined, perfect family were what made me the kind of reader that I am- a reader who gets transported to the pages’ different places and times, a reader who gets to befriend the characters and experience both good and bad things with them. I became the book addict that I am, all thanks to my “textbook family!”
05 August 2007
Fill in your answers and then scroll for the meaning behind it. Don't mess up the fun, do the answers first.
1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who are you walking with?
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
-- A tiger. (I love cats!)
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
-- We stare at each other. I try to decide whether to run or to stay. Then, I try to go nearer and try to pet it and befriend it. (That is, if it hasn't decided to pounce on me yet!)
4.You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing with your dream home that looks like...
-- A house that's not too big nor too small and that has the home-y feel. It'd be a place that would make me feel relaxed and calm just by seeing it or thinking about it.
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
6.You enter the house. You walk in to the dining room and see...
-- A nice, big and clean table with 5 or 6 chairs around it and a bowl of real fruits at the center. It'd be the type of dining room where you'd feel comfortable in, where you'd feel free to move about not minding breakable stuff and where you could actually breathe and enjoy your food in.
7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of?
-- The usual. Porcelain.
8.What do you do with the cup?
-- I pick it up, bring it inside and clean/wash it.
9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What type of body of water is it?
-- The ocean.
10. How will you cross the water?
-- Do I need t cross it? :)
What the answers mean:
1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important person/s in your life.
2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.
3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.
4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.
5. NO fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.
6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.
7. The durabililty of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship with the person you named in #1.
8. Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude toward person in #1.
9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.
10. How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.
That was interesting. It's been a while since I last answered a tag. I missed it, really.
And, now, if YOU are wearing anything pink or if you have anything pink on you, I'm tagging you! :)
By the way, I got this from