Entry nº 18: Small town gossip

Every weekend I travel to my home town to visit my family and every weekend I hear a different gossip from different sources with different distortions of the same fact.
When I came last Friday, just during the trip a lad was telling another lad that a man had been killed by his own father.
When I arrived home my step-father had more details about it, the dead man´s adress, the accomplice of the murderer and a supposed reason for have commited the crime.
But once I went to my mother-in-law´s house she had more reliable and trustful information. She affirmed that a legal source have told her that the brother of a neighbour had been killed by his father and with the help of a young boy in strange circumstances because they were disputing a piece of land.
All this information came to me in the course of two hours.
At the other day at lunch time, an informant that was closer to the dead man´s home, came to my house my grandmother, who is told almost every single rumor around. She collects information when she goes to do the shopping and carries and spreads it in her way back and searchs for another informants to have more details and to check it.
So after one o two days of having heard the first gossip she knew everything about it, I dear to say that she knew even more that the police.
Well, as I said we were having lunch while she told us the story. The dead man had a brother with whom had had a strong quarrel a year before, not because land but because a pig that had been stolen from his land, in that moment his brother had cut him with an axe making him lose a piece of his liver.
But in this opportunity the who was with the killer had thrown a stone to the man´s neck and had let him laying unconscious on the floor, then his brother with great anger started stabbing him until killing him.
It is surprising how in the way to the shop in a small town you can be informed of every new rumor. So when I want to know about the news on my home town, I always ask my grandma.
But do not mistake the gender of the informant because men always use to get better informed than women and they tend to exagerate the gossip and are more critical than women.

Entry nº 17: Don`t disturb the dead

On a very small town in the countryside where very few people were living, the story of a ghost that wandered around in the nights scared the whole population. That is why they didn´t dare to go out after the sunset when the darkness covered the town.
There were a group of young friends that one day decided to challenge the mysterious ghost. They planned to go to the ghost`s lands and comfront it, so that they met at the cementery on a creepy dark night.
Once they jumped a wall and got into the cementery they were only lighted by some hand lanterns. After an hour of walking through the narrow paths of the cementery, they got quite calm because there were no signs of any ghost and they felt they were the only ones in there, then they decided to go back completely shure that the story of the ghost was only an adults´ invention to keep them at home during the night.
When they were almost half the way back among jockes and smiles, they started to hear a curlblooding whistle but when they kept silent in order to check whether they had heard it or imagined it, the only sound they heard was their own breathing, then a sudden horror took hold of them because even the sound of the doves and owls that habitated the cementery were not heard.
Almost instinctibly they started to walk faster and as they walked the whistle was closer to them but just a few meters before they could reach the main entrance, a shining image with the shape of a person appeared in front of them. Such was the frigh and terror they felt, that they run away in different directions.
At the next morning, when they were at school one of them was missed, they thought that he was still scared and stayed at home. After school they were to his home but he had never come back so they told his mother what had happened the night before. The whole town started looking for him, the young boy was founded dead in the cementery completely rigid with his hair white and a terrorific expression on his face in the same place where the ghost had appeared.

Entry nº 16: Letter to my father

To my dear father:

Hi dad, I hope you are fine wherever you are, I`m writing this letter to tell you a lot of things that I couldn`t tell you before your departure. I think that may be God did not want me to tell you this on earth, perhaps His plan was to join us on heaven and to keep us together for the eternity living in paradise as the father and daughter that we never were in our mortal life. That is why I`m not sad any more, I console myself thinking that when I die I`ll be with you and you are waiting for me up there.
I want you to know how much I love you despite you were so far from me since I was a little child and how much I´ve missed you. I missed you most when you as my father were supposed to be sharing with me, in those moments when every father should acompain his daughter and you weren`t there.
Now I miss you most than ever and I know you won´t come back but I think of you always. I try not to forget your face, your voice, your smile and your that particular appearance of yours. When I look at me on the mirror I see you, everybody has always told me that I look like you.
I want to tell you also that I`m not angry with you, I love you and will always do.
Please, don`t be angre with me for not have been next to you when you left this world. It wasn´t my fault, your other sons and daughters never told me, may be because I they were jealous. I don´t know what happened with them and I don´t know if I will be able to forget them once.
Forgive me also because I haven`t gone to visit your tomb yet, I really want to go but I fear I could see them and I do not feel like speaking to them yet because I think I won´t control myself so we will probable have an strong quarrel.
I just wanted to say good bye and I love you. You will always be in my heart. I will never forget you. You will always be with me. I am sorry for haven´t told you this before but I know you knew.
Good bye dady, lots of kisses for you . I know you are under the care of our Lord and I know we will be together again .

With love, your youngest daughter.

Entry nº 15 : Wrong decisions

Denise was a nineteen year old girl who fel in love with a boy who seemed to be a good boy and seemed to shared the same feelings for her, but when the problems came he got completely scared and let her down.
While they were a happy couple deeply in love with each other that was a love story as many others, but from the moment Denise got pregnant it became a drama, a common drama also for many young couples nowadays.
When Denise started to suspect that she could be pregnant she told her boy friend Jeremy, he reacted with certain uncertainty but ended by agreeing with the idea of becoming a young father despite the problem of not having a salary to support a family or even the future baby. Denise was worried about her mother`s reaction but she was shure she would keep her baby.
As days passed she became more and more worried about the situation. Two days after the test comfirmed her pregnancy she couldn`t hide it any longer and decided to tell her mother although she and Jeremy had agreed that this notice would be communicated by both together to their respectives parents.
Her mother got really angry and disappointed and she resolved to wait for Jeremy to talk and decide what they were going to do. When he was asked what he would do, he got scared and said he was not shure of being able of handle the situation because he was studing yet and his father was about to be fired from his job.
Once Jeremy communicated the notice to his mother she refused to take charge of fostering the baby so after this Denise`s mother took a decition. She told Denise that if Jeremy did not respond for the baby and her, she would have to choose between raising the baby with her mother`s help and never letting Jeremy have any contact with the baby or having an abortion.
Full of worries because of her mother`s brainwashing talks and feeling dissapointed and abandoned by Jeremy she took the wrong decision, not to have the baby and then she splited up with Jeremy.
But after a few months of confusion and chaos in her mind the great sadness of her heart and the emptiness of her soul, together with the feeling of guilt for having killed her own baby exploted in a crisis of depression and she tried to commit suicide. Her parents put her in a rehabilitation institute for mental problems.
This is the end of this drama, do not be another Denise, you must take the right decisions its up to you.

Entry nº 14: Fire

Fire is present throught out our lives in many ways and shapes.Our internal fire lights up when love is present since we are young, and passion is the turning point of realization of our internal fire in which we discovered how far it can grow when someone ignite the flame on our hearts.
In winters when cold freezes our homes to be joined together with our families in front of the fireplace is the perfect warming up activity that makes us forget about the winter outside sharing talks, watching television or simply laughing with the people we love most in the warmth of our homes sweet homes.
As we grow up we discover many other different ways of fire and the importance of it in our lives. Lighting a cigarette in a reunion or in a bar or just when talking with friends makes us feel relaxed. In this way we use fire for socialization, to share the comfortable warmth of friendship.
Our internal fire can appear also in the shape of our knowledge. When we are illuminated by the fire of our ideas and knowledgement we discovere how powerful and intelligent we can be, how far we can go using our minds, thinking, learning. Acquiring knowledge makes us feel stronger than our peers because as more we learn we feel in a higher level to the rest that are easy handled because they are slaves of their ignorance.
Through the development of our understanding we can see things that we couldn´t see before and therefore nobodyelse can influence our thoughts and our choices in life. This fire illuminates our road, we are able to thought by ourselves and to take our own decisions, because we are the only ones who really know what is good or bad for us.
As fire is a man`s creation we are in charge of maintaining it burning to give us comfort and heat in cold times. Fire is a symbol of unity that keeps joining men and women and make their love flame burning higher and higher to build up homes and bringing new life to this world with the fire of their passion.

Reflection n1

I think that this work of a journal writing is very useful for our depeloment in the skill of writing in English but I am not so sure if the way in which we control our mistakes can provide us of a reliable source of correction, I mean that by making my classmates give an critical opinión about my work is as useful for them as for me from the point of vew of sharing a cooperative work and interchanging information that will certainly make those who make more mistakes realize about them by comparing their writing style with those of their classmates that have more improvement in this skill.
But in my personal opinion I think that this method of correction lacks of a formal guide because my classmates can be as mistaken as I am without being conscious and this could lead to a partial learning because we are students above all and we need the guide of a professional teacher to provide us with the source of knowledge that we still lack. With this I do not mean to say that the teacher is mistaken but that he may at least revise and correct if needed those works that we think have been already corrected with the help of our classmates.

Entry n 12: Autumn

Today is an Autumn warm sunny day, I particularly enjoy spending time under the sun reading a book or studing.
When I was living at my mother´s house I used to spend the whole afternoon at the back jard of the house sitted under the sun with my hair loose feeling the warm of the sun under my head and my face feeling my skin getting warmer and pink. Sometimes I used to close my eyes lo listen more carefully the sounds around me.
I love listening the birds singing on this days of Autumn, so that I use to close my eyes and concentrate on them and after a while I start feeling as if there were a connection between nature and I, and I seem to hear a kind of conversation among the birds.
I also love smelling the perfume of the flowers in my mother`s garden before the got dry, specially the smell of the roses, my mother has many different kinds of roses and I used to smell them in different moments during the day and each time they seemed to smell different for example, early in the mornings when the dew fell on them, their smell was as fresh as water and in the afternoons when the sun warmed them their smell was more intence, but in the nights specially after rainy nights, their perfum invaded the house hypnotising my senses until I used to get sleep.
Autumn is the best season to develop my favourite skills: reading, writing, listening, thinking, smelling and specially feeling. Nature in Autumn gives us the most beautiful rainbows of multiples colours, when you look at the sky, at a tree or at a flower that is fighting for her life unwilling to die.When Autumn has begun it give as ranges of green and yellow together with the colour of the flowers that are in their last days, but as the days go by, it give us wide ranges of brown and yellow and the green of the winter trees, this changes performance the best of the romantic settings for a love story.
Autumn conspire with the cold breeze of next winter to joing people together, to make you willing to find that person that will provide you of the warming love, to look for those arms that will keep you safe and protected with the hot of an appasionate kiss, the one who can lit the fire inside your heart. That´s why I feel deeply in love with Autumn.

Entry n 11: A short story- “Lilibeth and the butterfly”

Lilibeth was a lovely and cheerful child full of good feelings and thoughts, who lived with her mather and father in a little cottage settled down a green hill in the country side of the town. The city town was far from her home so she used to spend most of her time wandering around a little forest that surrounded the back side of the cottage, trying to chase butterflies, listening to the birds or walking down the path which took to the lake where she used to spend hours watching the fishes swiming and all the animals around.
So much time had she spent among the birds and animals of the forest that she had developed an wonderful skill for understanding what they said and talk to them, but it was her special secret.
One day as she was walking down the forest the most beautiful butterfly had cought her sight. She had never seen such a pattern of colours as that of its wings before. This butterfly had a pair of rainbows instead of wings but the pretty animal was weeping with a sad expression, Lilibeth was worried about it, she thought the butterfly was ill and asked her what made her weep instead of flying away displaying her beautiful charm.
But the butterfly told her that she was weeping because at the end of the day she would die, as is known butterflies have just one day of life and that made her feel sad. But Lilibeth who had learnt to enjoy the most simple things in life told her that she shouldn´t waste time weeping, she should spend the rest of the day displaying the beauty that was her reason for being on earth because such a beauty was not frequently found , God had given this marvellous gift to her to be shown and that she should do it with joy because at the end of the day she would be living for ever next to God in the Garden of Paradise.
Having heard this the butterfly flew away spreading her colourful wings dancing in the air with the most delightful movements.

Entry n 10: What do you avoid doing more than anything?

The thing that I avoide doing more than anything is talking about my family problems and my marriage problems because I think that people won´t understand my point of vew and will always want to give an advice which is usually something that people suppose should be done but in the real life almost never is done.
People in general tend to give you advices and to judge your way of solving problems or even the way you do things but I personally think that nobody is able to give an advice on something that hasn´t been through.
The worst thing is when someone that has had similar problems tells me don´t do that and suggest that I should do the extremely opposite, but I think that extremes are not advisable for anyone because as we are human beings we will always make mistakes because it is part of human nature. The important thing is to learn how to deal with people, how to solve problems being tolerant and looking for someone to help you that will provide you with a sensible point of vew.
I appreciate sensical advices usually based on experiences but with un impartial position about life or events, I don´t agree with those people that are placed only in one side of the road and give you partial advices, or with those who tell you that everything is okay in the way you have done it, because they are frightened of telling you their real thoughts to avoid hurting you.
So that I try no to put people around me in that position unless I feel really shure about their reaction or if they will be able to help me or handle the situation or the way in which they are going to talk.
But I have to recognize that opinions that are completely oposed to mines are not always easy to tolerate.

Entry 13: My description of chaos (corrected version)

Chaos in my life is something that is present in those moments when I feel that I have no way to run o that I can not deal with my duties and obligations alone and I know that nobody else will do them for me, so it feels like if I would be suffocating, as if I could not breath because I am inside a dark box which is closed and there is no way of going out.Chaos desperates me,often it is a situation in which I am running against the clock because I have to be ready or to arrange everything and there is no more time to do it.
Frequently it happens when I am running out of Money and my debts come all together just the day before they are due, or when I have to take care of my houswork, and and at the same time I have too much homework delayed to do or to study for several exames and as if it was not less I have to solve personal problems everything in only one weekend because next Monday will be the dead line date.These kind of exasperanting moments make me furious, worried and crazy creating a terrible confusion in my mind. What is worst is that I end up rowing with everyone around me, blaming for my frustations the person next to me, who is almost always my husband.Chaos in everyone´s life appears with the shape of a shadow that devours the peace and tranquility of our lives putting everithing upside down.
But in some occations chaos is the consequence of our mistakes as a result of our faliures to deal with our own goals.