Making a bit peep knowing myself is the thing I am not comfortable to do. Aside from introducing myself to the class when classes begin after a long vacation, preferring to do it again isn’t my aim. It takes courage for me to go in front of people starring at me as I tell something myself even if it just takes few seconds for me to be able to do it. I am afraid to see them whispering to their seatmates, knowing that they are making or having side comments about me. It sounds so embarrassing hearing their laughter especially when I am trying to pronounce some words which make my tongue go round and twisted. Even though it seems like one versus a hundred, I think of its advantage that it may help me communicate with another type of community and a family as well where I can find myself dealing with different people.
As I open a book of journey in this province of Bataan, I couldn’t absolutely and perfectly tell who I am. Spending my fourteen years of existence in this world is not enough to describe the real me. In these years, I’d experienced different circumstances that shape me as a person. Earning points of goodness is one of my goals in life together with my family and friends. With them, I can show features, attitude, values of mine which I am using to cooperate with them. Being frank sometimes I think is good for others to know their mistakes and for them to correct their bad behaviour and deeds as long I do it in a right way knowing my time when to speak. But there are times that I play safe without knowing that there are people that I treated incorrectly. Passing over this wilderness of times, I told myself that next time in a kind of that happening, I shall hold my tongue.
A page of the book was turned. I started to read the first sentence and a big letter “F” began it. “Friends are life’s best treasures,” which is a quote I believed in. Socializing with the people I don’t even know is something hard to work on. Strangers, they called them. But for me, “A friend was once a stranger.” I’m a student, a singer sometimes, a child of my parents, a sister to my siblings, but I am a friend at first. To have a friend is to be a friend. Once I live on this part of land, I couldn’t tell that I would have a lot of friends but I promise to be a fiend to others often. I can be a comforter, a listener, and an adviser to my friend, and a fighter for him/her. I can even offer my shoulders to cry on for a special friend. Being a friend to others is a big thing. And if I’ll have the choice to ask for a special gift, I’ll ask for a true friend. But there’s one thing that I beg on my friends. It is the promise that they’ll never leave me ‘till the end. Hope that they will.
For a simple girl like me, pleasing everybody isn’t my will. I can be good as you are but I can’t be worst as you can be.
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