Scary Moment
All my life I have believed in spirits or "ghosts" due to the fact that I was raised in a religious environment. As Christians we believe in both Holy and evil spirits. Although I never feared evil spirits as a young child, as I grew older I became terrified. Not knowing at the time that that my grandparents shared their house with the supernatural, a chill ran down my spine every time I walked down the long dark hallway. I would dread walking to the bathroom at the end of the hall feeling and knowing there was indeed a presence. Guilt spilled over me like cold water from a shower head, dreading to go to my grandparents house, not because I didn't like them but because the lonesome spirits lounging about their bedrooms and bathrooms.We often visited my mother's parents because we are extremely close to them, having seen them everyday of our childhood. Just a two years ago I found out that their house was infested with ghosts and I wasn't just imagining it. Not helping my phobia with evil spirits, finding out that the house we basically lived at was haunted was one of the scariest moments of my life. My mom began to tell me the horrible experiences with the supernatural, as a young girl. It was at that moment that was most frightening to me when it all became so real. It wasn't my imagination from the scary, popcorn throwing movies or the late night slumber party's stories, but it was reality.Although I was extremely scared I begged for more stories. She began to go into great detail about how a man from the 1900's dressed in a suit along with a cane and a tall hat sitting on his head would came into her bedroom and stand there just breathing over her. From time to time the man would return but her parents never believed her. Sounding ridiculous, her parents just thought it was her imagination until they themselves experienced something unnatural. Almost every night my mom's bed would shake as if it was alive and having a seizure. One night it lasted so long and didn't stop when my mom called my grandma into her room to see for herself. She then believed my mom from that point on.Just last year we found out their home was built over an old Indian Cemetery. That explains why strange events kept occurring. My grandparents and mom along with her brother experienced many things in that house for decades. For some reason the spirits continued to scare my family. They were tired of it so decided to get the house baptized and see where things go from there. After it was baptized everything stopped happening, as if they weren't lost spirits wondering about anymore. Upon hearing the news that only my grandparents live in their house relief rushed down from head to toe.I'm' well aware things are now normal because I no longer have that chill run down my back, it is still creepy to think below my feet lies a burial, dozens of bodies buried within the cold dirt. To this day I'm horrified of ghost or an evil spirit of some sort. Especially with the movies that come out these days, it adds to my collection of fear. When I visit my grandparents now I don't necessarily tend to freak out apposed to before but an anxious not n my stomach tightens as I walk down that hallway

sad moment

When you look back on things, you think of the good, sad, and bad experiences. We tend to not like to think about the sad experiences because you hate being reminded of them. As a little kid, growning up, I had fun and sad moments in my life but yet who doesn't...

It was my 5th birthday,  I was the happiest little kid on earth. I thought to myself  " YAY, I'm 5 !" Everthing was going great, I had all my friends over for my birthday party.I had a powerpuff girl birthday party and I thought it was awesome ! But all that excitement would soon end and become the sadest moment in my life.

Ring Ring Ring , its the phone. My mom anwsers, iIdidn't think much of it until my mom starts to cry a river. I ask her whats wrong mom. I could see in her eyes, she was temped to tell me but she didn't want to ruin my birthday. But she did anyways, and proceeded  to tell me , my grandma called say my grandpa past away from a heartattack. My heart suddenly just drop and everthing seemed to stop at that moment. My grandpa was my bestfriend in the world and now he was gone. I felt like I had nobody. Couple days later, I realized its not the end of the world and I will survive.

Operation Mickey

There I was, your average teenager with a chip on his shoulder the size of a small mountain, at the head of the Christmas parade in Disney Land, being cheered at by hundreds of random guests. The feeling of their applause wash over me and the glint of the light filling my every pore with the ecstasy that is the attention of others... What? You don't beleive me? Well, suit yourself, but I suppose this whole thing will become a little more clear if I give you a wider view of what happened.

Me and my family had gone to Disney Land in order to experience the so called "happiest place on earth" insofar that is could be called. So far it had only lived up to being one of the cleanest. Nothing have so much as a spec of dirt, even the garbage looked suprisingly clean for being what it was. We had meandered through the city sized chain of fun lands for everal days by this point and had attained a general sense of where we were.

Since it was christmas eve were went to the Disney Theme Park. After nearly 10 hours of wandering through the various lands, futureland and new orleans square were by far the best, we made our way to the main street for the parade. The floats that went by were illuminated by thousands of lights covering every square inch of the surface. Near the end a park worker came out to ask us tp cheer for Mickey's arival. Me being the snot nozed kid I was booed. I have a rather loud voice, due to playing the tuba for several years, and so it carried over the other's for the man to hear.

I was brought out as an example, so that the other could boo me like I booed Mickey. I waved and smiled back at their angry faces; it seems that they could turn rather viscious when their favorite mouse is insulted. Because of not being embarressed I was put onto the main float to be booed their as well, but by this point the people had lost interest and had gone back to cheering, and the worker had no opportunity to get me off the float. I was able to ride through the park alongside mickey being cheered by the crowed. Though at the end of the ride I ended up having to search for my parents for half an hour.

Fireworks

When I was young, I created an indexical relationship with my father. Our relationship was different from any other relationships. There was some connection between us. We could understand each other no matter what the circumstances.

However, when i started transitioning into my teenage years, things started to change. Our "indexical" relationship started slowly deteriorating. Both of us knew that something was wrong, but we both failed to fix things. We constantly argued and barely had time for each other. Months flew past, and our tensions increased.

My mother, who was stuck in the middle of all this conflict, decided to take us on a family trip. She made me sit next to my dad. We remained silent until we got to our destination: Las Vegas. At the time, it was approaching 4th of July so there were many firework shows at night. From our hotel, we could see a spectacular show. ( My dad and I both loved, and still love, fireworks.) I decided to sneak out of the hotel room and went upstairs to watch some fireworks. I was alone for a while when i heard something creep up behind me. It was my dad. He came to see the show too. We silently watched the show for an hour, when suddenly my dad my dad put his arm around me. And he said the words that i will never forget, he said something that will be engraved into my heart forever. He said to me, "son, you know I love you right." And suddenly, I started to feel that indexical connection again. That deteriorating bond started to reverse itself. It was like all my emotions did not even matter anymore. My happiness consumed me, and I let it consume me.

I guess a bond can never be broken. A relationship, no matter what kind, can never be fully destroyed. Love is like a fireworks show. A spark goes up, and it make die down, but another spark goes up right after. The show never stops.

Frustrating Moment

Once you hear swear words fly through the air in an angry tone it is apparent that you are in an argument with another person. However, once you realize these foul words are said in Tagalog, you know you're in an argument with a Filipino parent. In situations like this I feel so angry to the point where I explode and take part in the argument. If you're Filipino then you know what happens when you shout at your parents. Yes... a butt whooping.

At the end of an argument I feel so heated to the point where i really forget why i was angry in the first place. It's the little things that usually bug me. They seem to just pile up on me until I just collapse and turn into this "Incredible Hulk" mode. Unfortunately for me, my dad is a "Bigger Hulk". At that moment I know I have already lost.

Sometimes I feel these temper tantrums are necessary because they help me realize that I need to just calm down and know my place in the family. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, but sometimes they don't make sense. It's hard to agree with someone when they've lived a totally different life where you know their lifestyles aren't even on the same level for comparison. In the end I guess I have learned one lesson... butt whooping hurt, so I'm not going to argue anymore.

Next Time

I dragged myself up the stairs with my laptop and my book bag in  my right hand and an abetting, collosal cup of coffee in my left hand. As I subconciously stepped into my 85 degree room, I dumped my things on my bed - except my coffee of course - and placed my coffee on my cherry oak desk, which was waiting for me to sit at it and only get up from it at 7:00 AM to get ready for school. 

Piles and piles of books, binders, and notebooks laid on the desk as tall as the Eiffel Tower. I disdainfully stared at the desk with a menacing look, knowing that I would not, could not, leave it for the next six hours. I plugged in a huge, round, gray fan, which sat on the floor behind my chair because there was no room in either side of my desk chair and gradually started whirring louder and louder.

I inserted the plug of the black HP laptop's, whose screen was only hanging on by two internal connecting wires, adpater to the wall. I then threw myself into the black, leather, executive office chair with my eyes half closed.

I sat up straight and unwillingly opened my black A.P. U.S. History binder.

scary times

Its in human nature to allow one's self to imagine the worst possible case even when we know that the possibiltiy of what we think coming true is near to impossible. That was exactly what I did one lonly night. It was a dark moonless night. The wind houled against the house. I was by myself at my old two story house in Paterson. It wasn't just the moonless night but the vast emptyness that made the house so frieghtining. You see, we just recently moved into this house from a smaller house. That being the case, the house seemed to go on for ever. It wasn't till around ten o'clock that i started hearing a faint banging noise downstairs. Bang....bang.....bang..... I tried to ignore it and just turn up the volume of the movie i was watching but eventually I had to go downstairs, either for water of food or maybe the curiosity urged me. Either way, I went downstairs to cheak it out. I slowly creeped down my staircase with this growing feeling in my stomch. The noise continuously grew louder as i got closer and the closer and the feeling in my stomch was at it peak. I walked toward the noise and i found to my great relife it was just a open window. I closed the window and stared my way up to the stairs and the i saw s sudden movment in the corner of my eye. It took all but three second to get that feeling in my stomch to its peak again. I turned around as fast as i could and all i saw was a quick shadow scurry into the hallway. I stood by that hallway for a good five minutes thinking weather i should ignore what my eyes just saw. To pass it off as a trick my mind played on me or to go and investigate what that...that thing i saw was, which i REALLY didn't want to do. It took every fiber in my body to summon up the courage to finally go investigate. I went to the hallwayto turn on the light and the light flooded not only the hallway but me with light. Looking down the hallway, it seemed like a mile. The pace i chose to walk down the hallway only made the distance seem worst. I finally reached the end and there was a door creeked open. I pushed it open slowly and my first movment was toward the light switch, but the we hadn't placed a light in that room yet. Then i saw it, or rather its eyes. It was the eyes of a creture that had sufferd hunger, that would attack another being if it had to. I left to fetch a flash light and some food to get on the good side of this thing. I came back and for the second time in that day a great relife filled me. It was a only a cat, and a handsome looking cat at that. After I fed the cat some food I found I had made a new friend. The house now seemed less friegtining and with my new feline friend felt alot less lonly and to this day, whenever i feel lonly I let my cat into my house and all my fear and lonlyness disapper.