My experience in the Storytelling

 “The show will start in five minutes,” I said while laughing and putting up the decorations to create the setting for a part of the story. I felt like a theater actor and the performance was about to start!!!

     I would describe my experience participating in the Storytelling as a different, fun, and interesting experience. First of all, I think it was a different experience because through the activity I got out of my daily routine and out of my comfort zone. Even though I had already participated in some storytelling performances at school, it was something I was not used to doing. However, as my mom told me "Sometimes it's good to get out of the routine and do something different." The truth is that participating in this activity helped me to de-stress and forget for a while the worries of final exams and academic work at the end of the semester. So, I enjoyed doing something different that involved creativity and ingenuity.

     Secondly, I definitely had a lot of fun planning and producing the story. Although we couldn't get together to record the story, it was quite entertaining to record it at my house since I had to look for different elements to create the scenery, arrange the space I was going to use, and look for the costume I was going to wear. Then, when recording, I tried to do (as best I could) the gestures, expressions, and movements that were mentioned in the story and although I don't think I will win the award for best actor of the year haha, at the end of the day, I had several fun moments during the process. For example, moments in which I forgot things, in which the wind moved the decoration, and in which my dogs and cats crossed in the scene and I had to cut and re-record the scene. So even if I had technical problems haha, I would like to repeat this experience without any doubt.

     Finally, the activity was quite interesting because most of the things that had to be done like rehearsing, practicing, creating the background, and dressing up as the character of the story aroused my attention and interest so I think that when we have all those elements we end up getting more involved. Also, because we had to edit a part of the story, I learned how to use an edition program (in a basic way of course) and I would say that it was also quite interesting to discover the effects, tools, and transitions in the program.

     In conclusion, it was a super cool experience, in which I could get out of the routine, laughed several times and learned new things. Thank you very much for giving us this experience in which we let our creativity fly, and in which we had very good moments. I will remember it in the future, thank you.♡

Thanks for reading ♡♡♡

Writing is a process

In this blog entry, I will share my personal experience in the creation and narration of the original short story.  When we were assigned this activity, the first thought that came to my mind was “Hmm create a short story, no problem we just have to write words on a document and that’s it”, but at the moment of taking action and starting to write. Something unexpected happened. No ideas came to my mind, no memories, no personal experience that I could draw inspiration from; my mind looked like a blank canvas and I was there like a disillusioned painter. I felt a bit sad, but then I realized that I was thinking too much about trying to write the right words or the perfect idea instead of just free writing like one girl in my group was doing. So I tried to do that in some parts of the story and I think it was a good idea because even though I wasn’t the most inspired person in the world, I was writing some random words that slowly turned into sentences and then paragraphs.

One thing that helped me write was to reread what we had in the story and try to create the scene in my mind with the setting and the characters. Then, I tried to imagine what the characters would do or what would happen next. I did the same thing when I wanted to better describe a place in the story. I hope that as you read our short story (the true love book) you will also imagine the places as we imagine them in our minds.

Overall, the process of creating the original short story was a pretty good experience even if I had some problems at the beginning, I know that it is all part of the writing process, and in the end I really enjoyed creating a story in which we used our imagination and creativity instead of just taking an exam as an evaluation. Thanks for that Miss Analía :) I definitely hope to repeat this experience in the future. 

Now talking a little bit about my experience narrating a part of the story, I would say that it was something new for me because although I had already recorded audio presentations; I had never sent a narration of a story and I consider that sending an audio of a story is different as you have to speak with more emotion and feeling instead of speaking formally and in an academic tone. From my point of view, it was an entertaining and fun experience in which I felt like I was recording an audiobook to upload to YouTube. During the process, I tried to have a good tone of voice, intonation, and pronunciation (to be honest, I had to look up the pronunciation of some words as I was not very familiar with some of them). Also, I tried to avoid audio interference or background noises although this was a little complicated to achieve as some neighbors were building, however in the end I think the audio turned out well. In conclusion, I had a really great time and I would definitely like to do it again. 

Thank you very much for reading ♡

The fisherman and the fish

Once again, the fisherman is practicing his speech. One word after another, he tries to articulate the words correctly while looking at his reflection in the peaceful water. It's been 5 hours now, he has been at the lake since the morning, and it doesn't seem like he's going to leave the place. A fish has been listening to him all this time; he sees how the man gets frustrated every time he makes a mistake in his speech, and the fish laughs every time. The fisherman sees this and asks the fish to tell him what he finds so funny. Then, the fish says “Seeing you is funny, there you are, practicing and practicing your speech like every single day.” The fisherman responds “I need to practice, I have problems with my diction” and  “I don’t want people to think that I’m not capable of speaking well.” “Why would people think that?” asks the fish. “Because every time I try to speak, I always make mistakes, I repeat words, I don’t pronounce the words correctly, I don’t say the words I want to say and I start saying hmm, ahh, ” says the fisherman with a worried look on his face. The fisherman continues “I have no problem if I spend hours in the lake, I am a fisherman, it is normal that I spend some time in the water fishing.” The fish laughs again “But you are not fishing, my friend,” he says. Then, the fisherman looks at his fishing rod and bucket next to him, his bucket is empty like every day. “That's none of your business” “Just worry about swimming.” “You are right, I will drown if I don’t practice my swimming,” says the fish with a mocking face. The fisherman rolls his eyes, takes his fishing rod and says “You know, you don’t know about the world, people out there are waiting for you to make a mistake so that they can make fun of you, laugh at you and talk about you when you’re not around, they are mean.” The fish looks at the fisherman carefully then he says “People are mean, or are you just mean to yourself?” "In all this time you have been talking to me, I have not heard a single mistake in your speech, do you know why? Because you’re not worrying about your words, about how you sound, how you look; you are not thinking about how other people are looking at you or perceiving you, since you are talking to a fish, not to a person.” The fisherman looks at his reflection in the water; he notices for the first time the small mole near his left eyebrow, his beautiful brown eyes are shining. Then, the fisherman smiles as he realizes that every time he came to the lake to practice his speech he was always looking at his reflection in the smooth and crystal clear water. Take care,

Life is not just one thing

 Life is not just a simple thing to explain   

Can anyone explain me what life is? I mean, I think that I’ve got the general idea that life is the time you are alive on this earth, but that can't be all? O yes?. Life...life...life...one syllable, four letters and a thousand questions . What does this combination of letters that are placed in the correct order mean? Why do some people say that life is beautiful while others say that life is trash? How can life be so long for some people and too short for others? Why does life constantly change? With all this, we can be sure that Life is more than a single perception.

Life is like a chocolate box. In traditional chocolate boxes, there are chocolates of different types. Some are milk chocolates (typically sweet), some are dark chocolates (a bit bitter), others are half sweet and half bitter and others are just chocolates with weird flavors (like beer flavor or spicy flavor). But the interesting thing about this is that when you pick one out of the box, you never know what kind of chocolate you will get.

Life is like a garden. Each person has their own personal garden in which they can plant flowers, trees, fruits and whatever they want. If you want to have a good and beautiful garden, you need to take care of it and work on it, but remember that even in the most beautiful gardens there will be times when pests and insects appear.

Life is like an ocean and we have a boat with our name on it. In an immense ocean we sail in our boat; we know our boat, we know that it has good and bad elements, but despite everything it is with that boat that we travel on the water of the ocean. Sometimes, the water is clear, calm and peaceful, so we navigate without problems. However, there are times when the water is agitated, tumultuous and violent, so we feel that we start to lose control of our ship, and that the water steers our helpless boat. What can we do against the inevitable nature of the ocean? We can only know that the water of the ocean is not going to be rough forever and that our boat will pass through any water along the way.

Life is like a candle on a cake. When we place and light a delicate and representative candle on a birthday cake, we expect that the flame is going to last until the end of the birthday song; however, sometimes the candle simply goes out in the middle or before the time the candle is expected to go out. On the other hand, there are candles that remain lit but that doesn’t mean that the other candles haven’t illuminated and decorated the cake as well. A candle can be lit in a matter of seconds, but the candle can also be extinguished in a matter of seconds.

In brief, when we talk about what life is, we will not only get a single, unique and fixed answer since the concept of Life may vary depending on each person's perspective on what life is for them. So, life can’t be just a simple definition or fixed perception in which all thoughts, experiences and feelings fit. Life is a combination of everything and that is what makes life extraordinarily inexplicable and unlabelable. Take care

My little Moon

 L.R.D.

“Love hurts, love hurts a lot when it has nowhere to go”.

Every time I think about you I can't help but feel sad and I wish with my whole heart to have just a minute, just a second, just an instant to hug you tight and tell you once again that  I love you and that I’m sorry. My love doesn't know where to go and it comes back to me sad, desperate and hopeless because it couldn't find you. Since the day you left us, everything became dark, cold and meaningless. Life and dreams lost their colors and the places only became memories.

Every night, I wish I could find you in my dreams because there I would be able to see that smile, that happiness, that innocence and that air of royalty. People don't understand, don't talk, don't try to remember. I wish I were like them, but my heart doesn’t allow me to go with them ; I wish they were more like me. My soul needs a refuge; it needs a safe place to go, but where can it go if you are not here?

Don't ask me to forget my partner of adventures, of laughter and madness. The most beautiful accomplice, with just a glance we could know the answer, we promised to keep our secrets and to protect each other. But apparently, you did it better than me, even when you were falling you preferred to protect me with all your strength. I wished with all my heart that I could have caught you, taken your hand before you hit the ground. I wasn't a hero just like you with me, I hope one day I can forgive me  ‘cause I know you already did. 

The things are not the same and I know they will never be the same again. I miss you in a way that words can't explain ; I only want to run after you, chase you with my eyes and see you and adore you one more time. Is that too much to ask ? My heart cries out your name with a closed mouth, strong women don’t cry. If I only had an opportunity I would never let you go I would use all my strength to hold you because I love you. Just with a glance you could make me smile and breathe fresh air, the simple fact of telling you your sweet nicknames made my heart dance. 

I would trade all the candy in the world for the chance to kiss your little nose. I would give all my belongings to ruffle your hair. I would give all my money to go for a walk with you. I would give my whole world to feel close to you again. You were one of the best things in my entire life, thank you for just being you for being with me and making me feel loved, happy, accompanied, special, childlike, valuable, and alive. My little princess. 

26-09-16

The weapon

 Most people don’t know this, but we all have a powerful sword in our hands and most of the time we use it without realizing that “A weapon can hurt, cut, and destroy things” so we end up hurting others or the other way around, we end up wounded by someone else's sword.

The most dangerous invisible weapon?

I remember the first time I was wounded with a sword, it was in 2007 and like most children I wasn’t prepared for the attack. That morning, I was proud of my project, I was happy and excited to show it to my classmates, especially because my parents had helped to do it in the best way, so through my eyes, it was the best project in the world. I entered the classroom  with a big smile, and with my project in my hands, and then this boy (I can’t remember his name) said “that looks ridiculous” yeah, at that moment that statement, that utterance, that expression of words hit me; it hurt me deeply.

Are all the wounds the same?

Not, the wounds caused by the sharpest sword have different levels, some are somewhat superficial and don’t hurt you too much. Then, we have “the deep ones” these as the name says are deep and they hurt you more; however, there are “the critical ones” these injuries are serious and can be very dangerous for you since these wounds go through you without mercy and go straight to your heart.  So, it can be said that “Not all wounds go to the heart, but those that do are the ones that cause the most damage...”

If there’s not blood, how can we be sure that the weapon harms us?

The answer is easy and It is that we can know that the weapon hurt us just because we can feel the damage. When we are attacked by someone's sword, we can immediately feel an unpleasant feeling inside us; we feel different, we know that the things are not going well anymore. In addition, even though we can’t see blood as an indicator of weapon damage, we can see other things such as the change in someone’s face, behavior or attitude; we can also perceive drops of water coming out of the eyes, and a terrible silent that fills the room. So even if we cannot see the physical effects of damage (as in the case of a blow to the face or a cut with a knife) we can be sure that we are injured because we feel pain.

Don’t I have a weapon too?

 Although we don’t think about hurting others, sometimes we draw the sword without realizing it or not??. Personally, I prefer to avoid situations where I would probably use my weapon because I’m aware of the damage it can cause, but sometimes there are situations that get out of our hands and in a matter of seconds we can act without thinking too much. Last year, someone that I love hurt me, causing me more than three wounds and two of them were critical. I felt like I was falling apart; I was about to cry, but without realizing it, I took three steps forward and I began to defend myself by attacking him with my sword “strong blows”.     So, his attack turned into a duel.

 In brief, we usually don’t realize the great power of this dangerous invisible weapon, since it’s though that to be hurt we only need a physical weapon, but the things is that words can cause the same level of damage or even more to  a person because some of these wounds tend to be deeper and unfortunately, others go to the heart and they remain marked the soul forever.            Take care

Mr. "What if?"

     There is a man who is always waiting for the right time, for the exact moment to appear. Whenever a person is about to make an important decision he pops up like a pimple on a delicate and clean face. And, unfortunately for us, he doesn’t act like a gentleman.

     Oh! Mr. "What if?", why are you always following me? You see my movements and you draw your Machiavellian plans. Even though I step carefully and think that this time I will get my way, you grab my arm and stop me from moving forward; with the speed of a thunder, you start doing your bad! throwing doubts into my mind... one over here, another over there, now my mind is full of “what if’s?” ...“What if I do this, and it doesn’t turn out as I expected?” “What if I decide to do this, and I ruin it?” “What if I make the wrong choice?...” “What If I fail?” “What if I disappoint others with my decision?”. Mr. "What if?", you got me again!

     They say that you are not powerful as I think but every time you come to me, I can’t get ride of you as easily as I wish...Am I an easy point to attack? Or are you just a cruel villain who enjoys making me fall apart? At this point, I'm not sure anymore, just take your belongings and get away from me.

    With your black coat, and your black hat you look like a shadow, that suits you well since you act like my shadow that whispers a new negative thought, uncertainty or doubt in my ear, every time I'm managing to overcome your previous “what if?” and as always, after spitting out your doubts, you end with a  mocking laughter. What a villain you are!

    Now that I remember you didn't use to be so bad before, but as a human being, you grew up and that wasn’t a good thing ‘cause you became meaner over time. In the past, you were gentler; you knew the limits like that time when I had to make my mind and you just gave me one “what if?”: “what if I don’t like it in the end?” and that was all. But, what about now? When I have to make a decision in my life and you give me one hundred and one “what if’s?”!!! You gained experience, you became a master.

    In short, Mr. "What if?", it is obvious that you won’t leave me, you’re not a man who gives up quickly. But I have learned to know you, to understand you, to recognize your way of acting and moving. You are no longer a stranger to me, and the next time you come to me to sabotage me with your wicked and ruthless tricks to fill my mind with insecurities, be sure that I will not let you get away with it...Take care