'Cause I am epic!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010 @ 2:58 PM | 0 comment(s)

We were asked to write something about our most embarrassing moment for our Comm Arts 1 class. So yeah, here it is ('cause I don't mind sharing):


I am reckless... and I think I’m underestimating myself. Let’s put it this way: I am so reckless I’m nearly disabled. My clumsiness gets me into a lot of trouble and accidents, not to mention a bunch of scars and injuries. My childhood was composed mainly of countless falls, tripping downs, bleeding knees, and plunges in canals. Yes, smelly, gross canals. I was actually hailed as the “Supreme Lady of the Canals.” I know, it’s horrible, but at least I had my own throne!

I always feel nostalgic, much to my desire, when I see canals back in our province. I always remember the times that I fell into those wet and foul-smelling pits. One of those moments was when my friends and I were playing tag. It was already dark that time, and I was one of the players who needed to be tagged. I was good with hiding and running away from the others (I always do that when my aunt asks me to do my chores, or when Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” is playing). Once, I hid behind bushes next to a canal. It was a good hiding place because it was dark and, well, smelly, so I was positive nobody would bother looking for someone there... and no one in their right mind would choose to hide in that sickly-smelling place. But I was the kid who was quite insane, so I stayed there for what seemed like forever. I stayed still like I was part of the bushes. I didn’t dare move because the canal was inches away from me, and, with a luck like mine, I had a big chance of falling. I was growing impatient, I decided to reveal myself. But I need not to, because my worst enemies (which were the other players) had already found me. They were pointing at my direction, and they were running like crazy. I know I only had seconds to escape and keep running (and I was over reacting). Because of unnecessary panic, I totally forgot all about the canal beside me and the inches that are parting us. I recklessly moved, and then I felt a force that I don’t usually feel. I thought I was already dashing, but I was wrong. I was falling…

It was soft, the surface I mean. I was expecting to fall with a painful thud, but instead, my shameful fall felt like I was being thrown into a fluffy bed. The only difference was the smell -- it was horrible! It smelled like old garbage and poop of different animals that you can name. And I realized that I probably smelled the same. My friends were already helping me get up and move away from the canal. They also had already called for my father. I thought, “Oh snap! I bet all my Barbie dolls that he’ll be furious.” I’d rather be stuck in the canal and wait until everybody left than face another major shame of getting scolded in front of my friends. But to my surprise, my father was not mad. He was actually trying to hide his laughter, and it looked like he’ll make fun of my state when we get out of everybody’s earshot. He helped me walk back home, and I know at that moment my father looked like a man with a shadow of a girl on his side. I mean, I was all black, dirty, and smelly. I will never forget that particular night, though I actually would like not to remember it. And I’m just so sure my other playmates would never forget it, too… the night that I didn’t get tag and the game didn’t end the way it supposed to be.

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