(This is a descriptive paragraph written by one of my students in a writing class. This is in response to the subject "how the houses in the future look like." You, too, can imagine how the houses in the future will look like and try to develop a paragraph about it, or improve the paragraph below.)
Houses never fail to capture my interest. I have always been fascinated with houses. I believe that houses in the future will be highly technological yet still offer the comforts of home. Houses will be either white or silver with chrome trimmings. Doors will be activated by retina or hand scan. Once you enter the house, things will be voice activated like lights, TV, microwave oven and other appliances. These houses do not have stairs or elevators, instead they will have teleportation docks to get to the other floors of the house. The walls and ceilings can instantly change their color as they are activated by your moods. How i wish to be in this kind of house. I hope when i am already stable, this is already the kind of house where people live.
Daniel is not only my sister's little angel but also ours. He arrived at a time when my mother was bored and wanted to be more productive. Thus, his birth was really much-awaited.
He is our angel. The first time we saw him in the nursery, we already know that he would be such an angel. He has a rosy complexion at birth and his long legs are very noticeable. We presumed he would be taller than the rest of our family. His face is round, his eyes big and round, his lashes long, and his lips really red.
As the days passed by, he proved to be a very charming baby. Despite the discomforts that he was experiencing, he always have a smile for us. He would respond to us whenever we talk to him, he always wanted to have someone with him. He does not want to be left alone. We would always take turns watching him and talking to him. He would smile at us especially when we play his favorite music - Edu Manzano's "papaya song."
He fills our house with warmth and tenderness. He make us stay longer in the house. Before he came, our house seemed empty. But when he came, there's never a dull moment
Pangasinan, the crescent-shaped province that is the gateway to the Ilocos region, occupies 5,368.82 square kilometers of verdant farmlands, hills, forests, and rivers. Its nearly million population lives in 44 towns and four cities. It is bounded by the mighty Cordillera mountain on the east, the Zambales ranges on the west, the rice plains of Tarlac on the south, and the Lingayen Gulf and the South China Sea on the north.
Eating chicharon with vinegar is a stimulating experience. You can feel your mouth water as the moist, sour scent of vinegar hits your nostrils, then flows down to your throat and diffuses in your lungs. Eager to taste this scent, you pick up a small piece of curled chicharon and dip it into the vinegar, slowly, carefully, taking care not to soak the whole piece so as to keep some of the salt in the chicharon. The air bubbles on its surface crackle as it comes into contact with the vinegar. Then as you take a bite, you hear a high-pitch crunch and you feel as if you were eating air. You taste the salt dissolving and feel the bubble tingling and clinging to your tongue. The acid taste of vinegar mixes with the salt, giving you a flavor that leaves your mouth watery and drooling for another taste of this salt and vinegar combination.
Experiences make us strong especially when those experiences taught us important lessons in life.These experiences come in different packages; sometimes they bring us joy; at times they teach us invaluable lessons; and most of the times they make us wish they never happened at all.I have had my shares of life experiences:happy, wonderful, memorable, enriching, disappointing, sad, and difficult.And because these experiences are sometimes sad, difficult, and disappointing, there is one experience I would never want to happen twice in my life.I still remember the day I rode at the front seat of an ambulance. It was Daniel’s (my nephew) third day in the ICU at MCUHospital.He had been in comatose for three days and when he finally woke up, the doctors allowed us to transfer him to the Philippine Heart Center where we had already made arrangements for his transfer.At 4:30 in the afternoon on February 2 last year, I took the ambulance ride which was my first and hopefully the last.Beside me was my brother-in-law while my sister was at the back together with two doctors, a nurse, and two medical assistants; all from MCUHospital.I could still see the frantic look on my sister’s face as we began the trip, slowly at first.Daniel was on a manual respirator and it was really difficult for he was having seizures and the slightest discomfort could cost him his life.Barely five months old, his small body could hardly take what was happening to him.As we drove along EDSA, my heart thumped like the beatings on a drum.The siren was non-stop, and so was the honking of the ambulance’ horn.I could feel my blood rushing inside me, my face turning red, and my head swelling.I wished I could swear but I couldn’t.I wished I could just go down and stop all the cars slowing us down each time I hear my sister shriek when Daniel stopped breathing.I wished I could wring the necks of the insensitive drivers who tried to overtake and slow us down as we looked flushed and hopeless inside the ambulance.All I could do at the time was to plead God to let us arrive in time at the PHC.The 15-minute ride felt like eternity.As Daniel was carefully lifted up to the stretcher and rushed to the emergency room where the head of the pediatric section was already waiting for him, I uttered a silent prayer thanking God that Daniel made the short trip from MCU to PHC.As darkness slowly engulfed the atrium where I was waiting for my brother-in-law, I could still feel the rapid beats of my heart.It was almost midnight when we were allowed to go inside the ward.Only then did my heart’s rapid beats begin to subside. (tvvillaflores-22/01/09)
