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This blog entry would serve as a research paper proposal with regards to the communication act I have chosen. The first part would be the conceptualization of the research that would summarize it entirely. The next part would be the references that could possible be used for the research. The last part would then be the calendar of activities that would show the time duration used for the research.

The title of my project is:
“Bridging the Gap of Communication Through Sending Letters”

The problem this project will address are as follow:

Below are the activities to complete in the proposal:

Gather information from/by

• the internet : 1st-3rd week
• book references : 1st -3rd week
• interview : 3rd- 6th week

Analysis of the gathered data : 7th-9th week

Publication of the Research Project : 9th-10th week

My mother and I had a big fight last Sunday night and we haven’t fixed the problem yet. Well the problem wasn’t really that serious but she reacted exaggeratedly making our small fight a huge one. She’s still cold to me and to my sister as well even until this very moment. I still don’t know what to do in order to make things right. Her pride was unbeatable making me so worried about my dormitory fee and other things that needs financial assistance from my mother. Luoy kaau q!!! waaaaah!

So many commands I have to follow. Rules and orders that shouldn’t be failed to comply. You should abide with all the rules all the time. Too many ‘You should and must haves’.

But time has changed the ‘compulsory’. I am not anymore enforced to follow all these unavoidable system of policy. I have at least a crumb of freedom now taking into consideration that I’m old enough to manage my own self.

Back in my kiddo years, all I can do is play all the time and think of life as a fantasy full of magic. A life lived without misery and no worries to think of except for the rules and regulations that are naturally there for guidance sake. I have lived a life full of blissful memories as a kid.

I haven’t reached the maturity age of 18 yet. But I know for myself that my parents have given me away a bit of freedom to make use of. And maybe in two years time, I believe that I’ll get more freedom to squander.

I’m 16 years old freshman of BA Communication Arts in the University of the Philippines in Mindanao. Entering college life is the latest thing that happened to me which only implies that I am spanking new to the real world.

‘Real world’ I call it. This is it! This is where I’m letting the freedom soar. This is where I’ll stand with my own problems, have them by my own way and face them by my own as well.

But actually, facing reality doesn’t start when I entered college. I really realize it in the midst of my schooling as a Fourth year high school student. I realized how far I have gone through with all these years. I realized that I’m far away from what I used to be. Physically, I’m truly a big girl now (literally). Ha, ha, ha! Seriously, I don’t wear dress jam-packed with ribbons and ruffles that itch, shoes without heels unless it’s the fashionable flats, and the pony tailed hair that imitates Sailor Moon. I don’t struggle and wrestle my younger brother for the sweets brought by my mother, I don’t cry anymore when my favorite ice cream or lollipop drop off the floor, and most of all I’m merely stumbling, falling, and scraping off my knees running to catch my playmate. I’m more of big girls’ activities now… flirting, kissing, and hazing. Ha, ha, ha! Just kidding! I’m engaged to more mature activities as of the moment, but with limitations to think about. And as a young mature, I know for myself that I can’t make it all alone by myself. I need the pieces my life that made my life worth living. Pieces of life I call for myself as my family, my friends, and the people whom I loved and loved me as well.

Having the freedom to be ‘you’ and you alone is a chance brought about by maturity. But I’d rather make it a choice knowing that now and again I need the people around me as a shoulder for me to lean on.

We were asked to write a blog regarding the communication act we refer to use in this activity. I was thinking of the ‘interpersonal communication act’ then suddenly our letter sending activity back in my Elementary years comes to my wits and further use this in relation to this blog activity I have in my COMA101 subject

Interpersonal communication on my own understanding deals with the process of sending and receiving information between two or more people. It involves the four basic elements consisting of the sender; person who sends the information, message; the information sent by the sender, channel; serves as the pathway in order for the information to be transmitted, and the receiver who receives the information sent.

On our letter sending activity, we were asked to write a letter to a friend whom we haven’t seen for quite a long time considering that they are miles away from us. I was thinking of a friend who is way back in the New Jersey. She was my friend who migrated just months ago before the ‘letter sending activity’ thing has begun.

Basically, I wrote her a letter for the activity’s sake. I was just asking her questions like, “how’s your stay there?”, “Is the weather fairly adaptable?”, “how was the people?” and so on. I wasn’t expecting her to respond on my letter. But one day, I saw a letter on my room with my friend’s name in the envelope and I realize that she receives the letter and does the ‘feedback’ thing. I was so grateful for what had happened.

That started again our communication that had been lost for months. For now, we no longer have this letter sending activity but we’re still communicating with the use of the Internet for e-mail messaging that is basically for reaching out purposes.

No matter what method we use, as long as you are exchanging information with each other, communication still exists.

I was basically riding on a public utility jeepney (PUJ) heading to my aunt’s house when an old blind woman in her 70s rode the jeepney as well. She was with his son and two grandchildren. I can’t help myself from looking at the old blind woman and I was, at the moment, trying to put myself into her shoes.

The old blind woman was located on a seat fronting my seat. On my right side was his son carrying a bundle clothes in a bag and on his lap was his son and on his side, his othe son. On the whole run of the journey, she keeps on blabbering, “Asa na si Kokoy?” and “Naa sa imo si Ren-ren?” Then his son would say, “Naa dire ma.” Then after a while, the blind old woman would ask to his son the same questions over and over again.

I pity for that woman so much. She still has the mouth to communicate but doesn’t have a pair of eyes to see the things that happened in her surroundings and to see to whom she was talking to.

I have this friend whom I haven’t seen for quite a long time. We’ve been acquaintances and eventually get to know each other for months and consider ourselves ‘friends‘. We get along so well. He drives me home when it’s too late for me to go home alone. He never misses to ask me how I’m feeling everyday. He always cares for me. He asks me out when I’m feeling bored. He always makes me laugh with his corny jokes and he always makes my day shine just knowing that there is someone like him who would be there for me always.

He told me he likes me. He told me that he has this affection towards me and this grew more and more each day. Then I told him I could feel the same way. I love him. I love him in a brotherly manner. Much different from the way he feels towards me.

His words don’t change our so called ‘friendship’. I don’t want him to change either. But for some reasons, this ideal friendship I had with him can’t help itself from changing in the later time.

He changed for the ‘worst’. He had forgotten all the memories we both share. He lived a new life with his friends left behind. And what makes me so bitter about it; he had forgotten that we’ve been friends for at least quite a long time. He had forgotten about me, me and me!

Last January 01, 2008, I was so amazed when he waved and smiled at me when we saw each other. What am I suppose to do? Should I smile back at him? Of course not! I know I should forget about it, but it’s not easy to do such action especially when you know that it wasn’t you who’s to blame and you’re not the one who acted stupid.

I’m done with you!

Thanks for the memories

Thank you for putting me in crisis

Thank you for breaking my heart

My already broken heart

I’m so grateful of you

For making me so blue

But these words are so fitted for you

f*** you! I’m done with you!