A Scary Experience

Fearfulness is a psychological performance that most people have to face with. One can feel afraid of something like spiders or snakes. Some others can fear of a deadly certain circumstance which they feel like their feet almost put to the hell. To me, I had had a scary experience that I will never forget in my life. When I was about four year old, my mother took me to the market to buy some food. Usually, when going around the market, my mother held my hand so that she can keep me beside to her. I was a little shy child at that time with innocent mind. I just feel safe if only I could touch my mother's hand. But once, when she brought me to the pharmacist to buy some medicine, she left me a second to pay money for the drug. At that time, so many people were standing at the store with busy movement, I suddenly lost my mother. The feeling of safeness disappeared on the spot, and I went on a panic-stricken with the thought that I would never meet my mother again. I cried loudly. I remembered that my mother dressed in red and I tried to find the woman in that color. I found one, but she was not my mother. Disappointment again frightened me, so I cried louder and louder calling "Mom, mom, where are you?" It really scared me to death until I finally saw my mom. To say it in a right way, my mom found me. My eyes were entirely filled with tears and I could not see anything in a while, just non-stop calling my mom. When my mom held me in her arms to console me, I still felt frightened a lot. Sometimes I wonder why I could remember that moment when I was just under five year old. It is possibly because it had impressed on my memory. No other loss can be compared with losing my beloved mother. That is why I felt scary when my mother was not by my side.

Touchy video about the dogs

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To eat and to repent

Eating dog meats was my terribly strangest thing that I have ever tried. The first time I ate it was when my father brought it home from a friend’s party. Dog meat tastes good indeed, and I cannot deny that fact.  But if I had one more chance to eat it again, I would say NO. Dogs are very loyal and cutest animals in my thought. After several times I ate dog meats, I had a chance to read some researches and touchy stories in magazines related to this animal. In addition, it was also the time my religious faith raising. Coupled with the moved stories in magazines and the feeling I perceived about the dogs in real life, I found that I have made a big sin in my life. Many times, I wonder how I could eat their meat before.  Dogs are considered human’s loyal, and it has helped to secure people in dangerous circumstances. For example, in the formerly severe earthquake in Japan, a dog family had saved people in a village by their sense of the upcoming danger. Even when the villagers was helped by the police and leaved the dog family alone, they kept running after the airplane until it totally disappeared in the horizontal sky. Now, when I entirely become a vegetarian, I absolutely have a sense of respect the animal lives for any animal has spirits as humankind. As the dogs, they can emotionally feel the pain and the happiness toward the others. I have seen the dogs’ tears when they witness their friends being killed in accidence. As a result to my own experience, I wish I had not eaten dog meats in my life because they are faithful and helpful to human beings. I think people should be kind to them and should preserve them.

My dream job!

            If I could choose any dream job, I would like to become a clinical psychologist for the following reasons. First of all, working as a clinical psychologist means I have to practice in a challenging environment. I find that fixing people's problems is not an easy job for it requires a great deal of skill and knowledge of human beings. I imagine that sometimes I have to deal with some deadly depressed patients, and I must try my best to find the approaches to cure their emotional illness. Once they could put away their depression, I feel released and joyful, like having totally defeated in a heavy battle. This idea may come from the time I was in high school and in university. I had a plenty of friends who usually told me their stories of social life. Some were in troubles with boyfriends while the others had to be in a cleft stick with their job. They came to share with me and asked me how to solve the difficulties.  At that time, I felt like being a problem solver, a reliable one that people can entirely count on. I had put myself on their shoes to find how the troubles were and we together made them clear. Every time they became happy after days of sadness, I felt so wonderful because of my effective help to my friends. Moreover, the treatment of mental disorder does not require and allow dispensing actual medication and making prescriptions. We just use natural therapy and method to help the patients feel better.  It sounds great for me because I am really scared of injection needles and blood.  So I can treat people as I am a doctor but without the intervention of medicine.  One last reason is the salary for clinical psychologist is quite high. According to a research, the average payment is about $75.000 a year. Those with more experience and with doctoral degrees in psychology are usually paid higher than who are not. I think to earn high salary is not so hard because of the ever-increasing mental disorder patients nowadays. The more we treat people, the more experience we gain.  Personally speaking, it is worthy for people who contributes their value for the benefits of life and takes back what they are supposed to have. A dream job is actually not a job that must be paid much money. It should be a position that we love to do and we dedicate our life to the target that we have set. To put it in a nutshell, because of the challenge, the happiness as well as the advantages given to me naturally, I wish I could be a clinical psychologist to cure those who have problems with emotional disorder.

Blog 1 - Introduction

Call me Bella Ha! I think it would be easy for you to pronounce that name. After working for 4 years in my country as an admin official, I decide to go to America for further education. I am originally from Viet Nam in a peaceful city where my childhood accompanied with happiness. I moved to a big city named Ho Chi Minh to work and lived there till I leaved to the US. Living here for a couple of months, I miss my home country a lots. But it is not a severe problem for I have been living far away from home since I graduated from high school. I believe I can survive well.  

There are four people in my family – My father, older sister, older brother and me. My father is the owner of a farm with abundant oranges and durians. My sister is a high school teacher and is also a mother of two- year lovely boy. My brother is an engineer who has married with a pretty pharmacist. I love talking to my friends and singing when I have free time.

Usually, I hang out with my close friend at weekends to buy clothes or just simply to go windows shopping. It seems that I don’t enjoy travel because when travel I have to go a lot under the sun. Sometimes, going on a vacation trip with one or two friends to the beach is nice to me. My special interest and hobby is to feel and to obverse people by sitting in a bench or somewhere quiet. I hope I could complete the MBA course soon to return to my homeland where my beloved people are waiting for me.