B. C. Straight

For those of you that actually look forward to read what God is doing in my life, I want to apologize for not keeping up.

I am doing fine. Reading, writing, taking lots of quiz/test, and learning a lot from God. He has been pruning and trimming me a lot, I think.

Before coming to T.he M.aster’s C.ollege, I was blessed to stay with the Guthmillers family. It was a blessing because they literally walked me to college, from how many meals are you eating to dropping me off in my dorm room. I had time to sleep, and ate good. Not to say that other food is bad, but Mrs. Guthmiller cocking is amazing. She is Japanese. They..ahh!!!!!!!!!!! It was just amazing. We prayed and talked about life in general. Them picking me from the airport was another thing. I love getting into my seat, when flying as early as I can, but not getting out of it. It just seem that there are way to many people at one time. All to say is that I was one of the last ones to come out. They told me later that they were guessing after guessings..then, they ran out of choices. As their hope was dying down, thank God I shown up..hahah..

Time with the Guthmillers was a time for me to not only see old faces [don't take it literal], but I was blessed to make new friends as well. We went biking, to the beach, hiking…ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! It was fun.

Coming to TMC was another thing,

Oh! Wait on the TMC thingy….
I was able to visit vairous places, one of the best one was San Francisco. My theme song for the trip was by One Republic Stop and Stare..because we literally drove to places, stop, and stare [taking pictures is included: for those of you that have facebook, check my photo album]. We finished the night with ice cream, even though it was frezing, at least for me…lol.

Back to coming to TMC, the drive was about five and a half hours. It was long, I think I fall asleep several time, but overall, I was always on the look out for the or a sign that says something like “Welcome to the Master’s College”, but never actually did until at the very end. Many times, as we make turns, my stomach had a hole.

Meeting people right after I was dropped off was fun, but at the same time, it was a challenge to try to remember all of their names, and since my name memory is bad, I started gaving nick names..e.g. Sing Song.

Being here for almost eight weeks, I have learn a lot. The Word has been digging out my sins like I was digging Logos’ swimming pool [Logos is the name of the school that was opened because schooling in Cambodia is not not that great].

Work here is amazing, I feel like profs do not actually think that we have other classes, because the amount of read is rediculously mountainous. But, for some reason, the reading seem to get done on time. It shows me that God is in control.

Test here is hard, I was force to actually learn the information, I could wink it with my good memory, but God has convicted me that this is the time for me to learn, not to just get through college.

In the midst of all the work, God has been giving me time to be with Him [in the Word & prayer] more than I have ever been. I love it.

As I was watching this summer Olympic games..ABC did a report where they were pointing out the major changes in China, the dam, electric train, upside down TV, et…the bigness of Beijing. One of the things that caught my attention was what one of the reporters said, “Its unbelievable, its like walking in fantacy, but its real.” Key word being ‘real’ here. We all know or heard a lot of talks about how much technology change is taking place and that we are moving forward to a better world.

On the contrary, I disagree with such an ideal. A lot of things in this world is just for show, its not really practical, for instance, the upside down TV in China, what is the point of that, I mean beside putting in a ton of money in constructing it.

Once again, I would like to emphasis that God has been good to me, not only this whole time that I’ve been to the States, but all of my life. I find it more touching to receive a letter than an email. One of my sisters, Marena Jim, sent me a three and a half pages letter. In it, she not only let me know what is going on back in Cambodia, rather she also encourage me and show me what she is going through. I don’t feel like going into details, but I just want to say that I read and re-read the letter and the more I do it, the more pikes I reach to an almost uncontrolable tears.

Don’t get me wrong here, I am not saying that I hate technology (actually I do), its just I would prefer the old style. Since I started school at a late age, I had to spend a lot of my time catching up with other kids. Meaning, that I had to read a lot of old books, to make up for the time that I never have and by the time I am caught up, I still yet have to catch the new stuff. To be honest with you, I have somewhat given up the new stuff, like music, movies, etc..

With that said, I am still stuck in the past. I think like a kid, and yet, my thoughts are almost older that most of the adults that I’ve met here in America. What I am trying to say is that I could relate better to the old folks, than kids my age or younger.

This world is not moving forward, rather we are still living in the past. How many sins or, humanly speaking, mistakes have we seem made with previos generation and we have not learn from it. I think we all know that no details is required here.

All to say is that if technology is not use for the glory of God, we still have not realized that we are sinners and in need of a Savior.

This is an exact message from Pahnette, my youngest sister, recalling her memory:

“yeah i did..it was good…just some grammar and spelling mistakes…but yeah it’s pretty good…i’ll tell you things that i could remeber…ok i know i was the favorite..not doubt about that..hahaha…and i don’t remember falling off the bed..but you’re to blame since you’re a bad brother…i remember the death of dad..seeing him in the hospital bed but not seeing his face…and my ‘grandma’..i remember her house…and her son would come home late at night drunk…but wen he wasn’t drunk he would play with me a lot and i was treated to cookies and i liked you more than rena and i don’t know why…but i did…i don’t remember telling you about wat the step-dad did to me though or the little boy..just that after mom found out about it, i think, she sent me to our aunt’s house…i remember you there…and Tida…and bong pich…and yeah that’s about it…oh and those longs walks are unclear but i remember being scared to death wen mom sent me out to buy food but i also know that people liked me cuz i was soooo cute!!!! and i remember wen you would leave me alone i used to crawl downstairs and play by myself and i think i followed you once and all your friends were soo mean to me and i just felt so left out and rejected by everyone…even you…so i played by myself…no wonder my social life is a mess..i don’t know how to make friends because of wat i think they think of me…it’s your fault…kidding…and mom would get mad at you for it…and was there a grave yard behind our house???
i was soo scared of that place that i peed in bed..cuz you guys would tease me and tell me ghost stories and it still scares me to this day…see all the mean things you did to me sticked with me…i remember them and it scares me now and i can’t sleep at night…you were right…you were a bad brother and a bad kid…but i’m glad things worke out God’s way not ours…i didn’t know dad was a general??
oh well he’s a general and you used to like good but i don’t remember a thing cuz my head lost it’s memory after falling of the bed countless times!!”

Praise God!

Due to the influence of internet usgage, upon chatting with Rena, my sister after me, I am now stuck in both the past and the present. Rena asked me to write up what I could remember of us three growing up. I have another sister, that is my I mention three, her name is Pahnette.

Sadly, I had to admitt that I do not really know much, or better term, I only have snap shots of situations that I was in, but not a complete chronicle. None the less, being the oldest in the family, I am responsible for re-capturing our past.

(Please do keep in mind that what I am about to write may not be in the correct order)

Mmmhh..when is my earliest enterment with Rena, since she is right after me?

SCHOOL. I was in first grade for three years because I was not an awaking student, in other words, I sleep in class and play during reccess and lunch time. I remember that Rena was only begining to go to kindergaten during my third year in first grade, it happened right before our big move from Sambo to Kratie where my dad was supposedly getting a better care. Since most, if not all, of the doctors were killed by Pol Pot, Sambo (where I grew up) did not have the technology to accomodate my dad’s wounds.

But, what do I remember about Rena?

I am pretty sure that she was really fragile. A weak child. If I rember correctly, she was really skinny at the time, not saying that she is fat now, but she has gotten stronger. We use to make fun of her that if she was to carry a tin can of rice, she would still fall down. The fact remians, she did, most of us did. I think it has something to do more with her cordenation not aligning. I think this is one of the reasons why you were really quiet and timid when around other people.

At the time, girillas warfere was at its pike of ending, meaning that the men had time to nurse their wounds and not worry about surprise attacks. In the mean time, my dad was building our manson (not made of stones, but almost similar to log cabins). We were barely finishing it, let alone moving in. My family ate pretty wealthy back then, being a general, the towns people brought us their hunt as a sign of gratitude. But, Rena and I usually ate our rice with salt or soy source because it tasted better. I guess you get use to what you grow up with and we did not grow up with plentiful of meat distrubution.

By this time, Pahnette has come into the our picture. I remember the very night of her birth, where my mom scream like no other. My grandma from my mom’s side was the maidservant (I know that there is a better word to call someone who give help give birth(s), but I can’t recall it, please do forgive me). I do not know the actual date, however, I remember that it was raining so hard, like none other. I was there the whole time anticipating the meeting of my new sibling, for we did not have the technology if the baby was going to be a girl or boy. Well, that baby turned out to be a cute and healthy baby Pahnette.

I do not recall baby sitting Rena hardly at all. As for Pahnette, she was my life for a quite a while.

Rena and I use to sleep next to each other for the longest time. We usually have roasted tamerines’ seeds for desert. I remember getting up in the middle of night to finish our desert, since the seeds were so hard to bite on, we had to let them soak in our mouth while we chat our ways to sleep.

Oh, I don’t know if this is true or not, but my mom told me that when I was a kid, I use to sleep walk, except I did walk, rather I climb our house walls. Use to scare my parents to death.

Upon the death of my dad, my mom and us kids built ourselves a small stilled house on a slut of land that was my dad’s share. My mom would asked the men in town to help us and in return we would provide them alcohol, 100%.

At the time, Pahnette was barely coming into her senses. I remember there were nights where the seasonal monsoon rain would wake us up. I have to admitt that in as little as we had, my mom would tried her best to keep us dry, especially my youngest sister. I use to remember cursing those rainy nights because it not only cause us to be wet, but it would soaked our dry food too. I do not remember specific names of the food that we had drying at the time, but I remember it was those dry food that hold our stomach many sleepless nights.

I know that I tend to emphasis on the part where my mom walked out on us, but I have to at least give her some credits: she tried her best to keep us together.

For a living my mom would make desert or this one thing where it is wrap in bananas leaves (I don’t know what its call in English) and I would go out and sell it. The deserts, people use to make fun of me for being a boy and having to go out selling, but never really my sis. Interesting part is I was the one that sell the most. I make myself known upon seeing a group of chatterings. Meaning that I would coase them to buying my mom’s product, and of course me being somewhat, the towns comedian everybody laugh the more upon opeing and finding that chunks of parts of their desert was missing. Truth of the matter is, my mom use a spoon not her hand when wrapping the desert before putting them to boil. I knew that that lasted for a while. We live a happy life in camparison to other families at the time.

Like anything, the desert get old after a while, so my mom had to come up with more ways to make our living.

Rena use to go to the market with my mom to by the materials needed to make what we call in Khmer nam, while I baby sit my Pahnette. We shared almost everything, although, she might not remember, breakfast was a big part of our lives. We had ramane noodles every morning, except one particular morning, where my mom only leave us 200 reils, equavilen to three U.S. cents. With that said, we couldn’t buy much that would feed the both of us. See, 200 reils buy only one package of ramane noodle, but 300 reils buy two. Its like the cheapest anybody could get. It was said because it was made in Veitnam.

Back to ‘except one particular morning’. I tore the money into tiny pieces and did not have breakfast at all. I remember also cursing my mom for that.

As for Pahnette, there were countless times where I would leave her a lone on a bed and ran off to play with my friends. Many times did I witness her falling off and hitting her head, but God has been good to us, for there was no major injury. I put her on a bed because I did not want her to crawl after me or worse yet, crawl into a hole and die. I was a bad brother, especially when come to baby sitting.

Of what you did or do at the market I do not know, Rena. That is when you come in and fill the gap.

We had a lot of fish in our meals and of course rice too.

One thing that that my mom tried to teach me was be on time for dinner. But, I never did learn that for I remember getting beat by my mom many times. The same way with my sisters, not so much with Pahnette since she was still a baby. When something break or left undone I would blame them all to Rena, thus, she got most of the beating. I think my mom spent a lot of her time beating us because she was stress out all the time. (It is really hard to write these parts of my life down.) My mom would ask me to do the dishes, and I would in turn ask, more of tell Rena to get them done, and ran off to play in the river. Most of the time that I do the dishes though, I was mad at my mom, one of the ways that I use to get back on her was breaking the dishes and then blame it on Rena. The thing is I would confess my lying to her upon witnessing how servere she was beating Rena and in turn she would let Rena go and start beating me, but by that time, most, if not all, of her anger was gone, so I didn’t get much.

While all these is going on, Pahnette has somewhat found herself a grandma. Our next door neighbor was an elderly woman, being Cambodians and all, elders are not just elders, they are our grandmas or grandpas. Many countless nights did Pahnette ran and hide with the woman. I think her name is Oum Moan.

If I remember correctly, Rena did not like going to the market with my mom because it would mean leaving the house at 5:30 A.M. the reason behide it is that the earlier you get there, the fresher products would we get. With that said, we use to just laid there on our shared mat and talked. And since Pahnette slept with my mom, she was not in the picture.

After a while, there was this one man who kept coming to our house, and whenever he came, he would bring us food. He and my mom left us and got marry not soon after. Talks of their leaving we did heard but a set date was never in place. At the time, I knew that Rena was going to be living with one of my aunts, and Pahnette was going with my mom, and I was going to live with my other aunts close by. But, we never did really know when hat was going to happen. Although the more I think about it, I think I remember my mom giving me a kiss on the forehead before taking off.

(There are other things that occurs between the time of my mom meeting that new guy and her leaving, but I can not share, or I’m not ready to share.)

Rena, that ends my knowing what you were up to after mom left. Oh, I do remember one more thing, you use to work in the field harvesting beans.

Pahnette, I do not know where you were at or what you were doing, except you did tell me that the step dad use to abuse you many times. And since mom had a new baby, you use to had to walk a very long ways to buy food for the new born.

Looking back at the things that happened, God was very much alive and working in our lives. I mean, who would know that we are now united and going to school. Back when I was growing up, one out of every five children died every year. And look at us, we all are very much alive with me starting college as a freshman at The Master’s College in a few days and Rena going into her senior year this coming Monday and Pahnette entering her first high school year, I believe.

The Lord has been gracious and blessing my life this last couple of days, actually this whole summer, but more recently this past week.

I was glad to have a week off doing doing nothing for a week before flying out to California because I did not really know what was going to happen. My life has been consist of walking into places that I do not even know who was picking me up at the airport. The latest one was at San Jose’s airport. I knew that I was going to be pick up by an elderly couple, but I had no clue of what they look like. Thankfully, they held up a sign with my name boldly spelled on a cardboard..BORA..As we were driving home, they said that for a while they were thinking that I was not coming at all because the river of people coming out of the plane was getting thin. Here is my reason, I hate fighting to get off the plane..I do that when getting on so that they won’t leave me and there goes the tickets money..so, I usually sit and wait for the last person to get out before getting my carry ons and leave. That way I could ask the captain for his signature without allowing the line to build.

Oh, for the longest time, I have seen in movie where the main characters would leave the plane by walking right off the plane..as we were landing, I notice that there were people getting off of the stairs. I saw my chance and said a quick prayers..and sure enough, God gave his yes. Keep in mind that if it was a no, I would have taken it as an answer too because it is. I find too many people saying that when so and so of their family member died because God did not answer their prayers. No, its not like that at all, no is an answer. But, that is a whole new topic.

Back to what I was saying about how God has blessed me:

For as long as I could hold off, I have made or met people that hates fast food. This is a big blessing for me. Or, people that ask me what kind of food I want, now, every now and then, I would chose Burger King because we were on a go, but never have I chosen McDonald. Its because I do not want them Mc-head ache, Mc-stomach ache..(I got it from Supper Size Me {not sure if its one p or two p’s}). For instance, the couple that I am temperally staying with eat so healthy. I mean, so so healthy..the wife is Japanese. Asian Power.

Another thing, I am grateful that God has only given me friends that do not like to party, of if they do, they have never invite me to, with the exception of Kai Mz, but still hers was prayer time, not party party..haha.

The main blessing that I ran into is seeing old faces:

The first one upon my arrival to Morgan Hills was Lee Anne, she was not at Morgan Hills, she was actually at Pittsburg at the time. Just so that I am not hidding anything: Lee Anne is a girl..haha..well, here’s the punch line, I’ve liked Lee since 7th grade, right from the minute that I saw her, I really think that I will marry her someday, but she does not think so, (that left room for me to have crushes and all, its hard for me to hold those crushes long because I just did not see the point as time past)..and that is ok with me too because all in all, as long as God’s plan comes first, I am happy. Well, it was just nice to see her, although we did not have much to chat because I rarely talk to her. It was just nice to talk to someone that I know or see and going to school with for the longest time. Since I was in the yearbook committee in my jurnior year, I was excited to see the 3rd yearbook of Logos, the pictures and how much everyone could change in one year. We did not do much besides going to a Korean place to eat and walked around the mall. Oh, Lee bought a book while I was reading a chapter of her new favorite author. That was Saturday, Aug. 2nd.

Here’s something that I’ve learn or more of found out from being on my own and being around godly people. If God is not first in your life, you are not ready to get marry. I thought that I wanted a girlfriend, but, the more I THINK about it, I’m not ready. If the girl that I like is first in my heart, that is wrong and I have to say that it has happened a couple time this last year at the school that I graduate. Notice that I did not say ‘my school’ instead, I said ‘the school”, its because I did not feel like I was a part of the school at all. People that I call friends were the ones that were in grades lower than me and the bottom line is I was not really welcome by the other seniors, most of them had senior (bad) pride, where they looked down on lower classmen. Since I couldn’t take it, the few seniors that I would call friends are Kai, Jon, Sarah, Boo, Mandy, and Tom.

All in all, what would the girl or guy that God has in plan for us would want. In my case, a godly man, if all that I do is spend my time asking myself does she like me or if she does what should I do? I am wasting my time..so, I’ve learned to just be friends. Thank God for the Murris! Mrs. Murri really hammered or try to at the time that concept into me, but I just did not heed it early enough. Now, I do. I do not want anybody quitting their life and be with me. That is just plain selfishness. The conclusoin is, I just want to be a friend to all the girl that I have meet and will meet. I have school to focus and a country to preach too. But, don’t get me wrong: If God put that ONE person in my life, I will take. Beware girls!

The 3rd of Aug. was even a bigger blessing, I had to admitt that I did not sleep so well the night before because I had so many people looking forward to seeing at West Hills Community Church, well, I manage to snuck up to my old school nurse. She did not believe that I was there, it brought her to tears. Her name is Rose Marry, if you have been following up with my facebook pictures, you’d know her face. We sat side by side in church, and from time to time, she kept crying, I almost feel bad for doing that to her, but God had His timing. She told me that she was going through some tough time and seeing me was like God telling her to take a break and enjoy life. Me on the other hand was like, man, I just can’t believe that I am here as well.

Here’s the twist, I ran into one of my mentors and youth group mentor from Cambodia, Mr. BJ Lopez, as I was walking into the church building. I was like speechless because he was to me Jesus in person when I was going through some tough time back in Cambodia. That almost brought me into tears, but you know how tears and guys don’t really go together, so I bottled it and put it away.

Speaking about tears, I had not have my big weep yet. For those of you who are new and still trying to figure me out, I usually go find a quite place and have a good weep before being on the road again, since I go to new places all the time. The reason why I mention ‘yet’ in the opening sentence is because I was suppose to have my cry before leaving Plain, WA, but I never did because my last couple of days was really tight, no free schedule to cry. This paragraph has no point what so ever to this “a tiMe of rEst”., if you are wondering why.

Right after the church service was over, of couse being new and all, I had to meet a bilion more new people, of whose name I can’t even recall. But, it do not end here.

I met Gabe, one of the guys who went to Cambodia and put a camp for us, what I mean by us is the kids all the kids at the orphanage and some from Logos. It was nice to meet him because he is going to be at Master’s this Fall too. And, another twist is that he is like right down the corner from where I am staying.

Nathan Wells was the main person that I was really looking forward to seeing. He finally showed up with his-to-be-soon-wife, the amazing and gorgeous–Christiana.

Later that day, we went out to Tagos for lunch and hiked (again, check out the pictures).

Last night was probably the high lights of my time here, so far, Rose Marry not only took me to a Cambodian restaurant for dinner, she also surprised me with another old friend, Helen, and as we were walking into the restaurant, I noticed that there was an extra plate, at first sight, I thought that it was just an innocent mistake, since we Cambodias are pretting good at that. But, I was wrong, right after I sat down, Mr. BJ Lopez walked it. I did not know that he was going to be there, it was a BIG surprise for the night. It was good to be in a place that is somewhat Cambodianized. The bummer is this, the servers had lost their Khmer, not much chatting. But, I forced them to pick Khmer back up by placing my order in Khmer. The night was fill with catching ups and laughters, and telling old stories. My favorite one, although I almost forget, : Back in Cambodia, a couple of my brothers and I use to go to a province by the name of Preah Vihear, (and if you have been following international news, my country and Thailand is at a break of war). Back to the story, durring one of the time that I was at Preah Vihear, I got bored esp. during the day time since its so hot, there was nothing that we could really do, so (I sized the time to get some reading) me being a typical teen, growing up and trying to learn English, and of course trying to pick up chicks. I started looking through the few English books that was there, well, it so happen that I landed on the perfect book: The Prayer of Jabez FOR Women. So, I started to read the book, I kept running into pages where some of the stuff said was making me uncomfortable, but I kept reading it anyway, since it was for women. Well, upon finishing it, it turned out that the book was for women, not FOR a guy to try to get WOMEN. English!!!!!!!!!!

Excatly from my journal book:

“Flushing toilet on airplane is probably the high lights of my flight. I love it. After I do my business, usually #1, never number two, don’t know why, maybe it’s just to high, no gravity pull, but that is jst my theory. Back to what I was saying: After business is done, I’d push flush. It takes a seconds for it to react, between these seconds, its like the loghes time, I felt like ite was longer than the flight in itself. Anyway, while those seconds were ticking you life away, here’s the kewl: is it going to flush, oh my gosh, what have I done, then the prayers. God its only my, you know, I promise, actually, you saw me, I didn’t throw anything that the sign with a red slide in the circle not to throw. Please Please. Please. Then the kick. Like out of no where, all of a sudden, your whole body felt like you are being suck down along with your (you know). After another second pass, you found yourself holding on to whatever you could get your had on to. In my case, the very toilet paper that I use to flush because I am afraid of other people’s germ(s). Then you find yourself again, only this time you are breathing and catching yourself muble; God, ah! A couple of more breathes, then the next thing you know. There’s a line building outside, those people were probably cursing me. Here’s the catch, right after the hazzard geeing out and now getting in, you’ll have to kick some poeple out of the way cuz your seat is by the window. God knows why, but now you want another drink of water.”

Sorry that I kept switching from first person to second person..and miss spell and stuff..its cuz I want to make it real. Oh, one part is not real..I won’t mention it..but its in the begining..

Having been reading the Book of Genesis. God has really been opening my eyes. I thought that I know a lot, but as I was reading, I kept running into new things, I feel like a child..

Its amazing how well I could igore God with my everyday routine. Ahh! I just wish that people have the time to truly see me. I just..ah!!!!!!!!!! I’m so sinful!

I do not even know what to say..sigh………….

God made me to take dominion of the earth and do all that Adam did, but I seem to be caught more and more in what the world say I should do. Where is the “be IN the world, but not OF the world” in my life?

Please God! I want to be close to you. I do not want to be me, I want you to be me.

Have to admitt that I ran into this concept while camping last weekend. It was so free to be up where there is no one else around besides the people that I was with.

God definitely opened my eyes..For some reason, I felt where I was standing was more pure that where I live my daily life. The evil and wickedness is found in me. I felt like I unpure the mountains and lakes that I was at. It was a trip that I needed before heading into college this Fall. I was just grateful for the fact that I could run and run and run none stop instead of sitting on my labtop and telling people that I’ve been working out.

God, what is it that you want me to say about the trip? I do not know how to term it..please!!!!!!!!!

I learned that I have been turning my wants into desires, desires to hobits, and hobits into nessesacity. I feel like I’m falling away from my path.

This can not happen, God, please..

People only see the honeymoon side of me, but not my closet of skillatons..How do I change this?

And then, it the midst of all this, good bye is not easy!! I think I finally know why God had me go to so many different places: so that He could teach them my story. Some of you might remember that I was trying to capture my life into a book, but I had to put a stop to it because all that I seem to have or recall is snap shots, pieces and bits..and at the same time, there were other things too..

I have a lot to say, but I do not know how to convey it.

Have you ever wonder how the word woman came to be? I mean how did Adam came to call Eve woman when he first meet her in the Garden back in Genesis?

Well, here is what I think happened:

For us guys, if you are truly a guy, when we come across a cute girl or girls, what is the first reaction? I don’t know about you, but mine goes something like this: “wow…and this wow is with my jaw dropped and I’m drolling…and if you look closely, you’d see in my eyes the image of whoever that cute girl is, and of course, I’m still repeating the wow…dang…awe…and you know, one of those feelings that nothing else matters, I mean, my friend have to smack me in the back of my head to get me out of that enchantment…(keep in mind that I had to smack them out of there sometime too…haha…lol).

That was the guy part. Now, lets try to look at it from Eve’s side.

Do keep in mind that it was Eve’s first time to meet a man as well, if you are really following my writing, I believe you have already find out where I’m getting at. Anyways, back to Eve: since it was her first time, to you know, see a man…here is what I think her reaction was: man…and of course her eyes is dancing all over Adam…and the man word keep repeating over and over…I mean, com’on, who have animals line up just so that he could name them…besides Adam that is…so, here we have Eve, some where in space, just like Adam…

You have to keep in mind that Adam kept saying the wow…wow…wow…and Eve the man…man…man…

Back then, since it was just the two of them, there was no one to smack anyone out of the enchantment…with the wow and the man going back and forth…now, its time for the animals come in.

Upon seeing the wow and man going at each other…I think a monkey, let say, shouted out WOMAN…and with that one shout…the rest of the lining up animals started shouting too, since that monkey was the closest to Adam, they all thought that was the new chant…so, here we have no longer have the WoW and MaN anymore, rather…WOMAN…

I mean, with all the animals shouting, I believe it some what, in a way, smacked both Adam and Eve out of their wow and man…chant…

So, Adam, being the man, held up his right hand and of course it silent all of the animals…and he, in a gentlemanly way, addressed Eve (before he chose her that name) as WOMAN…

And thus, up ’til these days, we have the word woman…

What do you think?

Just so none of you is thinking that I’m crazy or beginning to reach that stage, I would like to say that this summer is definitely the most relaxing  summer of my life, which means that I’ve been thinking a lot…