The unexpected

Well, how do I begin this, my dad got tested positive for Covid-19 today. His symptoms showed up four days ago. He began to have fever on Thursday afternoon. He woke up early that day to do a big load of laundry. He hand-wash all of his laundry because the washing machine would not completely get clean the stain on all of his shirt and pants. He did the work all day and as result, the activity made me felt sore and tired. We all thought it was because of the workload that made he felt all the symptoms. But little did we know those aching and tiredness were the symptoms Covid-19 that he would today got tested for. In the same day that afternoon, he also had fever, which we also thought was nothing serious. The symptoms showed up the past Thursday July the second, two-thousand-and-twenty, and he finally got those symptoms tested today July the sixth, two-thousand-and-twenty. He got tested at 5 p.m. and the result came back two hours later. The doctor called and told us what we needed to do, which of course was to avoid large crowds gathering, be six feet apart from people, and wear marks at all times.

Since my dad and I live together, I am quite certain that I have been exposed to the virus and highly likely that I have the disease as well, which I will get myself tested tomorrow. I do have symptoms today, which are very mild difficulty breathing, very mild chest pain, soreness, and tiredness. So far these are my symptoms, noted that all of them are very mild that they don’t interfere with my daily activities. I also would like to mention that my dad is also doing fine. He only seemed to be effected by the tiredness and body aching, which he could still perform every normal activities like he would on a regular day. As of now my dad do not need serious medical equipment such as a ventilator, medications, or further testing. This is because his symptoms are not serious nor is/or life-threatening as compare to some other serious cases you might hear about on t.v.

As of now, I will get tested for Covid-19 tomorrow July 7th, 2020. Like I said, I am quite positive that I have the disease because of the symptoms I usually would not be experiencing. I am not afraid or panic because of what is happening. I am optimistic that we can and will get better. We are not being reckless, but will be treating the condition very seriously as to prevent the spread of the disease to other less fortunate others. I personally do not see our symptoms worsen as long as be take care of our body to receive plenty of rest, consume healthy diet, as well as drinking large quantity of water than we usually do. My dad and I will be taking care of each other until we both get better to celebrate being Covid-19 free.

Horror Script

Introduction

A young mother gave birth to a twin girls. She suffered the horrible amount of pain. She is a window and living alone after her husband’s death. Without the medical care she needed, she soon died due to excessive bleeding after child birth right in front of young, innocent children’s eyes. The babies wept and cried, luckily a milk man who delivered fresh milk to the home every week came and saw the horrendous scene of a dead mother and two of her crying babies. He was shocked at the scene, but it did not delayed him to called the police immediately.

The detective came to examine the scene and declared the cause of death as natural. The baby were taken care at the hospital to make sure there is no harm to them. Good news is one of them is healthy while the other twins suffer a cut on the back of her right thigh. Otherwise, both babies perfectly normal and robust. The police were trying to identify relatives of the mother. They dig into the family history only to discovered no one connecting to her. The mother was a widow and an only child. Her husband died of car crash 3 months before the twins were born. Their relatives were long dead and no one seemed to be able to adopt them. Luckily, the nurse named Margaret who took care of them started grow a loving bond for the twins. She decided to take action and raised them as her own. She named one of the twin, Emma and the other Jane. Even though they are twins, she noticed that the twins are rather quite different in every ways. Jane is quite a gentle and loving girl while Emma was quiet and distant. Jane preferred to play with Emma, but she had rather played alone when they were young.

When it was the age for both girls to attend elementary school. It was not a surprised that Emma had many friends while Jane had none.

Jane: “Jane? Do you want to play tag with us?”

Emma: “Sure.”

Jane: “What really!?”

Emma: “Yeah.”

Lydia: “Well that’s new.”

Thomas: “Tag, Jane, you are it!”

The chidden played for quite awhile within the neighborhood. Margaret was surprised to see Emma paying with other kids before last time she tried had made her sad for a week. She thought to herself, everything seem to slowly work out for Emma. She was just a slow bloomer as compared to her sister, but she is getting there.

Emma: “Tag Thomas, you’re it,” slammed Emma.

Thomas: “Ouch, Emma that hurt! Stop hitting me so hard!”

Thomas started to wielded.

Emma: “I am sorry, I did not mean to…”

Other kids: “I am not surprised..there is always something wrong.”

Other kids: “Let’s go.”

Jane: “Thomas, are you okay!?”

Thomas: “Your sister tagged me with a sharp thingy, not fair at all. Awao, awao, don’t touch it!!! My mom is going to freak out, again.” Blood started dripping on the street as Thomas began walking home.

Emma: “I said I am sorry, I did not mean too..”

Lydia: “Why can’t you just act like everyone. So they can like you. No one wants to play with you because you hurt them!”

Emma started crying as familiar as this sounds. Events like this always happened when she play with other kids. Emma have hard time adapting to new situations. Social settings do not seemed to like her. She tried but she often failed.

Jane: “Hey at least you got to play with us today.”

Emma: “I wish you would just leave me alone and stop inviting me to your friends.”

Jane: “Well, I saw you standing there, so I thought I had asked.”

Emma: “And it did not go well.”

Part 1: Margaret 

By this time, the girls are all grown up. Jane is working as therapist while Emma work in lab. The two girl seems to live a complete separate lives in a different city. Emma works in Southern California while Emma lives Maine. One day, both received a news that their mother’s health is deteriorating after she had fallen in the bathroom, breaking several hip bones. After this incident, she does not seem to quite recovered. Both girls decided to fly to Minnesota to be with their mother.

Emma: “Hey, long time so see.”

Jane: “Is your job ok?”

Emma: “It is alright, my boss is crazy in the head as always.”

Jane: “Well hang in there, you know, I know someone who is hiring for a scientist, let me know if you are interested in moving to the sunny Southern California.”

Emma: “haha, thanks, I will let you know in another life.”

They soon found out that Margaret will die soon.  In her dying breath.

Margaret: “Girls, I have to tell you something.”

Jane: “What is it, ma?”

Margaret: “Right here in this hospital, 30 years ago, was when I felt in loved with the two of you.”

Emma: “Ma, stop with the clique, please. We have been hearing the same story that were just told in different ways.”

Jane: “Hush, Em. Hush, Go on, ma. I’m listening.”

Margaret: “I never told you that you weren’t coming from mine, but from a lady who died from a complication of child birth. She was your mother. Her name is Lauren Hackett. Here is her picture, she look just like you more than I do, hah? Now you know why”

The girls listened in shocked in disbelief.

Jane: “It makes no different, ma. It does not matter, you are our mom.”

Margaret: “You deserve to know the truth.”

Jane: “It is ok.”

Emma: “Well that’s something I did not expect.”

Margarette: “Girls, promised me that you will stick to each other. There is no one else beside you two, together. Don’t part ways, sister, especially twins are not meant to separate.

Both girls replied, “Yes, ma.”

The buried their mother’s corpse and said “Goodbye.” Jane wept in pool of tears while Emma shed none.

Lydia whisper to her friend, “You know it is odd that Emma did not shed a single tear drop at her mother’s grave.”

Other ladies: “What do you expect, she never change.”

Other ladies: “Remembered when she squeezed the little bird when we in middle school?”

Lydia: “Omg, yes! That’s literally hunted me for a week, horrible!”

Other ladies: “I don’t know anyone who can put up with her like Jane.”

Lydia: “You know, she’s rare… I wondered if she and Thomas still date. They were cute together. A classic small town story.”

Part 2: Grown-up Stuff

2 years have passed since their mother’s death. Jane decided to quit her job and move back to Minnesota for a break before she will start finding a job in town. After she situated the place, clean, mop, and sweep all the dust. She looked back at her old family photo and often felt the bitterness, sweet. She misses her precious mother.

She speak to herself “No time to be sad, my stomach is sadder than my soul.” She decided to go buy groceries at the childhood place.

“Yo, Jane!” Thomas was so surprised to see his high school sweetheart after years that they had a separate lives after ending high school.

Jane: “Thomas! Wow, it has been so long, it’s crazy!”

Thomas: “How have you been? And what are you doing here?!”

Jane: “I decided to move back, you know, the house is getting old, someone has to take care of it.”

Thomas: “No joke! This is insane. I could not believe you just left everything to come back!”

Jane: “Yeah, it seems shocking, but not really. This is home.” Both were just starring until Thomas break the silence, “Hey, let me know if you need a muscle with all the man’s stuff, just give me a call, I hope you still remember our phone’s house.”

Jane: “Thanks, Tom. Well I better run before the things go bad, catch ya later!”

Jane was caught off guard to meet her long time childhood best friend and ex-boyfriend. She though to herself, it really has been awhile, but not anymore.

“Knock, knock, knock” She heard something like a knock on her door. Wait a second, it is 4 a.m.! She grab a lantern and walked downstair to the mysterious door. At this point the knock kept getting louder and louder as she moved closer to it. It does not seem to stop. It kept on increasing the intensity. Jane froze and felt an awful sense of panic. Who would knock a door like this. It has been a long time since she heard a familiar style of someone knocking like this. It reminded of her when Emma decided to turn off the bathroom light when she was in it and Emma knew she was scare of the dark.

The knocking finally subsided as Jane looked into the peep hole, it be extremely surprised.

“Emma!”

Emma: “Jane, let me in, quickly, now!”

Jane: “Emma, what’s wrong?! Why is there blood?”

Emma: “I got into an accident earlier, someone crashed into my car as I drove here. I know you are confused why I am doing here at 5 a.m.” I heard that you decided to come home when I decided to surprised you at your home in CA. Well, you were not there and the place looked dead. Your landlord said that you moved back, so I decided surprised you here instead.”

Jane: “I am surprised, very.”

Emma: “I know well, can you help me move my stuff?”

Jane: “Uh yeah, yeah, of course.”

Jane woke up at around 10 a.m. after being unexpectedly surprised by her twin sister sudden arrival that completely knocked her away. Even though, Jane was happy to see her sister, she also thought that this is so unlike her sister, who is often quiet and to herself. She can sometimes be sarcastic and cold.

Part 3: Ex-Boyfriend

It did not take long Jane and Thomas to click again when they were both each other’s first real love. They began to go on dates and soon enough he was her boyfriend again for the second time.

“Hey, Thomas, Lydia, and I are going to the lake next week. Lydia’s parents have a vacation house by the lake, if you wanted to join us,” said Jane.

Emma: “you know Lydia does not like me very much, who knows how long.”

Jane: “that was such long time ago, we are not kids anymore.”

Emma: “Ok, let me know when.”

Jane: “Is that a yes?”

Emma: “What do you think”

Jane quickly get on her phone to tell Lydia who else will be coming. After Jane hung up. Lydia could not helped but noticed a trend, but quickly brushed it off.

At the house by the lake, Lydia could only crude jokingly that her and Emma are still here while Jane and Thomas seemed to have forgotten they existed. “Guys, we are still here, excused me. This is not your honeymoon. Last time I check both of us still have friends and are not married!”

Jane: “I’m sorry, Lydia. My attention is all on you.”

Thomas: “Yeah, mine too.”

Lydia shake her head. “Also, is you sister still here? The last time I saw her was 3 days ago when we just got here. I’m surprised she’s even here with us, but not really with us.”

Thomas: “Leave her alone, Lydia. She can hear you, you know.”

Lydia: “Do I look like I care.”

Jane: “Let me go check on her.”

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I’m kind annoyed ..

…at those who complained about how people protest. They’re saying what these people (some are Blacks) destroying the shops, hitting women etc. What they are seeing these clips basically almost to give them excuse to talked about the minority irrelevance or to point finger how they are not happy how people are protesting. This is sadly a lame excuse to dodge the actual problem that is rooted in the mindset of people. Some people had negative experiences frankly with Black people in the past and they simply grinned in them that Black people is just Black. This is sad and I do not like calling them Black people either. They’re more tan or brown which I am too, just a few shade more vibrant. They’re people. They’re just like me. They sin just like me too. I mean it is sad that in the past they were thought as less superior and people had fought whether to set them free and they were on papers, but it’s time to really treat them as such. I get extremely annoyed with people who dodge the question of why Black Lives Actually Matters and instead were focusing on how these people destroyed shops and crap. Of course that is not the ideal way to protest and by the way there are other bunches good, peaceful protests too, but they were of course were not talked to about as much or at all on the media. Come on, open your eyes to what really is the problem here.

As i drove outside today, June 1st, I saw more Blacks outside doing their business than usual. I don’t know if they were always there but I simply didn’t noticed them as much or perhaps this movement and injustice actually brought them out more. I am not sure of the case, but I am simply glad they are not in hiding and they shouldn’t be. They should be living their lives like everyone and free to do whatever they want or need. The segregation never cease to completely end. I wish we could all live together peacefully and respectfully of one another no matter what races. It seems like a utopian sort of idea, but it is better than being pessimistic. Some people also think that being pessimistic is actually not being pessimistic, but realistic. I frankly could tell a different from someone who is being pessimistic versus they actually being realistic. Pessimism sounds negative, unhopeful, and dull. Realistic has hope and positivity; acknowledging both sides. I am also annoyed that sometimes I didn’t;t want to get into arguments with people when I think they’re focusing on the wrong point of the matter and simply still being Racist. I didn’t;t want to argue with them even though what they’re saying is senseless and obtuse. These people are actually my family who are White, Opinionated and arrogance. I didn’t mean to target White people either because Asians, Blacks, Hispanics, etc. can all be racist, not just any particular ethnicity. I’m sorry, but ‘you’re simply focusing on the wrong point of the matter here.” The point is to actually end racism in this country and the whole wide world. America is a great country, but like any great leaders, they must learn to always self-improved and correct weaknesses to be ever better and be of good examples too. I am optimistic that things will improve that racism will end. I don’t want to say that it will never ever end. I mean i don’t know, but at least things ate Improving that is already amazing. Blacks people are not bad. They are not. We’re blinded by what people have told us about them and yeah some of them are bad and so are some of us, you, me, they, he, she, and it (all the pronouns, except God).

If things are good then people probably more than likely not going to protest. The people protest because there Is Something Wrong and Unjust to take care of, so that those who are wronged can’t simply just get away with that they do and that is what some of us think in the case of George Floyd and many others Blacks sisters and brothers who have die and not getting any reprimanded for their wrongs. Not facing close to equal payment for doing wrong allows other to keep on abusing this power without any consequences. Also, Yes, getting people in jail or having shops, targets, whatever, cars destroyed will not bring back George Floyd ot any other lives, but that is NOT what people are fully asking. Yes, George Floyd serves as a tipping point to the protestant a symbol, or should I say he served as an sacrifices” to what are problematic. George Floyd is that tipping point in all this problem., If here was to stached-up his entire saving for the issue to racism, he would have read 250,000 dollars max FDIC for money return if it got stolen.

Also to the people who are racist..please be kind to your bothers and sister, aunts and uncles. Put an end to the brutality on the basis of race and start to love each other more. I would have to say that before, I knew that I must respect people and treat every with kindness and to be respectful. However, this event had shocked me to see that I really need to take this into heart. It is a reminder to look and treat other with respect and love because it is a nice things to dod for someone, but also because God also loves me.

Justice for all species

As of today as well as in the past, it seems like the so called the Land of the Free isn’t really what it commercial to be. So many lives have to pay for what is called freedom and justice as if the death of the past is not already enough to end prejudice and hatred of this world. It is sad and horrendous how some people are so racist and were so called Christians whatever religious they are, everyone is guilty. I am guilty. George Floyd was not the only a “colored” person who have died for the color of his skin. This White Supremacist thing has to end because the world need better assumption than this. What is the Golden Rule. The human as a species not only fighting with virus, but also our own kind when we should be uniting and loving one another no matter the occasion. People are hurting, upsetting, and questioning “why.” I mean I wouldn’t want someone to hate me simply for my multi-rainbow skin color. I like vanilla and chocolate ice creme in different ways. Each of us have our strengths and weaknesses, we should help each to be the best version of ourselves instead of hating and putting each other down. The world would be a better place if some of us understand this and all we can do is to love one another, just a little bit and to not be as selfish. Racism should have ended a long time ago, so many lives had to go because some of us think they are better, more superior than the other. Just because your income is better or neighborhood is safer doesn’t mean you can except that power and oppress other who don’t have as much. What then is justice. It makes me annoyed and mad that some of my family are also racist frankly, but that doesn’t mean that I choose to let their incorrect assumption clouds my thoughts and reasonings about whose racial background is better than the other. The truth is everyone is different and I don’t have to agree with them or conform my identity to it. The least I could do is to not hate and accept them as they are and to not hurt them. I can see why people are protesting. They have to do something when justice doesn’t serve its purpose. No matter the race, white, black, green, yellow, or pink. If ones did wrong, one must face the physical and mental consequences. Every wrongs must have its consequences. And that consequences well. I mean One of the arguments is people are not happy that the polices only got fired. I mean what does the law says about this situation. How many more lives there needs to be before something is done about this sort of actions. They need to be some laws in place to ensure that people who does these things, and when it is justifiable to cruelty, ones must be punished. No matter what race, what Derek Chauvin and other polices in power did were cruel and unjustifiable. Protestors were right that these polices treated George Floyd like an animal. They didn’t listen to his plead. These polices had him handcuffed. I mean what on earth justified for what Chauvin did to George Floyd. He had his face on the ground and knee on his neck. That’s cruelty. It is unreasonable use of force. It says a lot about Chauvin’s character. Even if this isn’t about character, well justice needs to do its work and put an end to this kind of cruelty even if it may not change someone outlook about racism, at the very least make it an offense and punish people who do this to another human being, no matter the race. We are talking about cruelty to animal and another human being needs to be judge in the eyes of law and lock behind bars, so no one would do this again. Also when people ask why still talk about racism because the more we talked about it, the more it is a thing. IT IS A THING and THAT’S WHY We’re still talking about it. Not saying anything is as equal as conforming to the act. The bystander is as guilty as the abuser. That’s why this needs to end, however, it might never truly end because human are all sinful. Yet, at the VERY LEAST make it a Law, so people get Justice they seek to find.

Post-Graduation Virtual Ceremony

Man I can’t believe it. I am overwhelm with unexplainable joy and full of gratitude from congratulated words by friends, teachers, family and relatives. These people mean the world to me for just taking their time to Love, Like, or Comment on my post about sharing my virtual graduation link on Facebook. I mean blessed Facebook for providing a platform and opportunity to connect with my relatives, friends, and family from Thailand. I am so touched and thrilled by all the comments and likes I’ve received. You have to idea how much you taking time to congratulate means to me. It means the world. It means you sharing your experience with me. It means you still remember me and I do still and always will remember you even though I have not been back to visit in years. I hope to visit soon, very soon because I need to catch-up with them and just hug them and to see how they’re all doing. I miss them. Thailand is part of my amazing, wild, and wondrous childhood that I could not trade for anything else. I am blessed to my have time there and it will always be my home. So to all my relatives back homes as well as loved ones back home and here, to all the friends and families, I appreciate you guys. I would make sure to visit you in Thailand when I go back just like the time you took to acknowledge my post. I never thought graduation was a big deal, but it became a big deal because of you all. You’ve made it very special for me to celebrate. Even though this graduation strictly seems to only congratulate me. I wanted to use this time to congratulate you for being part of my life, my childhood, and has a say and shape who I am today. You’re all part of it and part of my journey. Thank you for stopped your scrolling to give a thought of me. I really am thankful.

Well well it is the Class of 2020

Well well, I am back at it again for another doodling project of mine. The fun and it was always part of the unplanned because I write whenever I feel “things.” I write because I want to let my feelings out. I don’t know if I am a feeling kind of person necessarily, but if I think hard enough, my actions were driven by how I feel. I don’t really plan things. I hardly do. It is a moment sort of thing. I do plan sometimes, but I certainly did not plan on writing about my graduation! And that I am indeed part of the Class of 2020! The corona, the almost going to war, the crazy Trump presidency, I mean lots of things had happened and still is happening like the Covid-19. Needless to say, I am feeling the celebration.

It is weird that I didn’t actually want to celebrate, like I couldn’t careless about graduation celebration ABCD. One, I don’t feel important. Two, I don’t like that graduation symbolizes success crap. Three, I don’t have three. But I honestly have a mixed feeling when it comes to graduation. I think it is cliche and too inside the box. Like everyone had to do the same thing. Isn’t it repetitive, yeah. I don’t know I feel like a party pooper, but I only like graduation probably only for the inspirational speech and people decided to goof off when they walk on stage, that’s it.

I have a mixed feeling because, I mean you hear people say this all the time, but it does feel weird to go into the “real” world as if you living isn’t real enough. I guess a more descriptive way of explaining is the fear of the unknown. Think about it, most of you and me, we were in school for how many years already, 20 for me. I started school at maybe 2 or 3. Crazy right. Like we’re used to the system and surrounding. The basic waiting and waiting for everything. We hardly ever have to start anything ourselves. We were told what to do and now who is going to tell us. We have to leave and bye bye. You do not belong here anymore. I am having a crazy stomach feeling as I am typing this. If I am correct, it is the feeling of nervousness. I am used to the system. I am sad. I think that’s why I was feeling meh about this whole thing. It is kind of scary and I didn’t think I was going to feel this way. It is a moment thing. I feel this way right now but I will feel better later; by the time I finish writing. I remembered always wanting to leave pre-school whenever I arrived there. I didn’t like that place but what’s funny is that I am kind of half hearted feeling that way right now just the opposite. I am not sure what I am feeling weird about. I think I might know, may be it is feeling of the “I could have” sort of idea, like the feeling that I can’t take any of it back, because it flew by and you just missed it until you realized when it is too late. It is like the feeling that you didn’t know what you have until it’s gone. It is the feeling of regret and that is not the feeling I particularly enjoyed. It is the worse feeling in the world. The question is what am I regretting about. Is it not getting drunk, is it not partying, is not not smoking weed, is it not knowing what else I could have’s. Is it not studying enough for exams when I know I could do better? I think I fear of not living to the fullest. I fear I wasted it something; time, moment, opportunity, relationship, idk. I fear that, no matter what it had be. It is funny because when I graduated from high school, my church teacher gave me a book called “How to Not Waste Your Life,” isn’t ironic. I feel like it didn’t reap the experience well enough, I fear losing. I fear what I can’t take back. It is weird, but that’s how I feel. I do want to go back, actually no I can’t go back. It is impossible, from what I know there is no such thing as a time machine. It is only in movies. I hear people say all the time that the past makes up who you are and yes, I have to agree to that and stick to it; believe that it is true. I do fear change. I am scare of not making the past pretty enough for my best work. Like I am doom because my past was not the best I can do. I think these feelings are; I don’t know if it is normal.. I am sure I am not the only one experiencing this crisis ever in the world. I tried to look on the bright side to everything. I do. Life is too short to be miserable. I am grateful up until this point actually. I feel lucky a lot and I had to fight for things and things just does not come to me I have to work for it. No matter what they are I have to work at it. I mean God helped shape me too and I owed that to Him. He is my comforter. He is the one that brought all the people I’ve met.

I have to say that more than anything I am grateful and that is the IT word. I just am. For everything. For what I have, eat, sleep on, type on, play game on, talk to people on, FaceTime my dad, mom, drive, ride, cook, bake, grill, clean, wash…

I just am glad to exist and living, but it is time to actually Live, to feel alive to love and to laugh.

Skateboarding …

Comes with prize; nothing is truly for free. I love being on that thing along with rollerblading. They’re different. They’re both fun. But one I would say hurts more. Skateboarding… I was on it for approximately 3 days and everyday I was on it I bled every time. I fall at least twice a day. One of falls would ended up hurting and me bleeding. The worse part is not getting bled bruises but cleaning them with alcohol or soap. More with alcohol. That thing bit like nothing I’ve ever felt. I mean the sensation of alcohol into your bleeding flesh is just beyond describable. It hurts like …. the underground, yeah you know what I mean.

This is the trade off for being on a skateboard I supposed. I have fun and I sometimes pay with blood. I would say it gives you a sense of freedom and the wind and scenery just grinding, sliding by you. It was sure fun, but I sure DONT like falling and tripping my face to the concrete gravel. It hurts. A lot. I’m lucky I didn’t shift one of my teeth or something. But the flesh on my hands and knee is also not fun. I hope to be more optimistic but I will try again tomorrow? Probably if I’m bored. I will get on it again. But I don’t want to feel discourage to have fun. I don’t want fear and pain to get in my way of feeling free on the board. I really don’t want the unknown and fear to hinder my freedom to have fun on it. I want to have fun and not be scared to try different trick again. I don’t want to be discouraged. And it won’t be because that’s part of the fun.

The price to pay; nothing is truly free, until something proven me wronged


You know I once asked someone why would get on that thing and hurt yourself!? It is funny that now I sort of understand why. Skateboarding is cool and fun. It is free. Freedom. It is different; not everyone can do it. Only those who’s willing to risk can do it. Only those people who are different and have the gut could do it. That person has been me. I love stuff like that ever since I was little. I wanted to skateboard, rollerblade, ice skate, and wave boarding. I love this type of activity partially because it is so much fun and yes, it involves risk and that is part of the fun. I do think that I have low pain tolerance, isn’t it funny. I hate pain, but still go through things that would inflict pain in me. 

Now how am I suppose to play my keyboard? I would have to wait for awhile until the open wounds heal… what about washing my dishes, water and soap that use on daily basis will be my worst nightmare. yikes…

Food

This is interesting how much my mind thinks about food. What food do I crave, what do I want to make, what sounds good right now, etc. Foods pop in my mind all the time and I could not help but thought what it would be like to eat them!

I guessed it’s not a bad thing. It’s better than thinking about more horrible stuff.

I was watching YouTube video about which chain restaurants had the best fried chicken then right after I finished that video, I then watched which chain restaurants had the best chicken tenders. Can you believe how much I love watching food videos and then craving them afterwards.. umm that’s me.

I really want to make good fried chicken, but sometimes I think buying them is quicker and easier. They taste good too. However, I get more chicken making them at home and it probably has a better quality. It would not exactly taste like when I buy from restaurants but I safe more money and it’s healthier too.

I don’t know when I became so obsessed with chicken especially frying them. I think I’m going to make chicken lemon fettuccine Alfredo tomorrow 👌

Alright, goodnight

Today has been a good day

Today has been amazing. I woke up earlier than usual so I get more things done. I did my laundry and went grocery shopping at a store I thought would be less crowded than the store I usually go to. I bought a lot of groceries. It was a challenge carrying all of them in one trip from my car to my room. Bit with God’s help, I did it. I cleared my fridge, got rid of old foods (which is not very many) and clean all the dishes from the old food and that was nice. The weather was nice outside, I did not feel rushed at all shopping or driving. I made one my favorite dishes and eat while also watching Tarzan II. After that I drink a cherry juice that my uncle recommended and that was good too because cherry helps cardiovascular health! Them I sat and trying to study but one of my good friend, Roxanne called and I gladly and excitedly answered. We chatted a while and noted we need to hangout again very soon! Now I am eating yogurt typing about my day. Today has been amazing, tomorrow will be too