Continents in my World

Continent 1: Tonight's Dinner
From a recipe printed nationwide, Mr. Lovely and I teamed up together to make a sauce for dinner and it somehow it ended up tasting just like the infamous sauce from La Victoria. That's right, baby! We've got the recipe for the "orange sauce" and we ain't sharing it to anyone at all! You will always want to come to OUR party because we'll have the besssssssssssst tasting food in the world. During dinner, all Mr. Lovely's parents and sister talked about was how yummy the sauce was. That was it! Our only topic of conversation. They douced it with everything!!! From raw mushrooms to carrots to pork loin and even to Frito Chips! Mmmmm!

Continent 2: My Hated Hippie Lab Instructor is now my HERO
This old, grungy, foul-smellin', and Santa Claus lookalike used to be on my list (to put raw egg on his/her car if possible). Every lab period, he takes at least an hour AND A HALF (for you non science majors, that means it's WAY TOO LONG) to slowly and bor-ing-ly explain the procedures, which takes up lots of our precious lab period. [Everyone always longs to get out of class early so they can eat lunch, talk to their significant other, cut their nails, etc.] Whenever he talks, I make faces and plans on how to throw away his suitcase or trip him when he walks by. Yeah, I can be pretty mean. However, this past Monday, he surprised me. Just when my lab instruct. was about to have another long non-therapeutic session, my lab partner pointed out that a lovely brown spider was just taking its time crawling inside my backpack, I then screamed and ran away. My lab instruct asked what all the fuss was about, and I said, "There's a spiiiiiiiiiider in my baaaaa...aaa...pack!" He then meticulously took my pencil case, my sweet bread, my pack of Dr. Singmaster's scantrons to grade, my water bottle, my sunglasses, and my humongous un-organized stack of papers out to look for the devil. The proceess seemed to have taken more than 10 minutes. He was so careful and he touched everything in my backpack without no fear. Then he tipped my backpack upside down and shook it over and over. FINALLY, the spider fell out on its head (I hope!) and slowly walked away. From that moment on, my lab instruc became my hero! He's so daring! I learned that boring old men are fearless! These brave and courageous fellows can be our grandpas, those security cross-walkers in the morning that walk the school children across the streets, and our lab instructors if we're lucky!

Continent 3: Basement Problems
Warning: This part of the blog can be extremely disqusting if you're a visualizer. On Thursday morning at approximately 3:14AM, my tummy grumbled with pains of discomfort. You might ask, poor girl what was wrong? If you really had asked me that, I would say, diarhea! At 3AM? Not at 9PM the night before or 6PM after dinner? No! It had to come when I was happily dreaming about California Rolls from Seven Elevent. At first, my stomach felt like it burning and blowing up because there was a volcano errupting inside my body. Because of that, I squirmed around and around and around in my bed until I decided that it was time for the bathroom for a long, long, very long period of time. After I returned to my bed, I felt unbelieveably exhausted and physically drained. I could hardly move to put more blankets on me even tho I was extremely cold. The same process repeated at 7AM. I ended up missing school on Thursday. Moral of the story: I am cursed. Everyone ate the same food as me and no one had food poisioning/stomach flu/or whatever the heck that was.

Continent 4: Reminder to Self (and maybe to others?)
Never give up on your morals. Always try your best and never settle for the easier and most taken path. If you succeed, succeed with dignity! These are some lines that pop up in our life everyday, but how well do you take them into consideration?