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kristinemaebsnapshots · 1 year

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Luis Chicken Wings Korean Sweet & Spicy + Garlic Parmesan + Honey Garlic

12.04.2020 | 📸 @kristinemaeb

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shefanispeculator · 2 years

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2020

Dec 18 To OK 1645 Kids with gr

Dec 25: Christmas

Dec 26: To LA 0700 Kids with GB

Dec 27: To OK 1000

2018

December 23: GB and boys to church

December 26: GB Family Christmas Meal LA

December 27: Plane full of family to LV : Plane goes to OK with all but Gwen

December 27: G LV

December 28-29 G ill(confirms boys with Blake)

December 30: Plane to LV from OK 16:00 all family: Blake has bus there also

January: 1: To Gatlinburg from LV(family)

January 4: Gatlinburg to OK

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einsamaru · 3 years

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When God Mispronounced Pain de Mie and the Angels Gave Us This PANDEMIC

How long had I been home? Too long!

It’s December again. 2020, what a fleeting time. If I were to choose between living my last semesters of college with my friends or with my family, easily, I’d choose the first.

Don’t you love your family? How dare you, missing them while you’re away but detesting them when you have plenty of time cooping yourself soundly at home!

Well, detest is a strong word. I never detest my family. It’s just that apparently I have grown into a massive social-snob (I made up this term, no protest counts) after living alone for 2.5+ years. I couldn’t take too much socialization anymore, even if it’s my brother or my parents, 24/7 with only a nick of break in the shower. I’ve been so used to either formal social encounters or messy peer plays, both at the right times with restricted periods that I always have control of. Formal settings keep me pumped, and I have the best time of my life laughing with my college pals. Right now, I had lost those gay routines. I must admit that I miss them.

I’m not going to delve into deep academic stuff — I take 24 credits this semester, not sure if I’m going to pass with flying colors. Let’s focus on something else, actually, I’ll break things down into the positive and negative side. How stay at home had affected me. Yes, this is a self-centered post. You have been warned.

The good side

Ever since I moved back home (temporarily), the first thing I notice is I don’t need to worry about money and preparing food three times a day. The biggest transition of being in a faraway land by myself is adjusting from having my daily basic needs provided by my mother to have to manage my whole life to a micro-scale on my own. It isn’t an exaggeration. When I was out there, meals, transportation, and laundry are HUGE things. I cannot neglect them like I cannot neglect my academic affairs. Missing my lunch? Get sick and flunking grades. Not scheduling a bengkel appointment? Good luck on your shaky ride. Postponing the laundry? No clean undies, congratulations (that happened multiple times lol). Consequences, ah, so simple. At home? Just exist, help a bit with the chores, do not disobey the parents, and voila, my life is all covered.

The second best thing is practically everything held virtually. Fyooooh! Online classes are not that bad, frankly speaking. I love the concept of wake-up-and-present-Sir. 7 AM class? Rise up at 6:55 and you’re fine. There’s even no urge to wear pants. How efficient! Have I mentioned virtual competitions? The hype might not be as grand as if it were held conventionally, but MAN IT HELLA SAVES MONEY. Many international events are affordable during this time, and less tiring. Flight ticket, hotel, special attire, name it. All you need is a good internet connection and a well-working gadget. And when you manage to win a virtual competition, they will send the prize to your doorstep — and to your bank account. Tell me what, unboxing a package of achievement is the best. feeling. ever.

The next best thing... Hmm... I got the chance to know my brother as a teenager. Okay, it is the best thing that happens during this pandemic. I left for college when I was 17 and my brother was 14. Long before that, school and its shenanigans had always taken my focus and derailed me from being the nicest sibling for him. Now that I’m almost 21 and home, living under the same roof literally 24/7 with my little brother, we kind of catch things up. He shows me his humor and interests while I wholeheartedly play along. This couldn’t happen if it wasn’t because of COVID, for we’re both aren’t good at online chats. I’m so glad, even more that I was able to attend his sweet 17th birthday after being absent in the last 2 years.

When I said earlier that this is a self-centered post, I really meant it. This is about my rant, okay. Thanks to all the blessings I’ve just recalled, carrying on this post to the bad side feels a little bit horrible. Or is that so?

Next —

The less good side

Do I really need to elaborate?

Let’s start from me, coming home to find my bedroom is occupied. By my brother. And his room is transformed. Into a storage room.

My expression when no one’s looking.

My privacy is robbed. I don’t have any comfortable space to calm myself down, except in the shower. And guess what? Sometimes they knocked on the door during my precious exile time because we only have one functional bathroom in the house. Oh, God.

This has driven me insane to the core. I've been sleeping, studying, and taking my online classes in the living room for months. I've thrown chains of sarcastic comments declaring the living room as my new (bed)room, but yeah, I have to set my patience bar a little higher. Past midnight, when everyone's sleeping and I can finally be free, it is my thought that violates me. Being at the place where I was raised for the entire of my childhood and part of my teenagehood, a surge of flashbacks comes flooding in and haunts me every night. Particularly the last moments before I left — the awful ones. It's a story for another time. But you surely got the idea, I wish I had a mute button behind my ear.

It worked until you come back.

As if the worldwide lockdown is not stressful enough, institutions still demand full-on vigor. By institutions, I mean schools and companies. Yes my stuff is tough, though which I strongly intend to expose here is, my father's.

My father, he is a hardworking man. Before COVID, his regular days were spent out in the open, earning for his little family. My father has that kind of 8 to 11 job. No, it is not AM to AM. It's AM to PM, six days a week. As can be interpreted from the inhumane working hours, an abundance of other commitments the company requires is equally (if not more prominently) disproportionate. High qualifications are set to ensure that every target is met, despite the pandemic. Or to be accurate, screw the pandemic!

So here's my father, been working from home for months. It is a momentum of evolution truly, as he now works seven days a week, with rather drastically growing irregular hours.

Witnessing those tens of virtual meetings a day, hearing his phone ringing day and night, pitying the laptop that is barely ever shut down, and honestly, I still have very little idea of what exactly my father does for a living. His intricate duty might not seem to be obvious, but it is his will that sparks through his fervent presence. A will to give it all, for work, and ultimately, for us.

Albeit I oftentimes loathe this beyond-normal new normal office fashion (because it is distressing to factually see another person being ground to productivity, especially if that person pays for your tuition, and you're not exempt from the prospect of succumbing into the same lifestyle in the future — ugh), I suppose my father has found his own comfortable spot. In the past months, our garden has become significantly more groomed. We have home-grown cassava, chilis, two breeds of mango, caisim, other greenies I don't know the English name of, even corn and catfish. Yes, we live in a perumahan but with a ranch-like sensation.

The pandemic to the Earth today is diminutively like the big bang to the universe 13.7 billion years ago. It is life-changing. But whether it is changing to the good or to the bad, in resonance we all wish the world to get better soon.

In the meantime, stay at home and happy new year.

Cheers!

To clarify, this post was originally written in December 2020 but abandoned in the draft. I decided to revise and fixate several things before sending it out online on June 6th, 2021. Hence, it is dated accordingly.

#covid19 #pandemic #stayathome #2020dec

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abduloki · 3 years

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Camp Cretaceous Mood

Dec 2020