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June Jaunts 2021

July always feels like one big long nap to me. There’s never really anything going on, kids are off school, adults seem to work less, it’s kind of great in that way. Maybe I won’t hate it this year? In any case, here’s what went down in June.

I compiled the best tweets of June over here and here.

I visited and wrote about the new Rockaway Hotel and pool.

I did Nathan’s podcast amidst his hiatus.

I recapped what I did from my spring list and made an upcoming summer to-do list, which I really encourage you to do on your own.

I read and reviewed The Happiness Advantage by Shawn Archor.

I’ve almost finished watching Living Single and seasons one through four are definitely the best ones. Love the episode where Kyle says goodbye to an old jazz venue that gets demolished, such a solid show.

I just saw the latest issue of the LCBO magazine and someone needs to pick me up that dill pickle vodka immediately.

Dying over how good the Strawberry Pound Cake candle smells from Bath & Body Works. Also picked up the Whipped Coffee candle for later this year from their semi-annual sale.

I went on an impromptu day trip to Connecticut.

I met up with Irene in Chinatown so I went early to walk around because man, I love that area.

Above Photo: Chinatown NYC, June 2021

Above Photo: Doyers Street, Chinatown NYC, June 2021

Above Photo: Irene!

Above Photo: Me!

I ate at dell’anima and it was insanely disappointing. It felt like being in a cafeteria at the mall, it’s just a terrible location. I wasn’t expecting much since I knew it was on 11th Avenue, but still. I had no idea it would be so deeply casual (which is upsetting for an NYC restaurant). The food was as average as could be. Also, can we stop with the plastic cups at restaurants? It’s time.

I also stopped by Anfora which is a pleasant little spot, especially before or after dinner.

I went to Daily Provisions and tried their roast beef sandwich and salted caramel brownie and does everywhere just suck this month? And I support Danny Meyer, but he truly is the master of overpricing food. Also - on what planet can a brownie taste bland?? Tell me??

I’m on the lash extension train again (I know, I’m weak) and I just got them done at Lash Princess in the city and they look incredible so I’m definitely going to return.

I rewatched Baywatch: Hawaiian Wedding and yep, still great.

Love the stationary/toy store Modern State on the Upper East Side.

I’ve heard about cotton candy grapes for years and have never been able to get ahold of them, but I just found them and whoa! Everything you want them to be and more. Am I bothered by the fact that they’re 1000% modified and MUST be terrible for humans to eat? A bit.

I finally ate the Wednesday sandwich special at Mama’s Too on the Upper West Side and it was pretty incredible. It was a roast beef au jus with horseradish cream on top of their house-made pizza crust. It was a little heavy on the fatty pieces of meat, but once those were taken out, it was insanity to eat. Take a look.

Above Photo: Roast beef au jus with horseradish cream at Mama’s Too, NYC

We saw A Quiet Place 2 in theatres and yes it’s an okay movie but it was too suspenseful for me after not seeing a movie in theatres for so long. I don’t think I want any more suspense in my life

We also watched The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It at home and meh. Patrick Wilson can still get it, though.

Yet another great song off of Olivia Rodrigo’s album.

I finally got a reservation at Forsythia and it was looooovely, I can’t wait to go again. The restaurant itself is beautiful and such a perfect date place, the chairs are gorgeous and comfortable, the service was flawless and the pastas were phenomenal (the garganelli was a standout for sure). And god knows how much I love a place that serves their bread with olive oil as well as butter, WHY DOESN’T EVERY PLACE DO THIS?

I had to try the panzanella salad at L’Artusi and of course it’s great, but it’s also just so genius to put the cheese ON THE BOTTOM of a salad like this one. (Also, I’ll forever support whatever this team wants to do.)

Above Photo: Heirloom Tomato & Burrata Panzanella with Stonefruit, Sourdough, Basil, Yuza, Nigella at L’Artusi, NYC

Above Photo: Bucatini with Pancetta, Tomato, Chiles, Pecorino at L’Artusi, NYC

I tried the new Milk Bar cookies at Whole Foods and they truly taste like the cake truffles at their stores, so watch out.

The two best gelato flavours at il laboratorio del gelato? 1) Peach 2) Ginger. I’m telling you.

I’ve been looking for the perfect navy raincoat for years and I finally found her at J. Crew on sale for $71.

I tried the gelato at Anita Gelato and even though the wild strawberry with ricotta & mascarpone was really good, there’s no way it’s worth waiting in line for twenty minutes.

Above Photo: Wild strawberry with ricotta & mascarpone with a vanilla scoop, Anita Gelato in NYC

A great piece, with great photos on NYC reopening.

I made hash browns at home and does everyone do this already? It’s ridiculously easy and satisfying and I had no idea.

I’ve been on a real orzo bender lately and this tomato one was great. So was this lemon basil one (I added a ton of fresh parmesan and it was nuts).

This sketch is old, but I just saw it for the first time and man it’s great.

The new Halloween trailer is out and I want to love it but can’t we just let some things die?

This Target candle reminds me of Florida vacations and I want to buy ten.

I stupidly ate at Eataly (don’t do it, especially if you live in New York, you should know better) and of course it was bad. What a smart idea to eat at a place called Le Pizza & La Pasta, I’m a moron. Even smarter, I got the steak tartare and it was as bland as the day is long (and look I know I’m a clown for not even ordering pizza OR pasta when it’s in the name). The basil vodka cocktail was pretty good, though.

One thing that Eataly is good for, though, is selling really good dried pastas. I finally tried the brand Afeltra (the pasta as well as their canned tomatoes) and wowza. Definitely will be buying again. Best dried brand I’ve tried so far. Oh! I also bought this Ponti Balsamic Vinegar that tastes like candy, it’s so good. It’s thicker than other balsamics, so maybe it’s more of a finishing vinegar but I highly recommend.

I made these white chocolate apricot scones (and then later that week some white chocolate strawberry scones) and they were phenomenal. I did use cake flour because that’s all I had and I think that might be the reason they tasted so great. Also, it’s a wildly easy recipe to follow incase you’re intimidated by the word “scone.”

Above Photo: White chocolate apricot scone

I started watching the new season of Dave and it’s so well done I could scream (do you remember how good this part was from last season?). Such a good show. I do sort of hate men more by the end of each episode, so I don’t know what that’s about but I think I’m okay with it.

Bought a new nonstick frying pan (the GreenPan) and it’s incredible. Sometimes the answer is new cookware, no matter the question.

Nathan bought a new filtered shower-head and it’s making me excited for every shower now. Just a powerhouse. Feels like I’m at a hotel in there.

Since it’s summer, I’d love to make these summer recipes:

Grilled Caprese Skewers with Halloumi and Sourdough

Pan-Seared Scallops with Chorizo and Corn

BLT Pasta Salad

Summer Coconut Chickpea Curry

Strawberry Crumble Coffee Cake

Some things that I’m looking forward to: I’m not usually into miniseries but Nine Perfect Strangers looks pretty good so I might watch that, we’re going to TWO weddings this month so that will be wonderful, and I really need to get back in a pool so I’m working on that happening.

If you have any interest in reading what went on in May, come on over here.

#June 2021 #June Jaunts 2021 #this is liz heather #Liz Heather #monthly post #monthly roundup #NYC June 2021 #NYC summer 2021

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ksfd89 · 5 years

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Chance Encounter

The self-indulgent Literati oneshot no one asked for about a chance meeting between Rory and Jess after the Bracebridge Dinner! Merry Christmas!

Rory wakes with a crick in her neck. For a moment she blinks, disorientated and wondering why Lorelai is squashed up beside her, until Rory remembers. I was the Bracebridge dinner tonight and they're staying at the Independence Inn. Emily was sharing with them but she went for a walk before Rory and Lorelai fell asleep and, as her eyes adjust to the dark, Rory can see her bed is still vacated. She guesses her grandmother must have gone back to her original room. Slowly, Rory eases out of the bed. Her mother makes a protesting sound but quickly falls back to sleep as Rory gets up. As quietly as she can Rory uses the bathroom, holding her breath as she washes her hands, but her mother hasn't stirred as Rory slips back into the room. She was going to just get back into the other bed but Rory is suddenly so thirsty she can't stand it. There's a glass on the table she can use but as well as the crick in her neck, Rory is suddenly wide awake and knows she won't sleep. Carefully picking up the other pair of slippers Emily deemed too small, Rory pushes her feet into them, pulls on her robe and quietly walks to the door. A glance behind her shows Lorelai still asleep. As Rory puts her hand on the door to open it she hears Lorelai mumble,

"Stupid stepmother."

"Sherry's not my stepmother. Go back to sleep, Mom."

"Mm," Lorelai agrees. Rory waits for her to roll back over before slowly turning the door handle and letting herself into the hall.

"Fancy meeting you here."

"What are you doing up?" Rory exclaims. Jess smiles, raising his eyebrows and says, "Could ask you the same thing."

"I got thirsty...I wanted a drink."

"Something like that for me too," Jess says. "Nice pjs, by the way."

"Thanks," Rory says, feeling herself blush as she tightens her robe. "Nice shirt."

"Oh, thanks," Jess says, glancing down. He's clad in sweatpants, shoes, an old Metallica shirt and, inexplicably, his jacket is bunched up under his arm. "I think it sets off my eyes, don't you?"

"Oh, sure. What's with the coat?"

"What?" Jess asks innocently as Rory points at it. "Oh, nothing...just in case I wanted a walk."

"Of course."

"So you're thirsty, huh?" Jess says, grinning. "Me too. I don't know about you but I could use a snack."

"After that giant dinner?"

"Excuse me, I've seen you eat. Don't tell me you couldn't eat something. Plus, half the food at that meal was weird. What the hell was that green stuff on the soup?"

Jess has a point. Now that he mentions it Rory does feel a little hungry, and she's been told numerous times she can always help herself to anything in the Inn's kitchen. She hesitates, smiles and nods.

"Okay, deal."

"Lead the way."

Rory heads to the stairs, strangely shy as she starts descending them with Jess behind her. It's the dead of night but Rory can't help wondering what she'll say if a guest comes out of their room and asks what on earth she and Jess are doing. What if Dean comes out? He won't believe this is unplanned.

"What?" Jess asks, catching her expression. Rory has switched on the light and is glancing around the kitchen, biting her lip.

"Nothing," Rory says briskly. "Sit down and place your order."

"Yes ma'am," Jess says with an obliging grin. "What do I have to do for room service?"

"Carry it upstairs."

Jess coughs, and nods as Rory suggests, "Sandwich?"

Rory pours a glass of water for her and Jess and, as she sips, notices he's still looking at her.

"What?"

"What what?"

"Nothing..."

Silently, Rory wonders if he's amused by her nightwear. At least she's not wearing the pyjamas with Mr Peanut on them. Opening the refrigerator Rory gets out bread and an assortment of cheese and meat for the sandwiches and two plates from the cupboard. As she passes it to Jess her thumb brushes his and a stream of warmth rushes through her.

"Thanks," Jess says and Rory nods.

"No problem."

Jess starts assembling his sandwich and Rory busies herself with cutting a tomato. It was just the surprise of contact that is making her feel weird, she tells herself uneasily. It's got nothing to do with Jess. But as Rory looks back up she sees Jess smile at her and the warm weakness goes right to her knees.

"Thank you," Jess says sincerely, indicating at his sandwich. "This is great."

"I just opened the fridge."

"Got me into the kitchen though," Jess argues. "I'll have to pay you back someday."

"How so?"

"I'll figure something out."

Feeling herself blush, Rory takes a large bite of her sandwich. For a while she and Jess eat in contented silence and, as Rory finishes her water, she feels herself relax. This is kind of fun, like before, when Jess jumped into the sleigh. Not that Rory's going to tell him that, when he could have hurt himself. Jess smiles at Rory again and without thinking she says, "I'm sorry you can't go home for the holidays."

The light mood has dropped as Jess mumbles, "No big deal."

"I'm sorry," Rory says, wondering how best to take her foot out of her mouth. "But you know, Stars Hollow can be great at this time of year."

The look Jess gives her shows Rory she's only succeeded in putting her foot further in.

"Gee, I'll bet. Let me guess, you all have a live enactment of a Charlie Brown Christmas and skip afterwards."

"No, but sometimes they show it at the bookstore," Rory says earnestly, making Jess laugh. "And sometimes Kirk does the Snoopy dance!"

"Now that I've got to see."

"We can arrange that!"

"We can, huh?" Jess says, leaning across the counter. "So what else does Stars Hollow offer this time of year?"

"Um, there's the Winter Carnival, and hot cider at Doose's and the snowman building contest though you already saw that," Rory says, starting to feel a little foolish. "Nothing that exciting, right?"

"Hey, I didn't say that. Will you show me Kirk's Snoopy dance?"

"I'll show you in that I'll take you, but I won't demonstrate," Rory says and Jess starts laughing. "Stop!"

"Sorry, it's just an interesting mental image."

"Nothing can compare to Kirk's."

"I'm sure," Jess says, wiping his eyes. "So Rory, what are your big Christmas plans?"

"A lot of nothing."

"Sounds good."

"Plus homework and a ton of work for the Chilton newsletter."

"Jeez, I thought you were on break."

"You don't get that much of one."

"That much is clear. Are you doing anything besides schoolwork?"

"Actually, my dad and his girlfriend invited me to come stay," Rory says, looking at her hands. "I've never visited them before."

"You haven't?"

"Nope - I've never met Sherry, his girlfriend. Mom's kind of wigging."

"Huh," Jess says. Rory looks up but he isn't mocking and his voice is serious as he asks, "Think you'll go?"

"I don't know...maybe. It feels a little weird. My dad didn't even come here until last year. I'd just see him at my grandparents' house or talk on the phone."

"Do you get along with him?"

"Of course," Rory says automatically but then she shrugs. "I guess I don't know him too well."

Jess nods and Rory feels a little weird, saying it out loud. She never talks about Christopher to anyone besides Lorelai and here she is bringing it up with Jess. "So what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you talk to your dad much?"

"I don't have a dad."

"What?" Rory asks dumbly and Jess says, "He took off right after I was born. Said he was buying diapers."

Jess's voice is matter-of-fact but Rory exclaims, "Jess, that's terrible!"

"It happens."

"I know it happens," Rory says, flustered, "but it shouldn't happen."

Jess shrugs. "It's what it is," he says, taking a final bite of his sandwich. "I didn't know the guy so I don't miss him."

Rory bites her lip and Jess laughs, getting off the stool. "Jeez, it's okay. Don't feel bad about asking."

Rory nods, taking her plate to the sink. She's curious to know more; what Jess's mom is like, if he's going to miss her over Christmas, if he minds not being asked to come home. He must mind - how could he not? But Rory knows she can't ask. Instead, she busies herself with washing the plate and then Jess is by her side and scrubbing his. His hands jostle against hers in the soapy water, sending that warmth through Rory again and quickly she steps aside and dries her hand. Once she's done she tosses the towel to Jess and, as he wipes his hands dry, he asks, "You hang out here often?"

"Kind of - I used to come here a lot after school, when I went to Stars Hollow High. And I lived here as a kid."

"You did?"

"Yeah, in the potting shed. It was like our own apartment, mine and Mom's. I loved it here."

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes," Rory admits. "I like having my own room though."

Jess smiles and Rory's eyes land on his coat on the chair.

"So where were you going?" she asks shrewdly. "You were heading out somewhere - you've got your shoes on too."

"Slippers looked a little flimsy."

"And what, you were planning on a hike? It's below thirty degrees outside!"

"I just...needed some air," Jess says vaguely and Rory rolls her eyes.

"You were going to smoke, right?"

Jess nods but he still looks a little sheepish. He picks up the coat and says, "Hey, you want to come out for a minute?"

"I'm not much of a smoker."

"No - I just meant, it looks pretty out there."

It sounds odd to hear Jess say pretty but Rory doesn't challenge him on it. She grabs one of the spare jackets hanging on the wall and says, "Maybe just for a minute."

Jess grins as Rory buttons the jacket and follows him outside. It's so cold that Rory's breath is instantly taken away but it's also stunningly beautiful. The world is shimmering in sparkling white and Rory's breath comes out in a frost as she says, "Wow."

"Not bad."

"Are you kidding? It's beautiful."

Rory steps out onto the snow, not caring that her slippers soak through, and stares up at the midnight sky. The stars are impossibly bright.

"It's pretty nice," Jess admits and, when Rory turns back to look him, he's smiling. "I'm glad we came out here."

"Yeah," Rory says shyly. "Me too."

For a moment they smile unsurely at each other. The banter from earlier in the sleigh has been replaced with something else, something Rory isn't sure what to do with, but before she can wonder what to say Jess asks, "Will you show me where you lived?"

"The potting shed? How come?"

"I just want to see it."

"You know, Rune lives there now - Jackson's cousin."

"I'd still like to see it," Jess says. "If that's okay."

"Sure," Rory says, a little puzzled. "It's down by the lake."

They pad silently through the snow and around the gleaming water to the small building where Rory stops, nodding at it.

"Here. I know it doesn't look like much but Mom put up rosebud wallpaper and curtains and on warm nights we'd feed the ducks and watch the fireworks and she'd say they were for me..." Rory's voice trails off and she says, "It was just really nice."

"I'm sure it was," Jess says, with no trace of sarcasm. Rory looks at him and Jess gives her a small smile.

"Looks way better than any of the apartments Liz and I shared."

"Grandma thought it was awful. She's never lived anywhere like this. I never felt like I missed out, living here...I was happy. I think Mom was too."

As Rory says it she realises she isn't sure. She stares at the shed for a moment and Jess asks, "Rory?"

"I'm fine," Rory says, shivering. "Just cold."

They head back up to the inn and Jess looks over at the snowmen.

"I still think your snowman - sorry, snowwoman - should win."

"Agreed, but that one on the end will win."

"But it's so overdone!"

"I know, but the judges won't see it that way," Rory sighs. "It was fun to build at least."

Jess nods, still looking and stops just outside the doorway to the inn.

"You're not coming inside?" Rory asks, surprised. "Jess, it's freezing!"

"I'll be there in a minute, unless you want to stay out a little longer."

"Oh, you want to smoke," Rory guesses and Jess nods. "I'm way too cold to stay out any longer! I guess I'll see you in the morning then.

"Goodnight, Rory. Thanks for showing me the shed. And thanks for the snack too."

"It was fun," Rory says, smiling. "Goodnight, Jess."

Rory tiptoes back up the stairs and into the bedroom. Despite the cold from outside she feels warmed through as she creeps back into her bed and is still smiling as she closes her eyes. The next thing she knows Lorelai is waking her up and asking where the jacket Rory left on the chair came from.

As the guests start to leave and Rory has just about convinced Lorelai of her need for fresh air (at midnight?) Jess catches her eye. He and Rory smile, Rory glancing down and back up to see him still looking. She's smiling shyly back until she notices Dean see them and quickly ducks her gaze, hoping he doesn't figure anything out. It's strange, Rory feels like she's been with Dean forever now, yet can't imagine sneaking out with him anywhere. Of course there was the time they stayed out all night after the dance but that was an accident. Rory can't picture Dean wanting to explore the inn in the middle of the night, let alone go outside. He'd just protest that it's freezing and, before last night, Rory didn't think she'd ever want to either. Yet she's still smiling when she's thinking of being out with Jess like that, while the rest of Stars Hollow slept. It's their adventure and theirs alone. Rory knows she'll never tell Lorelai. She jumps as her mother says in a tired voice, "Ugh, let's go home."

As they take the sleigh back (the only way to travel, Rory's decided) she stares at the fancy snowman, or rather, the remains of it. Someone has completed kicked it to pieces and a slow smile starts across Rory's face. She guesses Jess didn't stop to smoke after all. She turns around to look at it properly and is still laughing as they pull away from it.

"Seeing the competition destroyed has put you in that good a mood?" Lorelai teases. "You're all set for The Godfather."

"It's not that, it's just -"

"What?"

"Nothing," Rory says, smiling at her mother. "It's just a happy time of year!"

#Gilmore Girls #rory gilmore #jess mariano #literati #mine

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IkeRev “Never Let You Go” Event Review [SPOILERS]

This is English IkeRev’s first ever Story Event, and boy has it been interesting! The Story Event system is really different from IkeSen/MidCin’s. Basically, your friends’ activity levels don’t impact your ability to finish the event! Which is fantastic if you’re like me and half your friends list inevitably stops improving their score by day 3. On the other hand, it’s impossible to finish the event without using extra items - I believe the maximum is something like 6 or 7 out of 8 (I got 6, no probs), unless you’re an android who doesn’t sleep? Personally, I prefer getting 75% of routes without having to stress out over my friends’ event scores vs the IkeSen model, but to each their own ^_^

As for the event itself? To be honest, I’m not a big fan of the Character A vs Character B-style events. I totally get the appeal (two hot guys flirting with you at the same time!) - but if you read the event stories from beginning to end, the pacing is kind of off. The justification behind two guys (who are sometimes good friends!) flirting with MC in front of each other is sometimes weak. And MC always gets all flustered, until the last episode, where it’s revealed that she’s been dating one of them this whole time?! Talk about awkward. Anyway. Here’s my personal ranking of each individual story pair:

#4: Ray vs Luka

There’s a harvest festival in town, and MC wants to participate in the couples’ dance contest. Problem is, she needs a partner. Ray is happy to help, despite being a total dancing noob, and so is Luka, despite not having danced for years. So that’s cute and all, but...color me old fashioned but isn’t the polite thing to do in these situations to *always* pick your irl partner? So MC’s waffling was generally off-putting, esp. in Ray’s route. Also, given how much both Ray and MC supposedly suck at dancing, they definitely shouldn’t have won...

# 3: Edgar vs Loki

Loki the merchant invites MC to a merchant’s party, where Edgar happens to be attending, on secret Red Army business. Despite their clear dislike of each other, they work together to get MC to safety when she’s randomly picked to choose someone to gift some fancy earrings to. In the premium end she picks Ed, and he gives a public declaration of love before whisking her away in a carriage for kisses and more. Which is frankly a little shocking, since I was under the impression that Ed’s supposed to be Mitsuhide 2.0?! Anyways, Loki and Edgar aren’t exactly friends, so I found the entire premise of this event a little less strange, but still, the lack of any sort of relationship being hinted at until the end, given there was a dance party on the line, was odd.

#3: Lancelot vs Jonah

The Red Army is reviving an old tradition of hosting a play duel between its King and Queen, and somehow, MC’s been conned into giving a kiss to the winner! Both men are determined to win...even though MC’s only dating one of them. So that was kind of weird (also Lance, I don’t buy your argument that you were simply “egging Jonah on”...). Anyways, I’m currently total Red Army trash so I did enjoy this route better than the previous two, but it shares a lot of the same problems that those routes exhibit. But who’d say no to being the meat in a Lance/Jonah man sandwich, let’s be real.

#1: Sirius vs Fenrir

Sirius and Fenrir both want MC to help them out with their crazy workloads for a week, and Ray has MC pick one, after doing a trial day with each person. Sirius basically has tons of paperwork and some domestic minutiae to take care of, and Fenrir’s investigating poachers (at the beach!). Given how legitimately busy both these boys are, the premise felt way less forced than the other ones, which was nice. Also, Sirius’ route... hot damn! With all that wall pinning and door pinning, he sure builds a good case for an old older man... ;)

Overall, I thought that this event was... charming. The plots weren’t exactly nuanced or shocking, and I definitely didn’t feel sad about missing out some of the endings. But given how thirsty all IkeRev fans (including myself) are for more character content, I’m also just happy that there *was* an event! Haha.

Personal enjoyment: 5 or 6/10

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #never let you go #ray blackwell #luka clemence #ikerev edgar #ikerev loki #lancelot kingsley #jonah clemence #sirius oswald #ikerev fenrir #you can totally tell which characters i like based on whether i remembered their last names lol #event #review #ikerev jonah #ikerev lancelot #ikerev ray #ikerev luka #ikerev sirius

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didsomeonesaycarbs · 6 years

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Day 90, 27lbs lost, 400 followers

Whew what a journey am I right?!

Ugly

When I started in Food Addicts in Recovery Anonymous I was 188lbs and had just pushed myself to burn 20,000 calories according to my Fitbit in 1 week. I had been dealing with a plateau for nearly a year and a half while maintaining a ton of physical activity. Think 5-7 days a week for 40 minutes -1.5hrs 3 weeks a month.

My usual food looked like oatmeal for breakfast (I would later find out the portions were way too much), PB&J for a mid morning snack, grilled cheese sandwich for lunch or an actual meal like rice tune and avocado, or spaghetti and meat sauce, and then a banana and another PB&J or grilled cheese for pre or post workout snack, finally coming home to dinner which was a frozen dinner or something not so complex and that’s also when I’d really figure out vegetables as a side.

Carbs everywhere that I swore I needed to fuel my workouts and have a balanced diet. After that 20k week I lost zero lbs. Not one single pound moved. I had done all cardio so it wasn’t muscle weight throwing it off. My rage was indescribable.

Bad

My twin sister had lost 50lbs (starting weight was 173) working the program (F.A.A.) and she did it just considering her food. No real exercise at all, often feeling full and having the support of the group and her sponsor during weak times.

I attended the next meeting after that awful week and came home with a sponsor and a meal plan. The requirements of program were a tall order, 3 meetings a week, 3 calls to fellows a day, reading FA literature (including pages from the Alcoholics Anonymous bible of sorts) and a 15 minute daily call at 6:15 am (this time is different for everyone) to commit your food and speak on the successes, gratitudes, goals and gliches you’ve experienced.

The first 2 days were hard, but not the hardest. I believe the hardest were days I over exercised and days I obsessed over what I could not do, or have, versus what I could.

Good

In program I have

lost 27lbs in 3 months

gone 90 days without sugar or flour and have journaled, weighed, and measured my meals.

learned what my body needs, and doesn’t need to get to get to a healthy weight.

learned to enjoy foods that I detested before (apples, eggs).

accepted that boundaries, even around things we are told are good (loads of exercise, too much work), are essential.

gained tools to use when I’m tempted to emotional eat (many that have been heard before but program reinforces them with the social requirements) such as call someone, write out what you’re going through, read inspiring stories, pray, and consider/track what you are grateful for.

learned that what gets measured gets managed. Measuring my food is easier than trying to keep track of calories, but only when it is simple. If I mix up say a casserole then it gets complicated. Even soup can throw you off of this guaranteed path they prescribe.

As promised I lost the weight, and will 100% continue losing if I keep eating in this way. That is quite a dope concept.

However, I don’t know that I want to continue the rigidity of the program. Overeaters Anonymous is a more flexible option and may be a better fit for some meetings. I want to continue limiting my carbs in this way (note: we don’t count them specifically but we reduce the type of foods that have high carb counts like rice and potatoes and limit them to certain times of the day for our weight goals) as I do fear my weight loss will slow down drastically from the current rate of 7-6.5lbs a month, to something like 4lbs a month.

I’d honestly rather have an off track meal 1-2x a week, than have rice or potatoes every day.

I want to thank you all for coming along for this 90 day gab fest of mine lol I hope you all feel like you’ve gained some level of gratitude for your own lives and insight into the food choices you’re making for your health goals. If you want to know any details about this experience or my prior weight loss don’t hesitate to ask, no question is too silly or offensive to be honest. Don’t be shy!

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he was hiding in the back alley of his favorite restaurant. he was holding the knife drenched in blood, both of his hands are on the shaft making it more grotesque. he's restless, shaking and nervous, he's both scared and confused. he left his friend inside the restaurant, he totally forgot that he's with someone, because frankly, he doesn't know what to do anymore.

he's still standing from the far left of the big red door, his back facing the wall. on his right is an industrial garbage bin. he's thinking of ditchng the knife in it, but he's too conscious. he thought that that would be such a dumb move. then his eyes shuttered, he's still breathing heavily.

his hands losing grip, he felt that his whole system is deteriorating, his mind's crumbling.

someone tapped his shoulder, waking him up, it was very sudden, all his senses are heightened, he thought to himself, 'im dead meat', he doesn't care anymore. the moment he turned to his left, his eyes are met with a pair of hazel marbles looking from the deep ends of his soul.

the boy in front of him is neither aloof or frightened by all the blood. the boy's just looking beyond all his demons and doubts. it was a transition. they've been standing there for a good minute, and no one's saying a word.

he hardly noticed the boy's light skin complexion and the soft kisses of the freckles from both of the boy's cheeks. the boy is the same height as him, medium built, jet black hair, wearing a black pants and a plain white shirt. the boy's face is a perfected masterpiece, he was captured for a second, dazed by the unearthly beauty.

the boy double tapped his shoulder again, bursting his bubble, opening his eyes to the murky alley that they're in right now.

"come on,'' the only word that transcended between them, keeping him warm and safe, setting the emptiness, of every sense, enveloping his fragile self. the boy's tone is suggestive. he immediately dropped the knife, smothered the excess blood against his dark blue jeans. he forced a smile. he prompted a big sigh and sandwich his face with a loud slap from both of his hands. he continued smiling, though it is visible that some nerves on his face are still hurting, in addition his cheeks are blushing hard.

he held the boy's hands like he knew him for the longest time. his hands are shaking but the hands of his new found companion is reassuring enough to calm him within a snap.

he woke up, on an unfamiliar large brown couch, from his deep slumber. the whole room is a mystery for him. the flat is mildly lit. the walls are blank off-whites. adjacent to the couch is a turned off 32 inch flat-screen television. right of the television stand is a japanese calligraphy, wherein for him is an unknown beauty even though undesirable, that inside a black-gold accented expensive frame, and infront of it is a circa '70's vintage copper telephone. it is standing atop an ivory colored wooden mini-table. a breeze is blowing lightly on the draped white sheet of curtain behind him. on the far left side of the room is a division and what seems to be a room, the crease of the room's door and the floor is casting a light. a light that signifies life condraticting to his dead face, full of questions and irritatingly nonsensical insights.

he got up and walked toward the room. he grabbed the knob, it was cold, and before he knew it, he's already in front of the boy. the door is wide open. he's stunned. for a quick second, he thought that this entity in front of him is not human, that this must be an angel suggesting that there is peace at the end of every tragedy. the boy in front of him held both of his shoulders, exerting force, pushing him not too hard, making him move backwards, back to the couch, he wasn't able to object or to raise any reaction.

the next thing he knew is that he's already sitting with his hands clasped together. he's bowing down for some reason that even he, himself, cant seem to find logical or worthy of announcing on the open.

what he don't know is that the man beside him is already staring at him intently.

"what's your name?", he then looked up to check the source of the voice. all of the blood on his body rose to blush his cheeks. he don't understand why's he feeling this way. just by this boy's pure and innocent gaze, he was already falling into a deep rabbit hole, and he likes it.

"my name's leo, you?", he added.

"kian," after replying, a long pause pressed the air, and word after the other fought its way through, "my name is kian," his voice is shaking, he's anxious.

leo let out a chuckle. kian looked at him puzzled. he's thinking that maybe he's laughing because of the awkwardness his voice has exhibited. he was now shy, he cant seem to use words to defend himself from drowning into this pit of embarassment full of hand grenades that can be triggered by any word possible to man.

"why were you laughing?," his nervous tone never left him.

"nothing," leo replied, "why? did it bother you? don't worry i just find you really interesting , and hilarious!' he answered after pausing. his voice is very masculine, its as if like god had adjusted all the vocal chords he has and made it to fit his physique.

"no, i was just wondering," kian answered.

"so can you tell me now what happened?," leo asked.

all of it consumed kian, all the unfamiliar feelings has started creeping up. he was very scared, you can see it in his face, he seemed empty. the aura of the room shifted and made a dark turn. he started caressing his own arms. he's already crying softly, his sobs are suppressed, kian don't want anyone to see him weak or powerless, he's already stood his ground and became a man on his own.

"it's ok, everything's ok," kian reminding himself that no matter what everything will turn out fine. it's a sad scene. he's hugging himself tight, curving into a ball, shutting down slowly by slowly.

leo reached for him, like a light venturing into the depths of pain, the hug is a warm affectionate cleansing touch. all the noise in kian's mind have been voided, they were proved invalid at the moment. pain is peeling from the wounded flesh of a weak child. a heart of the soldier is being salvaged amidst a war. leo mended everything that's wrong. kian is safe, kian's on the nest of serene. leo's arms guarded him from all the worldly things they're dipping into;

ANOTHER PROSE.

I'm broken hearted.

everyday we are given a chance to change, change for the better, we always had the hand to throw, landmines to walk on, and choose what we really wanted for ourselves.

ANOTHER PROSE.

in the same parallel universe,

the last switch is all that's left, the doctor is still clueless whether to press it or not, the bright red tint of the you-know-it-will-destroy-earth button is the most tempting fuckery ever created and made available to human.

it is an excerpt of a game show that will decide the fate of the world, the humanity, and yourself.

presenting, the game show master, an anti-christ ex-convict that was nominated because of the perfect apathy to inject to the world. he has a commercial face, clean and crisp, perfect for television. his charm is incomparable. definitely the definition of sophistication; a godly incarnation of class and elegance.

he has the perfect voice to entertain millions and billions of people. he's a very likable person omitting all the vile things he did. his persona is on a different level than any mortal that has walked on the planet.

he starts every episode with a close-up. a full walkthrough of his gorgeous face. the light will flicker. red to blue to yellow to white to red to violet to yellow to red to white. the exchanges of the colors is prenotioned to hypnosis ergo to condition the cognitive.

the whole set of "the game show" is themed intergalactic, it is overly futuristic, few of the prop design are high-technology devices that can only be imagined by tens and thousands of lightyears away. but it is evident that they still attempted to capture the mediocrity of the simplest things like the buzzers, the lights, the clappers, the audience seats and the camera, it feels like a crazy-fusion of a 1980's tv show and a tv show set on a fucked up future. the set is worth a fortune, the luxury and the euphoria, and whenever they send invites it is like willy wonka spreading the golden tickets again to lure children and children-at-heart to devour life's essence. everything about it is enchanting.

the whole premise of the programme is surrounding the trials and tribulations of all the strands of beings on earth. just thought of it as the most inhumane thing you could possibly see or hear.

usually each episode is presented by the game master and a guest female assistant that will stand by as a symbol of sex and weakness. this will attract the male viewers, to make them feel powerful and more dominant. it never happened that the female guest would appear twice, it was speculated that after an episode the female guest will be brought to the game master's house, allegedly they were drugged into this, and that they were raped and tortured to death. the whole fiasco is ignored by the masses, the black market created a movement to cover up the whole thing.

today, tons of casting and auditions for the role of female asisstant for the game show has been commenced. all the top female actresses, models, pageant royalties and all the kinds and types of women in every nation of the world competes on an extensive screening for the spot. all of these girls aspiring to be slandered, this is the american dream.

going back to the one in a million chance of destroying earth, the doctor is now torn if he really wanted to save his whole family, he's thinking that all this is for his son that meant everything to him, and for his wife that gave meaning to his life.

on the other hand, he's thinking of the bribe that the game master has set him up with. the bribe is made of a lengthy letter from his mistress, an album of all their intercourse, a video, and his mistress herself strapped in an electric chair. not really a bribe, but a threat, the game master promised that he will let everything out, every nook and cranny of his dirt.

the facade of the doctor is quite amusing he's smiling while he's looking at his family sitting on the audience bawling their eyes out, hoping that the doctor would turn out to be sane and fully aware of the right and wrong, the morale, the rightful, the ethical. while, they are clueless of the failing mental health of their father- figure. his hair is turning white, riddled with stress, he's slowly dying while masking his breathing to a relax and calm tempo. he's bid farewell to himself.

life is unfair.

the doctor couldn't decide, he don't want to toss the dice. he don't want to come clean, what he decided is to end everything then and there. 'he will not be a man', that's what he has decided. he mentally prepared wrapping his balls into a thin foil full of gun powder ready to be set on fire in front of everyone, on international television. but don't worry, of course he wouldn't do the latter because it's much easier for him to slit his wrist with a shard of glass from the table that he shattered with his fist, while tapes are rolling, bleeding his life force, in front of his family, while his son is watching the whole thing bare, realizing that his hero is taking suicide as ananswer. nevertheless, their lives are assured to go down form here on, they will be shamed and ridiculed by everyone, they will hate each other and they will die hating on themselves. the world wins.

in the same alternate universe,

1st scene

the first shot includes gem with a pink back drop. gem is wearing a white shirt with scribbled letters, embossed. the soft pastel vibe of everything in this scene is so innocent and clean. her shoulder-length hair is braided, placed on just above her right collar bone. she's holding a bottle of water, with the word 'safe', printed on it. she has put down her for-colorblind glasses, put it on the stool just beside her, she wasn't sitting, she's just resting her right hand on it to support her weight.

the second frame is a sharp cut of gem's eyes and up. the rest of the screen is just a blank pink canvass that screams softness.

she looks annoyed, tired even. she's anxious that this might take a while. her mother's away for just two days, and she's thinking that this is her punishment for not going with her on the camp.

gem is staying in the room for approximately an hour now. the ventilation is not bad, but it's not good either.

gem is strictly instructed to stay in the room, not do anything, and she can't go out until further notice. she don't know why is she obeying these lunacy. she just thought that when she was forced to sleep through ammonia, that this is her farewell to her mother and all her pending chores, as well as the boring life of high school. she accepted everyhting then and there.

she didn't try to escape or object to any of it, she's out of energy, and she don't want her glasses to get caught up with the commotion and be the cause of its sweet destruction.

gem thinks that she's on an abandoned building and she thinks that the room that she's staying in is the only one who has a full renovation. she can smell the faint odor from the newly painted walls, and she reckon that it's still wet, since the dripping form the floor is gradually filled with a pink puddle of paint.

you can see gem trying to fight the ticking of the clock, she's trying to beat the unbeatable, she's trying to sabotage time.

gem heard the heavy footsteps of the men walking toward the room. or is it the same hooligans who've abducted her? she immediately acted as if she has fainted, she fell on the floor without hesitation, her body felt the impact. she's a great actor. her insides are screaming hallelujah-fuck-you. she then sensed the presence of the people who barged in, unannounced. they lifted her up, they clutched her limbs. gem is scared, these people are slimy, their arms are gooey and it smellt like rotten fish and tomatoes. her eyes are shut, she don't want to open them, she's already guessing that whatever it is that she will see, will forever scar her and give her nightmares.

gem, is different from everyone, NO SHE'S NOT. end scene.

2nd scene

inso is a native japanese from hokaido, venturing into the concrete jungles of brooklyn, new york. he's the strangest thing to ever walk in the asphalts of the pioneering city. he's always wearing that combat boots that is honest to god, bigger than him. he always carry his bright yellow duffle bag with all his belonging in it, his round cobalt blue tinted shades and his oversized grey trench coat completes the hobo man inside of him.

inso did not know the english language, he never knew how to read or write in english. his mother's tongue is pure in all his means. he never communicated to anyone until his ninth day in the city, he never really talked per se. it was only with a hotdog stand vendor that he first initiated a non-verbal conversation; at first the man was clueless what was it with all the flailing and waving of inso's hands. he thought that this flamboyant beggar has a loose screw, and is just trying to piss him off, until inso pulled out a dollar and started handing it over to the man preparing all the hotdogs. he then pointed to the regular hotdog-in-a-bun, the hunger is evident in all his next gestures. he's holding his dear life to the railing on the hotdog stand, the scene is comical and hilariously exhausting, and that's the story of his first hotdog, and how he did not die of starvation.

inso has been working in a bowling alley where he was recommended by the same hotdog vendor that he met. he's studious and an outstanding overseer of the whole place, inso manages the bowling alley; he attends to customers' on their hours of stay. he's in charge of the maintenance, the rolling pins, the bowling balls, the neon retro signs, the snack bar (even though he's just sally's assistant), the welcome rugs, the tiled columns, the light bulbs, the bathroom, the toilets, the glass doors, the tables, the gums sticking beneath the tables, the drinking fountain, the bowling gloves, the back of the bowling alley, and the red back door.

he's been living in the bowling alley for almost two months until he's decided to move out to get an apartment. within the span of two months he learned how to speak in english, but not fluently, and definitely not with his accent gone. he started taking a bath on a daily basis. he started eating normal food, like a normal human being, and fully left the hotdog diet. he can now save for his future, to plan for his own house, to start his new life, his days are better.

everything's turning out fine, or so he hoped.

on the way to work inso was stopped by a road block, in front of him, a whole street on a riot, garbage and blood and a dead body lying comfortable in the heated up cement, even the path walk is closed, the crowd is wild on murmuring and added gibberish on the scene of the crime.

police investigators and press are there, covering for the whole event. police tapes are tied from one light post to another and from the metal gate of the blue apartment to a tree from across the street.

inso is forced to walk on the alley located beside the city boutique. even though it is early in the morning, the darkness from the alley way is menacing, scaring him not to take that trail. but he remembered that it's almost 10 in the morning and he has to get in the bowling center as soon as possible.

inso is hugging his duffle bag, removed his glasses, and scurried over the alley, but not an inch away from the main road, he was struck by a hard thing on the head. he remembered that the last thing he saw was a metal baseball bat pointing to the ground. it was pointed towards the ground, stained by blood, he thought that it came from his head. the blow from the back of his head fully paralyzed him and shocked his nerves, he was lying on the ground helpless, no one can hear him, no one will hear him.

inso heard a truck door being opened, he deducted the latter because of the metal rustling noise it made, the heavy footsteps of the men walking toward the alley, alarmed, he tried to get up immediately his glasses are shattered . he's basically on a vegetative state now. he can see his duffle bag being searched and emptied by two men, wearing a flat- ironed suit and high-end slacks. they lifted the whole bag and threw it after. their faces are covered with traditional japanese masks, big eyes and sculpted fangs. his eyes are closing on him, and the last thing he saw he passed out is his home.

on-break

as i grew older, i also realize that i am slowly losing all my white shirts.

i have 10 white shirts when i was on 1st grade, i always wore a white sando beneath my plain white shirt beneath a crisp-and-clean white polo tucked into my above-knee khaki shorts. i go to school with that and a pair of shiny black shoes, carrying my red power rangers bag. i also wore white whenever i'm home, i just loved that color when i was young, it feels clean, it looks clean, it is like a canvass ready for all the scribbles i can make.

when i was on 3rd grade i only used nine, my tenth white shirt became too tight, or maybe im becoming too big, well the point is that it never fitted me anymore. i am really eager to learn about the kid-spirit of our elementary school, that's why i would go ahead and abandon my polo to explore the psyche of my peers, and also to explore the garden behind the sixth graders, and find some worms, and ants, and plants that retreats by the slightest of human touch. i became a lot bigger, it feels like all the knowledge i gather helped me grow faster.

the following year my mom replaced all my white shirts, she noticed how fast i grow physically, and replaced it with eight new ones, same color, same fabric, same price range. this time she bought eight pieces of large to extra large white shirts, just to make sure we have that allowance. the eight new shirts felt comfortable and familiar.

i've had one of my new shirts pulled out of my closet, i wanted to dye it with different colors, like that one shirt with blots of red, blue, green, and yellow and orange, all over it. I have seen it in an art show on the television,"Art Angel". this part of my childhood is where i've started experimenting. i'm trying to understand myself, i'm trying to look at trends, that can never better me, my friends are becoming greedy and they've stopped talking to me. i'm left with seven shirts, and a flamboyant one, late grade school.

one of my shirt's got wrecked when i got in a fight outside school, there was this stupid boy on my class who kept bothering me, and kept provoking me to start this petty fight with him, afterschool, just because he thought that i find him irritating, which is accurate, and that he thought that this problem can be solved by a traditional-outdated fist fight. i never acknowledged this barbarian, even though by that time i let him have it. when i got out of class, i removed my white polo, because i need to get this home white and clean.

i waited for him at a nearby lot, for this to get over with, as soon as possible. he showed up and he had some friends come over to speculate. as soon as he got there you can definbitely see his face is all red and you can easily decipher that he was properly fueled with hatred before going on here, he ran towards me and grabbed me by my shirt, my shirt, mind you this is one of my favorite shirts, i immediately pinned him down, i exerted all my force with my fist struck a blow on his vertbrae as explosive as i could.

i heard him groaned, and all the spectators jumped on me, they were punching me while on ground, kicking me with their spiked shoes. after three minutes they left me, my shirt is ripped. i fucking hate this soccer gang.

white shirts remaining: six

a couple of years later, i replaced two of my white shirts with two black staple tees. black is now my new favorite color. it just represents my brand that time. an emotional teen, bad personality, bad attitude, mediocre fashion.

at the time, i feel troubled, even though i certainly know i am not. i seek attention so hard i can barely read which character i wanted to play, what i am, and what i wanted to be. black just represented the void that i am feeling on that critical days of my adolescence. i still wear my white shirts, just not that often.

peak of my adolescence, one white shirt became the bearer of the intensity of my raging hormones. end of phase.

the last three white shirts that i have is burried beneath all the garbage that i have in my closet. i realize that i cannot wear them anymore, or rather i dont want to wear them anymore. my white shirts reminded me of the innocence that i have back then. but in all fairness, everything that i have right now is something i owe to those white shirts that help me and watched me grew up. i realize that as one age nothing can be permanent but most importantly I've learn that time will change you and will eat you up alive, so as soon as now grab that white shirt and wear it with pride.

3rd scene

gopshi is an indian national that grew up in america. as soon as you see him, you'll assume that he's fluent in speaking his national language. his skin is fair and deep. his eyes are a mix between almond brown and happy, a pair of expensive marbles. gopshi's hair's a shiny jet black, it's length is proper for a boy going to a prep school on whales. his teeth are porcelain white, he's not short, but not really tall.

gopshi was adopted by a couple that intends to save everyone by every means that can result to death, both philantrophist, seeming to tour the world for world peace.

gopshi, has three brothers and four sisters, each of his sibling came from a different race.

there is, sana, a japanese girl that was adopted when she was six. her parents are both unknown by the time of her adoption, even though she was legally adopted and brought out of japan. her foster parents have to fight the yakuza's just to take full custody of her. sana is a smart kid, finished reading and disserting all books varying from ancient literature, scientifical theories and related researches, computer programming, art, philosophy, international languages and so on.

next is, lance he's a british lad that was abandoned when he was six moths old, lance has the charm of kings and emperors, lance is the very best public speaker there is. no one knows where did he get this gift of eloquence, but on thing's for sure, lance can convince, persuade, question and overpower anyone, by only using his words. lance has also a strong morale compass and is very passionate in valuing one's perspective of a certain matter. he's very composed and reliable and he's the most likely to rule the world one day

then there is, arnauv, out of all the adopted children arnauv is the most distant to everyone. he's very secretive and always incognito. arnauv loves planes. he's really interested on aeronautics, and you will know it, you can always see him at somewhere high, he's either seen sitting on the ledge of the mansion's roof or at the top of their humungous tree. arnauv has always been like this. he's s walking question and it was paired with his appearance, he has a platinum blonde hair, crew cut, his eyes are blue, his skin is pale and lips are salmon pink. he's the most good looking out of the bunch, but his timid personality makes it seem like he's untouchable he only has one friend and it is his brother key.

key is african. he's everyone's friend, having experience the brush of poverty at an early age. he was adopted when he was ten, rescued from child trafficking bust and brought to the house. key is the kindest, he's polite and respectful. key stands with people on their shines and storms. key has a very high EQ. he's fond of animals and plants, he cares for the living things and their betterment. key's charm relies on his honest gesture and kind words. the only flaw key has is his naivete, he can be easily manipulated because of the trust he give to everyone. but his strength lies within the goodness of his heart that everyone seems to fall for. everyone seems to love him, regardless.

next in line is phirayatta, or as they call her phir. phir is from thailand, she's a miracle child of the king, but wasn't really acknowledged because of the controverisies of her biological mother. the king didn't really wanted phir, that's why when she was little her father wanted her to be assassinated, the king has hired, murderers, assassins, executioners and hitmans all over the world to end her. but, the catch is she won't die. phir was cared by the world. no one can harm her. ever since she was a little girl multiple attempts of murders have failed in causing her death, which lead the king to abandoning her. it is when she was adopted. phir has the gift of luck.

sinai is the youngest among all them, she was brought in the house by their foster parent sinai has a unique rich skin color, neither pale nor, deep, her complexion is changing, but most of the time it's blue. every feature of sinai seems normal, except her skin. with no words sinai was introduced to the family, their parents never really talked about sinai's ancestry or race. sinai was just always the happy pill, she's impulsive, and jitterey, she's naive because of age, but she's tactical and reliable. sinai's information is unavailable as of the moment.

then we have sky, sky is the last israeli on the planet. the whole country of isarael has been annihilated. it has become the enemy of the world. there is a long war that happened involving the said country and the new world. the government has decided to put an end to israel's existence by dropping nuclear missiles to its territory, all of israel has turned to ashes and dust. after three years, the philantrophists visited the ruins of israel and to their surprise there roams a child barefoot, hiding and binging on the shadows of the ruins. her eyes are as green as an emeralds. sky's real name is unknown. sky was raised to be like a normal child, a dream israel, her old country, would dream to have.

5th scene

dear you,

let this be known.

"i would carve my heart just so that it will still fit your hands."

hi, i am just a nobody but i really hope you're reading this, i truly wish that you're taking time to insert this to your crunched up schedule, not minding the hassle that this might cause, and not really minding to whom this came from.

well, this is just another letter, one of the thousands i have already sent you. this is very likely with the same weight as the other writings you've already received. this has the same feels, with the same undying message. but what seperate this from all letters you've already got is that i know that this is such a stretch, because, lucky you, this will be the last one.

hi again, i just wanted to say that i love you. and for god's sake i am devoting my life to every sense of that phrase. sacrificing all the truth there is just to show you how sincere i am.

i really do love you. i love you so much that i am actually losing my sanity, i love you so much that i can promise that your name will be my last words, i love you so much even if you would hate me, i will still love you unconditionally. i love you so much that i'd ignore my joy, for your own pleasure. i will love you even if i know that its the cause of my depression.

i would carve my heart just so that it can bleed your color.

very rare that i will forget how you actually smell, how your gaze has the immense effect on me, how you taste from the navel up, the sensation of your kisses, how wonderful your lips taste. i will never forget how you grasped my wholeness and swallowed all me. i love your dirt and riches, and lunacy.

i love you so much that i wanted you to know i am always by your side. looking from afar. breathing the same air. counting every move you make, noting every person you encounter on a daily. i am just an inch away in grabbing you and making love to you. i am just insanely in love, i could die any moment. i am itching form holding you here in my arms i will never let you go, i am dying just thinking of devouring all the good things that you are. i wanted to end you, i wanted to make you happy, i will make your everyday as remarkable and thrilling as possible. i will not stop loving you, i will not stop thinking of you, i cannot stop thinking of how can i murder you, in your sleep, while you're floating from acid, waiting for me, or so i believe.

i can still remember all the good things we've shared and all the good times we've had. we're much truthful, we're kinder, we're gentler for the world. we're polar opposites but everyone can clearly see how totally inlove we are with each other. we have set aside our differences, we are respectful and understanding. we've let ourselves change each other's hearts. we became the best versions of ourselves, we've helped each other grow and learn each and every day we're together. we trusted each other that we will not draw blood, or hate, or envy towards one another. we're so inlove at the time we forgot that evil do exist, we're so inlove we forgot about sinning. we're so inlove we never thought of our failing, of our falling, of our flailing. we're never able to prevent it, that's why we bled too much. that's why i am so close in losing my life, that's why i never had imagined another world that you're not beside me.

i would carve my heart so that you would have two, and you can destroy mine, happily.

i am very sorry that this is so sudden, but i am ecstatic because finally, finally, i have finished carving my heart, but why am i still alive, love? why am i still breathing? why am i still here?why are you not moving? why are you not breathing? why are you bleeding? love, where is your heart?

6th scene

I don't know if I like hospitals or not.

I can't remember all my encounters with hospitals thats why i have a minimal amount of knowledge in regards to the latter. I just used to think that its a place for sick-dying type of people. Its generally a sad place for my young self. I can't remember how all the hospitals that I've been to looked like visually, but I can clearly remember how they've smellt. It smelled like used cotton balls that's dripping of alcohol for sanitary purposes of some sort. It also smelled like clean flasks and glass tubes and new aluminum door knobs. I based the smell of death to that same smell of a familiar hospital.

When I was young I can clearly remember that I really wanted to be a doctor. I can't remember what kind and why, but, I just strongly feel back then that I should be one.

on-break

DISCLAIMER: This is a subjective opinion about my third team on my first job. All the statements and opinions that will be made on this narrative, is strictly personal and does not reflect the truth on the subjects. Every team mate will be given a pseudonym to protect their privacy.

Let's start.

Skyflakes. has a personality of a white, thin, salty papery biscuit. one of the nicest person in our whole team. skyflakes has greeted me once, i never greeted back. the greeting ended there. we rarely talk, but once we were forced to do so because of a common work-friend. skyflakes is very preserved. i never hated skyflakes, but i am uncertain if the feeling's mutual.

Moon. moon doesn't get me at all, shocker. moon is like my counter part on an alternate universe, the receptiveness on moon's personality never worked for me. moon pretended that i am an open book that can be easily deciphered. I totally murdered moon's psyche by literally knowing everything that the workplace has expected on me, including moon's assumptions. but i liked moon very much, i don't know if it is because of the pretenses or is it because i am fascinated by the fact that i can toy with moon's feelings.

Strip. is a so-so character. strip realize everything that i talk about but it is very often that strip talks to me about them. strip is an open letter that you can read on a twitter page of an angsty adolescent

4th scene

let's talk about the creation of the keyboard, where did it really came from. do you think it came hand-in-hand, a plus-one, a done deal package together with the first computer? do you think the first known computer is as useful as it would be if it will come with a ready made keyboard? who invented keyboard? who decided that this piece of 3D plastic boxes of numbers, letters and symbols should be called as it is? is the word keyboard technically acknowledged.

7th scene

this is an account of all the things i would've done if the world will end tomorrow, assuming i have exactly 26 hours to live before the world will meet its fate for some reason.

for the first two hours i would try to murder whoever will talk to me about their own itenerary in this situtation. just ki

8th scene

words are fascinating. words made me love the world, even though it's unbearable. words found me, more than i found them. it is introduced to me as a friend, as someone who i can turn to. someone that can always take me to perfect places. someone i can truly trust. someone that i can whisper my secrets to, someone that can be my secret, someone that can share secrets with me. then it grew on me. it became a parental support, it guided me. it helped me. it taught me things. it straighten my back, words released me from slouching, from boredom, from restrain. it molded me to the person i am today. it made me realize things, i've ingested it and its essence. i mimicked it like a whole stage full of actors. words are just releasing the good and the beautiful, without shying away with its ugly and distastefulness. words are flexible, they can make or break, it can be a weapon for sympathy and apathy, it can end or start war. words fly and swim and they climb, they will run if needed and walk for intensities.

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raindrenchedstories · 7 years

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All that fuss for nothing

A sigh of relief escaped her. “So what’s the damage?” She slumped onto a near by stone, staring deep into the blackened water.

Cornelius ran the liquid over his fingers, grimacing. “Seven young men. I don’t know if this is a Drac or Merrow.” He huffed, sitting himself next to her. With an uneasy shuffle, he extracted a small bottle from a satchel on his hip.

Holly’s eyes widened, with a firm grasp on her siblings shoulder dropping down. “Corn, are you-”

“They’re targeting men. It’s not like I have a choice. Sirens would just eat me up.” He huffed. Popping the cap off and slugging the bottle back. His body shifted, diverting in at the stomach, and rounding at the hips, chest growing slightly, before the potion took full effect.

Before Holly, stood a plump, small and sad woman, eyeing over her hands. “I mean. It’s not full time any how.” She gave a weak smile.

“...I mean yeah. But It’s not like they’re SIRENS which by the way, you wouldn’t even be affected by.” Holly stabbed a finger into her brothers shoulder. “I mean, Gender-ale ain’t fun for anybody. But after how hard you worked to...Well.”

“Just shut up Holl.” He smacked her arm with a small laugh, making his way back to the waters edge.

Holly rubbed her arm where a brand new bruise was warming up on her side. If her brother stayed like this, she worried for his health. The water warlock had fought so hard to keep his position. Despite being male in a mostly female dominated form of magic.

“Hey. Gender-ale is a potion right?”

Her brother quirked a brow. “The fact that you’re asking me this is somewhat concerning. But yes.”

“So does that mean it’s....Gender-fluid?” Holly smirked.

“WITCH I WILL DROWN YOU!”

“I’m sorry bro. I couldn’t help it!” Holly ducked a well aimed swing for her head. “You’re just so easy!”

“Yes well. Guess who’s playing bait tonight!?” Her brother slammed the drink into her chest with a snarl.

“The guy who’s been stalking me all fucking week?” She smirked. “Can we let him drown? Maybe?”

Cornelius heaved a sigh, shoving her lightly aside. “Given the fact that you haven’t buried him yet? I’m thinking you’re taking a shine to him.” He turned on his heal, letting his sister trail easily behind.

“I mean, have you SEEN that ass?” She grinned.

He gave a shrug nodding. “Yep. Ton of yum on a stick. My only question is, WHAT IS HE?!” He tossed his hands in the air with a huff. “I mean, he keeps finding you, he just pops up out of no where, and if you’re to be believed.... HE CAN RIP TREES OUT OF THE GROUND!”

“I don’t know. But I say any guy who can pull that shit off, well. If he weren’t constantly trying to rip my throat out, I’d totally-”

“MOVING ON!” Her brother tossed an arm over his shoulder. Waddling on and re-adjusting to his female form. *** The two women had been trailing him all damn night. It wasn’t like he was the only man on earth dammit. He was just the remaining richest one. He’d have to thank his little pets for that later. After freeing himself of these two stalker broads.

Making his way back to the oily waters behind his home, Brandon knelt down. He tossed little pieces of his sandwich into the water, summoning up three feminine faces. “Ah there’s my girls.”

One of the oddly shaped fish women snapped up a small piece of the bread before spitting it out in disgust. “I know. Don’t worry. You’ll have fresh meat in only a minute.” He pulled a pair of ear plugs from his jeans with a grin. “But first you need to do your little trick for me.”

As if on cue the three creatures ducked themselves under the waters surface, and tilted their heads upwards. Their voices were like silk, streaming softly through the night air.

A heavy arm fell on the mans shoulder, shaking him from his attempts at conducting and startling his little mermaids. “Nice chior you got going there. But~ You should know it doesn’t work on chicks.”

“FF- Who the fuck are you!?” He hissed, slipping partially off the docks. The taller of the two stalker chicks reached out swiftly and suspended him just above the water.

“Holly Copperhilt. That’s my bro, Cornelius.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder.

“Kind of looks like a chick to me.” Brandon grumbled.

“Only skin deep.” Cornelius smirked, leaning over the waters edge. The mermaids seamed to swarm in small circles, baring their teeth at him. “Huh. Mermaids. Did NOT see that coming.”

“I mean. Aren’t Merrow the same thing?” Holly quirked a brow.

“Nah. Due to exposure to magic, Merrow are a smarter, more competent, yet more aquatic version of Merfolk.” Cornelius huffed. “So~ What were you training these lovely ladies for?”

“None of your business!” The man spat. One Mermaid reached her hand out to touch him only for Cornelius to swat it away.

“You know... Something tells me these girls aren’t as trained as you might think.” Holly laughed, leaning the man down closer to the water. One of the maids lept for him, but just short as Holly dragged him back to her.

“...Let me guess. This is a harbor town yeah? And the last guys to go missing were company owners in the area yeah?” Cornelius circled the man with a huff. “And/or heirs.”

Brandons eyes widened a little. “Oh piss off! You think I’m murdering them?”

“No. I don’t think. I know.” He shrugged. “I mean. You knew you had people following you. Seriously, how many times did you check over your shoulder?”

“I counted seven.” Holly snickered.

“And the first place you go is right to your mermaids. Either you’re making an attempt to flirt, which, you really suck at it dude. OR you’re trying to dispose of us.”

“I’m hoping for the earlier personally.” Holly shrugged. “Always like a man who isn’t a shallow, money driven creep. “ She loosened her hold on him a second, just teasing the mermaids below.

Brandon huffed. “Alright. But what are ya’ going to do? Take me to the pollice. Yeah I can see that conversation. ‘Officer! This man killed people with mermaids!’ Or you kill me, and my blood will be all over you. Feed me to the mermaids? They’ll still be loose!”

“You’d think. But~” The water behind Brandon shifted and roiled. Three spheres broke it’s surface, containing each mermaid. “I could crush them easily.”

“Then there’s the question of you~” Holly grinned wickedly. “Shame though, we were suspecting sirens. Guess you switched for nothing brother dearest. So um... Will you change back already? It’s weird seeing you like this.”

Brandon wasn’t heard from again. Though, those in the know were well aware he’d been sold to a demon market. And rumor surfaced that a man close to his description was spotted beside a prominent ogress. All dolled up in golden chains.

Holly knocked yet another drink back, leaning on the bar. “So. You doing alright?” She tipped her glass for another refill. Cornelius complied, a shot of brandy spilling into the fine crystal.

“Yeah. I’m good now.” He poured himself one, causing Holly a bit of a laugh.

“I thought bartenders weren’t supposed to nip from the shelves themselves.” She pointed to his glass.

He slung back the shot with a wry smile. “Only if they don’t own the place.”

“Alright but seriously. I know you fucking hate being a chick. So are you okay?” She leaned over the bar with a hum.

“...Yeah. It’s not like I turned back for good after all. The counsel didn’t catch wind of it. So that drama didn’t start again. And in the end, it wasn’t that bad.” He hastily poured himself another shot.

“B’sides. Seeing the look on that guys face when I changed back~” He snickered.

At the end of the day, in the female dominated world of magic, being a guy was hard. Holly admired her brother all the more for being brave enough to not only face it. But master it.

#Genderswap #Mermaids #Holly

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enziroth · 7 years

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Black and White Pt 6

Did you forget this AU existed? Because my will to write certainly did. Now with 20% more graphic situations!

Lunch was possibly the most bland and boring meal he'd ever had.

"This is bullshit," he said to no one in particular, eyeing the food trays the guards had brought to his cellmates. Their food wasn't anything special, just sandwiches made with plain cheese and some unidentifiable kind of meat, but at least it was food.

Apparently, Law's idea of "food" consisted of a plate of vegetables and the same tasteless broth he'd had yesterday. If he ever had to pick his idea of the worst meal ever, this would be it, just barely beating out "crumbled rocks" and "actual dog shit".

Kid picked up a spindly green stick and dangled it between two fingers, frowning. What the fuck was this? Celery? He hadn't touched celery since Killer went on a health kick a while ago, and he'd thrown a bunch of the stuff at his second-in-command for trying to feed it to him.

The only thing that looked mildly edible on the tray were two little white pills, probably painkillers. He took those and downed the water he'd been given, wincing at the brackish taste.

Vegetables. And broth. He swirled his finger in the bowl. It wasn't even warm.

He slid a glance at his third cellmate, who was eating his meal with a stupidly blank look on his face. If I steal his sandwich, will they send me to Law?

Probably. There was a guy watching him from outside the cell, and he hadn't moved since Law left. Kid would bet his left leg that the guy was only there to rat him out whenever he did something wrong.

Fine. Broth and veggies it was.

A little while later, guards came by to line them up by the bars and let them out of their cells, one by one.

Whoever ran the prison wasn't stupid enough to give the guards guns, but all of them had spiked batons that they weren't afraid to use. Just while being herded down the hall, presumably toward whatever the recreation yard was, Kid had watched three prisoners who'd stepped out of line get beaten to a bloody pulp.

Well, all of them had batons, except for Kid's guard. It was obvious that he was Kid's, because he hadn't left his side since they'd opened the cell doors. The guy had kept steady pace with him, stopping when he stopped and moving when he moved. And yeah, the spiky batons looked nasty, but the little barbed knives hanging from this guard's belt were downright wicked.

It didn't take long to get to the yard, which turned out to be an open-air square of grass surrounded by twenty-foot-tall metal walls. There was a rough dirt path around the perimeter, with a few prisoners already jogging around, and a bolted down rack of weights far on one end.

Kid stopped as soon as he stepped foot outside, basking in the fresh air until a guard jabbed him with a baton and told him to get out of the way.

Kid shuffled a few steps to the left, leaned against a wall, and basked there instead.

The weak sun didn't provide much heat, and the air was heavy with salt and the sea. He grew bored of it quickly, glancing around to study the yard. The guard stood casually next to him, craning his neck up to look at the sky. He didn't say anything, so Kid ignored him.

Shit. People were staring at him. Nobody had given him anything else to wear, so he was stuck in the maid costume Law had fitted him with. He'd probably have to do something about that.

It was cold, but the hunger in some of the stares made his decision for him. The top half of the costume was the first to go, as he ripped the flimsy fabric down the middle. His skin stung and his wounds ached in the cold air, but he could deal with it.

He tried the collar next, fingers fumbling around the length of it for a clasp. He hadn't seen how Law had secured it when he put it on, but there had to be a way to get the thing off again.

His fingertips brushed against a solid chunk of metal, feeling out the distinctive shape of a keyhole. Fuck.

Kid scowled, giving up on the collar and moving to the lacey thigh-highs. They came off easily enough, and he tore out a long strip to use as a makeshift bandana before tossing the rest.

Then he mentally took a step back and examined himself. The top half of the outfit hung from his waist, covering the skirt and giving him a little more protection. The collar was still there, and still obnoxiously pink, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He looked about as normal as he was going to get, so he moved on.

Weights were out; he wasn't stupid enough to cozy up to the muscle freaks over by the rack. There were a few sparring rings scattered around, but like hell he was going to join one of those in this state. All the other equipment was taken, and he was in no shape to muscle somebody out of the way.

That left the dirt path. He was barefoot, so running would hurt like a bitch, but whatever. He'd take it.

The guy pushed off of the wall and followed him when Kid started heading for the track.

As soon as he took the first step to pick up speed, his foot screamed out in protest. He swore under his breath, forcing himself to slow down and keep moving when all he wanted to do was collapse to take the weight off it.

He couldn’t fall over now; he had no doubt a shit ton of people were watching, and if he didn’t already look like a pansy piece of shit, that would do it.

So he walked, gritting his teeth until the pain in his foot calmed to a manageable level. Two laps around the track, five laps, ten. He’d had a good deal of time to get used to walking again while being paraded around the prison, but he still felt stiff and unnatural. There was no way to know just how badly he’d been fucked up; even under the maid outfit, he was more bandage than skin.

Somebody lapped him on the track, moving fast. It was right as he reached a corner, and they cut across a little as they passed by. They cut in front of him a little too close, however, and he gritted his teeth as he had to jerk to a stop before he hit them.

He would have thought nothing of it. They misjudged the distance, is all. They hadn’t even looked twice at him.

One second, the man was a few inches in front of him. The next, he was on the ground, clutching his arm and screaming in pain.

Kid had already begun the motions to begin walking again, and he had to stumble to a halt again as he processed it. The guard…his guard…had moved so fast he almost hadn’t seen it, slicing with all four of those wicked knives in a single swipe.

Fuck, he could see the dull white glint of bone through the gaps in the man’s fingers, cinched tight as if he could hold the wound closed. The flesh was shredded, blood leaking from a hundred places at once, and not a single one of the guards at the door was moving to help. No other prisoners were, either.

He's gonna die, Kid realized. It didn’t take a genius to realize that he’d bleed to death, without any kind of care. For getting just a little too close.

His guard looked straight at him, watching, but without emotion. As if he was just waiting for Kid to move again so he could follow.

Kid looked at the man on the ground, still whimpering, still moaning and rocking back and forth pathetically, eyes closed tight as if he couldn’t stand to see the damage.

He looked away and kept walking. The guy wasn’t one of his; no one here was. And if he wanted to keep it that way, he needed to focus on himself.

He walked six more laps around the track, each time passing the man on the ground. The guards called for lineup again, to lead them back inside, and Kid never once looked behind him.

Dinner was the same as lunch. Cold broth, raw vegetables, two pills on the side.

He ate it anyway.

Sleep came as soon as he dropped his head on the pillow, but it didn’t last for more than a second until bright lights and loud, banging noises forced him awake. He cracked his eyes open to see trays being slid underneath the bars.

Food. God, he was starving. Kid moved to get up, but his entire body seized up in one big, painful cramp. Black spots swarmed in front of his eyes, covering his vision until he was completely blinded. After a few moments, the pain calmed and his sight returned, just in time to see the brutish bastard from earlier reaching for two white pills from one of the trays.

“Hey!” he barked out, struggling to get his feet beneath him to stand. He needed those pills, damnit-

The guy ignored him, hand inching forward until it was abruptly crushed under a thick black boot. He let out a surprised hiss, escalating to a low growl as his fingers were grinded into the floor.

Kid looked up and recognized his guard from yesterday. Thick sunglasses and a low-slung hat covered his face like all the other guards, but those knives at his hip were unmistakable.

His guard let the guy suffer for a few more moments, then lifted his boot, leaving the bastard to retreat to one corner of the cell with his own tray.

Kid cautiously lowered himself to the floor, wincing at the pressure on his foot, and inched forward to collect his tray. Cold broth again today, but the wilted vegetables had been replaced with equally-wilted fruit.

Whatever. It was better than celery.

He gingerly moved back to his cot, swallowed the pills, and downed the rest of it. From what he’d gathered yesterday, he still had two hours until he’d have to deal with Law again. He knew he should be using it to think of ways to escape, but all he could think of was his crew. Did Killer get to their safehouse? Had his crew managed to burn all the evidence in their base before they were forced to retreat? God, if they’d even missed a little of it, each one of them could be hunted down. That shit had their real names, their homes…Kid had kept track of everything on his men so he’d know when they were in trouble, but all that would backfire now if any of it remained.

Fuck, he couldn’t think about it. Already he felt disconnected from his life in the past, from his men, from everything to do with the world outside. He couldn’t have been here longer than a week, but it felt like he’d been suffering for a lifetime.

He must have passed out at some point, his body too exhausted to keep up with his racing mind, because the next thing he knew was his guard knocking on the bars to wake him up.

“Time to see the doctor.”

#prison au #trafalgar law #eustass kid #kidlaw #lawkid #one piece #TWO YEARS OVERDUE EVERYBODY #I think #does anybody even remember this because I sure as hell didn't

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positiveweightloss · 7 years

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Yesterday was my first cheat day since completing the Whole30. I didn't go too totally nuts, but it was enough that I realized eating garbage truly is not a treat. It's a lie. It's possibly a belief I hold because this things made me happy in my childhood or I used them to survive in my teens, but they are really not what I need at this point. So instead of having a traditional cheat day, I'm thinking most of the time I'll just add in some restricted element to my normal meal on my cheat day like cheese, tortillas, or veggie meat. Also I think a rule for me will have to be no sweets on cheat days. I don't need them, they're my greatest weakness, and after the first few bites every sweet tastes the same. It's all just sugar.

What forbidden foods did I eat on my first day? First a sandwich with BREAD, CHEESE, and traditional MAYO. I also had a havana cappuccino from Peet's that I'm pretty sure was unsweetened, which is fine by me. I also had tofu, a sweetened pumpkin chai spice tea, and tons of samplings of little snacks my family received from my uncle for christmas. I'd been wanting to try them, but they truly all sucked with the exception of a few of the sweets because really how can you mess up chocolate or a cookie. The good news is that I didn't feel great after gorging on snacks. It wasn't awful, but it wasn't good and there's no reason to do that to myself when I know how easy it is to eat food that makes me feel good.

Now to convince my mind long-term that junk isn't a treat.

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dancekickboxcardio · 5 years

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This is not a good sign. I wake up 🛏 and I am heavy and sore and tired 😓 as if I worked out the entire night 🌃. I also have nasal drainage 👃🏾 🤧 and keep on sneezing. I am bundled up on a thick robe 👘 and beanie. I feel sickly 🤒. My room 🚪 has always been cold 🥶 but this morning I made sure the air vents ♨️are open and free from obstructions🚧. I had to sleep 💤 in. I had my alarm ⏰ already set at 800a. I have to consider my physical shape. Last night I already made a decision 🤔 that I was going be off today. Well, had I not I couldn’t go today. A touch of weak immune system that with a long sustained day in and day out consecutive fitness batteries shall without a doubt cause you to be ill and it’s Fall 🍃🍂🍁 germy 🦠 Winter ❄️ too. If you are bound to compromise your bod, you are at the perfect time. I was looking 👓 at the butt kicking 🦵🏾 💪🏾 Veteran’s community exercises. I laugh 😆 at myself in silence because I know I won’t be the strongest person and no one expects me to be. I am intimidating tough in a different way 🤯. I shall be wimpy and that’s ok with me. I believe that we are all in different levels with varied skill sets. As long as we work on where we fall short we are ok. If your mindset is you are ALWAYS the best person and you are not, well YOU have a problem. Whose fall is that. I know it’s more complicated than that but being a person who is exacting and admits faults and working lists well honesty is so much more respected than a façade. Keep it going flimsy whimsy ✨.

I have a list 📝 of things I want to do today.

I already described to my BFF that I was reticent yesterday. I wasn’t my yakky bubbly self and that’s ok. Sometimes a change in your rhythm does it. I explain to to him that inside I was feels Katy Perry. I am still quite funny 😆.

I was up at 600a Sunday. I had pizzas 🍕 my left over pumpkin 🎃 spice fit Americano ☕️ and another full cup to keep me going until it is at least close to nap 😴 time. I organized 🧹 and my study desk is breathable spacey and I thought 💭 of ways to free more of the area for academic 👓🗒🖊 work. I want to securely attach my shelves on the wall and revamp my wall space for inspiration ❤️ and like a reflection on what’s exactly brewing in your brain 🧠. I had a “helper.” He “goes through and checks my filing.” 🗄

So my schedule 🗓 is already changed. I am not foreign to constant differences in short time changing plans. That is my signature ✍🏾. I really build myself to doing that. I am doing Tuesday straight to Saturday and I like that a lot because I get to yoga 🧘🏼‍♀️. I know that for some people it is a status way of life just as Lululemon is. To me, it’s get me in that leisurely pace compared versus 🆚 to a New York ran business speed. I mean the Lululemon brand. Yoga 🙆🏼‍♀️ makes my bod less stiff. I was liking that I had tandem free times. Surely I didn’t execute the day similarly. Saturday I was very on top of things, must do stuff. That has always been my life. One place to go after another. I discovered after decades in college 📚 that it really is momentum. When I was younger I go to the gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾 because I had expendable money 💵 in my pocket like cash 💵 🙄 , that’s what cool 😎 college kids do and really I wanted a full day, something that lives to my vision of how my life should be lived. Now a days, I am not precisely where I want to be and heck I tell people all the time I should be having a nervous breakdown for not meeting what I set myself to do. However you have to keep in mind that my trajectory if not glacial 🏔 is certainly super sonic 🚀. I have to be a full pledge person. I have to know the meanings of our existence and yes you discover it in the times when you pour yourself in books 📖 and writings in the library. You are moved by the scholastic and social excitement 🤓. Yet you have to remember that not everybody lives like that. What do you do when there is nothing that is pressed upon you or when society or anyone like your parents dictates by influence what you have to do. What do you do with yourself? What do you want? How do you make sense of existence 😊?

I had a great time with Dad. He just didn’t drive me around 🚙. We stopped 🛑 by Chipotle because he was hungry 😋. I asked for a burrito 🌯 bowl. He wanted like DiBella’s for the nth factorial time. Don’t get me wrong. I love 💕 their sandwiches 🥪 except there is more than one fast food in the corner. Actually he was asking for Five Guys which I am a big fan of. Caturday 🐈 however I feel like yummy 😋 meat 🥩 on rice 🍚 and veggies 🌽🍅🥬 with cheese 🧀 and sour cream. Mmmmmmmm. I also had a seamless time at Target. He had to exchange his lock 🔒 there too and I had to introduce him to the cash register lady as my Dad. I picked up my gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾 essentials 🛒 and got the perf 🤩 planner journal 📓. We also went to the library where I picked up fictions at random. I stayed away from what I made a mental note over reading the jacket and be like that’s interesting 🧐. I came across Gabriel Marquez Garcia who I am going to check out on the catalog 💻. Shall we request the books in Spanish 😆? You totally should.

To me I ate pretty poorly. Not only did I not eat 🍽 on time I also didn’t partake balanced meals 🥘. I ate tons of carbs. I ate what I wanted. When I ordered 🧾 at Chipotle I should have made it conform to my food plan and not how the restaurant recommended it. I should take note of it next time. I am very steady running 😏 and sometimes you have to teach me to live a little. How severe stringent. Even allowing for some loose time is a mental exercise. Sorry 😐 that’s just how I am although it doesn’t mean I am incapable of natural tendencies and inclination. All I am saying is that I have wired my thinking 🤔 to put up those barriers on things that could throw me off. I know. I am quite the self-manager 👩🏼‍💼 psych grad 🎓. I guess I could say that is the great learning or a curse to you on what my entire undergrad learning imparted in me. I have strength because I actually applied myself. Diet right. I ate what I wanted when I wanted. I ate manageable portions 🍴 but how I eat matters a lot on my performance 👟 , how my day unfolds. It really is relevant ⚠️ administratively. That’s why I had this question after seeing the article of a gym gal dying from eating too much protein 🍖 if 60 grams of protein powder on my two barista ☕️ espresso drinks everyday is safe.

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I consumed so much media over the weekend mostly TV 📺 and radio 📻 and I try to move along from Neruda when all I did mostly was look 👀 up what my little stipend can get me. Planning 📅 can sound stupid but it actually makes plain what you want, how you think 💭 😏, why you decided like that 😏, clears your mental processes and really enables a better decision 🤨 making. Overwhelmed? I so didn’t graduate 👩🏼‍🎓 from Notre Dame college. 😂 Ask not why you graduated but why you chose your major. I was like to BFF “Is this what my life has amounted too? The happiest day so to speak every month 📆 is when my allowance 💵 is disimbursed.” Shake that thing.

🎶 “Shake dat ting miss, Cana, Cana

Shake dat ting miss, Annabella

Shake dat ting yow, Donna Donna

Jodi and Rebecca”

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These where the things I watched at Netflix. Some of the stuff on my list have been discontinued 😭.

(1) Season 1 Episode 4:

(2) Season 1 Episode 8:

(3) Season 1 Episode 3:

I wrapped my day with some beauty 🧖🏼‍♀️ ritual although I didn’t cover everything. I need to wax before I start to look 👀 like wolverine.

I dyed my hair. It looks awesome 👏🏾 even if it’s going to get chopped. I decided today bob, a very short layered one. Oooh 😯 more hair accessories: barrettes, headbands and hats 🧢. I showered 🧼 and scrub. Self-care that kind of just fell in place and not ran by hurried minutes on the clock 🕰.

I shaved. I didn’t salt scrub. Laura was like Friday PT you smell good 👃🏾. To me, “Oh, my Victoria’s Secret Pink scrub soap is that fragrant.” My Dove liquid soap ran out while I was in the tub 🛁. I applied some great smelling perfumed lotion 🧴. When shall I get more? 🛍 and I did my nails 💅🏾.

I feel like a whole person. I feel good. I kindled 🔥 myself. I did what are really necessary to have some sense of balance, serenity and harmony. I mean in our minds we see things clearly delineated and this must. But the world 🌍 is a constant chaos like many have said before me, you find that me time whenever you can and stop ✋🏾 expecting a perfect day because you actually make your own money. It’s not handed to you. You are a Neantherdal. Go out there and hunt for survival 😏. I need water 💦.

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inktae · 7 years

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⇢ veg update 2

I totally forgot I was going to do these.. so here you go, a little over three months since I took my decision of giving up meat. I know a few of you are interested, so here you go! :)

It has been three months since I decided to cut out meat cold turkey, and as someone who was only slightly obsessed with chicken and did not care about any other type of meat, I have to say that it has been fairly easy. I definitely do not recommend that for someone who eats meat more regularly (I only ate chicken and around 3 times a week) but turning vegetarian was the easiest choice I have ever made and I still stand by that.

I actually planned on being vegetarian for a few months, but less than a month after beginning my journey I had already cut out cow’s milk (another thing I wasn’t too much of a fan of, since it always made my stomach bloat even if it was lactose free) and was only eating egg very occasionally as I still tried to figure out how to eat - where and how to get the nutrients I needed for a healthy lifestyle. it took hours upon hours of research but I am proud to say that I have it somewhat figured it out now.

I went into it too scared, and I shouldn’t have! many people around me and online scared me about deficiencies that, honestly, can easily be taken care of, and you do not need to be a millionaire for that. what I have learned is that as long as you do your research and keep a somewhat regular check-up with your doctor (I was already used to this anyway, as someone who needs regular check-ups) you will be okay. of course, each body reacts differently, but personally speaking, I did not notice any crazy changes, nor I ever felt weak or like my body was lacking something. going into a healthy, fulfilling way of eating was absolutely essential for that.

for the longest time, before I ever considered it seriously, I thought about veganism and how would I eat were I to turn vegan. I only truly liked three foods: chicken, rice and pasta (yes, it was that bad), so that made me wonder: what the hell would I eat? would there be any options for me? would I have no other option but to starve? and since I could never figure it out, I always dropped the idea of veganism even though it has attracted me for more than a year, probably.

but I slowly started changing my eating habits, trained my taste buds and introduced more vegetables into my diet, and the idea of veganism stopped being so far-fetched. still, there was tons of research I needed to do, and months of studying basic nutrition, reading countless meal plans and learning recipes and watching insightful videos have finally led to a huge amount of variety and color in my meals, way more than before, and looking back I can say that it was my very generalized view of veganism (the one portrayed by the media) what made me think in the first place that they only ate salads and expensive, organic foods haha.

just out of curiosity, I actually decided to follow my carbs, proteins and fats for a week (last week, actually) and I find it unbelievable how easily I can reach a healthy amount of each without looking too much into it. all I did was insert what I’d eaten throughout the day in an app and I find it insane how easily I reached past the 60g mark of protein (that’s actually a bit more than I should.. lol) this might be obvious for some, but for me it certainly wasn’t, especially with the countless questions I get about my supposed lack of protein / vitamins / etc, which inevitably made me doubt my choices more than once. no, peeps. I believed the same, but it is possible to eat a balanced diet as long as you are well informed! :) it is all about making sure that you’re eating a good amount of veggies (I like to eat a lot, so it makes me happy that I can make myself giant meals with veggies. I always go for broccoli, carrots, cauliflower and zucchini and I tend to eat them with a nice, spicy homemade sauce), fats (healthy / unsaturated fats are sooo important, please never cut them out. nuts are an amazing snack full of healthy fats!), carbs (even though they’re not really essential, they do help you feel energized and they can easily fill you for the day. besides, they’re yummy haha. basically cereals, rice, bread, homemade pizza, stuff like that), and of course, protein (lentils, beans and tofu. the latter is my weakness to be honest. I love love love tofu and how versatile it is! there are so many amazing recipes out there to make it delicious).

there is no need to splurge into expensive foods, either. if you want to eat a bunch of replacements, then yes, veganism will be an expensive lifestyle, but if you keep your replacements down to a handful (the only replacement I buy is vegan mayonnaise, and vegan cheese very occasionally. to give you an idea, they do not cost me more than 3 euros each) you will spend just as much as you would in a ‘normal’ lifestyle, if not less.

anyway, moving on - the positive changes I have noticed since late march are only a handful, but still very impactful:

I have gotten slimmer, though I would say it’s more like my body is going back to its natural weight. because of medical reasons and a certain pill I have been taking since 2012 for my body to function properly, I started putting on weight very fast, and it was something that was out of my control. ever since I started taking this pill I gained an amount of 10kg (22 pounds) throughout my university journey, and that excess I gained through the pill is what I have been trying to get rid of, which has become significantly easier with a vegan lifestyle. even though it has only been three months, I already lost more than half of it - 7 kilos, 15 pounds!! and I promise you that I have not been starving myself or anything remotely close. sometimes I even have five meals a day. :) it’s such a drastic change to a few crazy diets I tried out a couple years ago, which only consisted of tuna and whole wheat sandwiches. I’m glad I finally figured out how to eat a fuckton (there’s no other way to put it ahaha) while still being healthy and keeping to the amounts my body needs. I mainly owe that to veganism, because it’s what made me start studying nutrition and healthy eating in the first place.

(quick disclaimer: I need to address that weight loss does not equal happiness / is not the only right way to live. besides becoming vegan, losing weight was also a personal goal of mine because of external factors I already explained - how more than losing a few pounds, I am just trying to go back to the natural weight I had before. and hey, even if you only want to lose a few pounds, that is also okay as long as you are doing it the healthy way. the choices I make are purely meant to look out for my body, not to damage it, and I would never ever encourage starving or restricting yourself too harshly (sometimes, a few moderate restrictions are needed, like I did with the crazy unhealthy snacking I had going on a few months ago). keeping your weight, wanting to lose some, striving to gain a few pounds - all of that is okay as long as you do it right and take care of yourself. the only thing that matters is that you are looking out for your body, whatever shape it is ^^)

another change - headaches, or should I say, the lack of. it is crazy to think that a few months ago I used to take two / three painkillers a week because my head was always killing me, with the occasional migraine that forced me to close all of the blinds and stay in the dark for a few hours, with no possibility of even checking my phone because all lights bothered me. I am so, so happy to say that that has changed, and it has probably been my favorite change of them all. so far I have only taken two painkillers in these three months. which, for me, is absolutely insane!! to know that those headaches that have been bothering me since I was 14 stemmed from an unhealthy diet is simply baffling. I had to go through so many brain scans trying to figure out why my head hurt so much all the time, when the solution was right in my face. I am just beyond relieved that I managed to figure it out. besides ethics, this is another big reason for me continuing with this lifestyle. I cannot go back to the crazy headaches, not now that I found the root of the problem, and especially not now that I figured out a way to eat that I enjoy and that helps me avoid migraines.

and lastly, I noticed I have way more energy than before. getting up early is not so much of a problem anymore. I have always been a night owl, but I am quickly becoming a morning person, which I never thought would ever happen ahaha. I do have my lazy days, and sometimes I go to the gym and I am unable to do more than twenty minutes of cardio, but for someone who is somewhat sedentary, I have to say that this change is huge, and I am really happy with it. I look forward to using this crazy energy I have much more, and hopefully develop more physical endurance, since I still have a bit of a hard time keeping up with exercise in general.

I am very proud of my choice overall, even though I’m still learning and adapting to this lifestyle (there are still many changes to be done, but that will come with time, no rush), and I still stand by the reasons I started doing this in the first place (basically all of them: ethics, the industry, the environment, and of course, health). as someone who has a hard time being consistent in general, the fact that I have kept this up taught me that I can be strong willed if I really want to be.

I also feel very passionate about showing people that veganism doesn’t have to be scary, and that not all vegans are like the ones that represent the lifestyle, who are sadly more toxic than anything. loud, obnoxious vegans will always be the ones heard above us quieter ones, and I just want people to know that not every vegan is self-entitled or arrogant or thinks they’re better than everyone else. at least in my case, I am just proud of my own journey and the choice I made for myself and for the animals. it has nothing to do with how I feel about other people or how they eat. hell, none of my friends are vegan and absolutely nothing has changed between us (well, except the places we go to eat haha). not gonna lie, I am always afraid of saying I’m into veganism because I fear it will make people see me in a bad light, when I have never had ill intentions. but I just hope this can change someday and that veganism stops being portrayed as extreme, as a ridiculous fad, as a cult - you get the point. I see it as something beautiful you’re doing for the Earth and for your body, nothing else. ^^

and if you are interested in the way I eat, I suggest checking out my instagram! I post the meals I make there (mainly to keep myself motivated to keep learning new recipes and such)

(^^^^ the fact that I actually made that is still unbelievable to me. last year I almost burnt the kitchen while making coffee)

to finish up, if anyone is interested in veganism in general, besides famous documentaries like cowspiracy and forks over knives, there were two videos that really turned around my mindset. of course, there are small details I don’t really agree on, but the overall message of these videos is very impactful and they did push me towards doing more research on how to start transitioning to veganism. those videos are why I’m a vegan and reasons to go vegan. what I loved the most about these two videos is how unbiased both are - they present facts, not opinions, and they are not painfully blunt or offensive in any way. it’s your choice what to do with these facts, and I think that’s the main core of veganism - it all depends on how you feel and react towards these facts presented to you. I simply reacted by wanting to become vegan, and no one pressured me or brainwashed me in any way. I was presented with facts, I researched on them, found myself convinced by some things more than others, and when I had all the information compiled I decided what to do about it myself - no one did it for me. :)

this got way too long, sorry guys. but I hope that whoever read until this point found it somewhat insightful, my aim is always to help and to clarify myths of healthy eating and veganism. to conclude, I still stand by this decision being the best one I have taken in a long, long time, probably all my life. <3

#I'm so proud of my meals ahahha #just.. look at them they're so pretty lol #personal #veg update #veganism #healthy eating

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videogamesandthinspo-blog · 7 years

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Fast Update 7/28, 2:44 am

I meant to update earlier from the café, but my phone died there and wasn't charged until I went to bed, and I'm awake now, so I figured "what the heck, let's do it now." I had to walk a good bit to and from the café in gross Southern heat, so I enjoyed a mocha and a Naked pressed juice knowing that the calories had been/would be burned off before I went to bed. They sold sweets and sandwiches there, as well as artisinal potato chips, but I said not today! Got home and drank some hot green tea before bedtime. I'll admit, I did cheat a little - I had a small bite of Greek-style meat (leftovers from the night before) just to silence my stomach. I'm slightly upset that I was so weak, but by that point it had been 27 hours since my last meal, and this is my first fast, so I wasn't too upset. I woke up this early/late partially due to my boyfriend's incessant SNORING, partially due to having to pee (so much liquid today, omg), and partially due to stomach pangs, but I'm better than binging. It's been 31 hours since I had a meal, and a few pangs is the worst I've had? I've had period cramps worse than this! Merely a month ago, I would have thought that I couldn't possibly go more than 8 hours without eating something, and even yesterday, I felt unsure that I could make it a whole day without eating, but here I am. Up until the nighttime, it was effortless. All I had to do was remind myself of what's ahead for me, what ana helps other people look like, and what I've always wanted to be. Could I have done better today? Drank less fatty drinks and not eaten that piece of meat? Sure. Of course, and I'm kind of ashamed that I didn't. BUT I also did something I thought was impossible, that opened my eyes about my relationship with food. And that's going to help me a ton with restricting and fasting in the future. I'm more positive about my weight loss now than I ever have been. Now, I'm going to go pour a glass of milk, lay back down, and I will update tomorrow as I start reintroducing food to my system to see if there are any side effects. (Also, when I first woke up, my arm felt weird, and my first instinct was to wrap my hand around my wrist to see if I had lost any weight in the night. For a minute, I felt like Queen of the World, because I could wrap my whole hand around my wrist, then I remembered I have tiny wrists anyway, so I've always been able to do that. Still, throughout the fast today, I've almost been able to feel the skinny person inside of me, like this fat suit is beginning to separate and the real me is beginning to wake up inside. I'm so excited for the future.)

#tw: ed #tw: anorexia #tw: fat shaming #tw: fatphobia #tw: ed mention #personal #fasting #pro-anna #pro-miia #long post

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April Activities 2021

The major news of the month? I can’t believe I get to be fully vaccinated. It’s hard to describe how incredible it feels but I’m so ready to really start this next phase and I can’t wait for everyone I love to feel this feeling soon. Here’s what went down last month.

Here are my favourite tweets from last month. Also, I’ve decided to compile the best tweets list every two weeks rather than only once a month mostly because I love re-reading them and want that sort of joy in my life twice a month, not just once.

I did Nathan’s podcast and we talked about Rogers, sex robots & god only knows what else.

Two new nail polishes that I bought and love: English Lavender by butter and Cold Brew Crew by essie. Beautiful colours.

I’ve made this lamb ragu from Alison Roman twice so far, it’s so luxurious but somehow easy to make. I’ve put it on tagliatelle as well as zucchini noodles and both have been wonderful. Small tip: it does get better after it sits in the fridge for a bit, for some reason. (Also, the recipe doesn’t call for it, but I added basil at the end. I tend to add basil anytime something calls for parsley because it’s just so much more flavourful and fun.)

Above Photo: Alison Roman’s lamb ragu

I want to buy new underwear and I’m looking for any suggestions that aren’t Victoria’s Secret, Aerie or The Gap. I might just bite the bullet and try the ones from Blush (love love love the models they use).

I tried the strawberry short cake soft serve from Milk Bar and it was heavenly. The soft serve is even better than the strawberry cake (although the cookie crumbles within the cake always make my knees weak). In fact, I’ve yet to try a Milk Bar soft serve that I didn’t love (their vegan apple pie soft serve was out of this world), should I have been buying their pints this whole time? Yes.

I gave a chance to Ouai’s Air Dry Foam and it didn’t impress me or anyone else for that matter, so I guess I’ll just stick with the Wave Spray instead.

The rain boots that I bought a few years ago from Winners have disintegrated and I’m in search of new ones, but please don’t recommend Hunter ones. I hate Hunter. Open to any other suggestions!

Influenced by a TikTok video, I bought Falscara and holy shit. I know I promise this a lot, but I’m going to do a video on it so you can see how good a product it is. So many videos are coming, I vow.

There milk chocolate coconut almonds from CVS are UNHOLY.

I tried a sample of Glamglow’s Glowstarter moisturizer and was pleasantly surprised at how it really does give you a pleasant glow. What’s that about.

It’s uncivil how expensive body suit/swimwear hangers are. Who is this benefiting? I just want to hang my delicate bodysuits and carry on with my day.

Trader Joe’s has started selling their own vodka and I’m hoping they’ll start to sell it in New York soon. Seems weird that they don’t already.

I tried a small sample of Charlotte Tilbury’s Magic Elixir and discovered that the true magic behind the elixir is how she got anyone to believe that it does anything at all. Makeup products truly enrage me at times.

Nathan and I went to a movie theatre and it was everything I wanted it to be and more. We saw Godzilla vs. Kong and I found myself beaming through every inane scene. Perfect movie to see after a year of no theatres. Would I ever watch it again? Good lord no.

I bought a lotion bar from Gift Box on Broadway in Astoria and I love it. I think I’d use it more if it were slightly smaller and more manageable, but I love it nonetheless.

I tried Rao’s spaghetti and it was incredible, so now I’m forced to seek out their other types of pasta. Such a quality pasta.

I ate at The Pineapple Club and the basil fried rice and frozen pina coladas were both outrageously good.

I bought this bag from Zara and I’m honestly nervous to even wear it out for some weird reason. Like, am I the person who would have a bag like this? Do I want to be that person? Am I feeling this way because of having nowhere to go for so long? Have I always been this fearful? Some of these questions I shouldn’t answer, I realize.

Just bought these shoes in tan and I think I have my life all figured out now. Now if I can just leave the house wearing said shoes and holding said bag.

Speaking of shoes, I truly can’t decide if I love or loathe these slippers.

Last shoe thing: head over HEELS (not sorry) in love with these feet hugging sandals. Should’ve bought four more pairs.

I made these chocolate banana muffins and they were great but the real standout is the recipe at the bottom for the salted honey butter. Christ, you should make that butter.

I perused Molly Baz’s new cookbook and it’s a big one. Some standout recipes: The Big Italian salad, a dilly horseradish cream sauce for shrimp, and of course her caesar salad recipe.

I never thought I’d be the type of person to buy fake plants, but this one is so lifelike and pretty that I had to get it. Plus it’s perfect for the top of a bookshelf.

Above Photo: Fake plant from Target

It’s ramp season and I couldn’t be happier about it, you’ll hear more about my ramp creations next month.

I watched This is a Robbery on Netflix and don’t waste your time. Yes, it’s an interesting story, but save yourself a few hours and go read this instead.

I’m watching The Nanny and loving it. I’ve only ever watched a few episodes growing up, and I thought I would hate it because of how much everyone makes fun of Fran’s voice but her voice is fine! It’s wild that anyone ever said it was annoying. Also, the theme song is catchy as hell.

I rewatched Speed and it’s, of course, still great. What can’t Keanu do.

I watched the 90s movie The Crush and it’s really weird that movies like that would never have a chance being made today.

I’m all caught up on Riverdale now and… it’s hard to remember when it was really good. Maybe it was all Skeet Ulrich? Was that the main draw in my mind? I can see that making sense. In any case, it’s taken a turn.

There’s something so inviting about having good washroom rugs, I just got these soft-as-hell Threshold ones and I’ll never buy another brand again.

I visited the midtown Ideal Cheese Shop (been meaning to forever) and it’s such a great spot for NYC delicacies as well as, obviously, cheese. They had pre-packed bacon from Peter Luger and salmon from Daniel Boulud.

Things are already changing fast with new restrictions loosing in NYC, but did you know you can rent out a bar for an hour?

I tried the breakfast Beyond Meat sausage patties and surprise, surprise, they’re great. There’s nothing this company can do wrong. I’m becoming suspicious.

I got drinks and some small bites at Bar Dalia in Astoria and what a sweet little place! Would go again.

I finally got my hands on the kitchen-scented mini candles from Trader Joe’s (the scents are lemongrass, tomato leaf, fresh mint). They fill me with joy, unfortunately. I also got their grapefruit scented body butter, which goes on very smoothly but I’ve noticed it has a scent that’s slightly off-putting over time. I will not dwell on that fact further.

Had no idea that Banza made a pizza crust but I tried it and it’s wonderful.

I love seeing what promotional giveaways are planned for the upcoming baseball season but since we’re technically still in a pandemic, the Mets are only releasing what the promotions are each month (makes sense). So I’ve bookmarked the page to go look at on the first of each month.

I don’t eat a ton of fast food, but I’m sorry, some of these are genius ideas.

I’ll regret it if I don’t buy a box of these, right?

I know that it’s common to read an article about something and feel “that’s me!” but this one really resonates with me: “There’s a Name for the Blah You’re Feeling: It’s Called Languishing.”

The best brand at Target: A New Day.

Love and fully agree with all of this woman’s questions about things that don’t make sense.

I was walking past a Home Depot in Queens and the smell of the sandwiches at Rocco’s was heavenly. I had just eaten, otherwise I would have leaped into line. Must remember to get a Philly cheese steak here next time. The Yelp reviews are calling me.

I bought this earring organizer from The Container Store and it’s perfect. Fully recommend. I also finally got a purse organizer and some shoe boxes that make me feel like I might be a successful woman in her prime.

Above Photo: Earring Stand from The Container Store

Above Photo: Left: purse storage holder, Right: shoe storage boxes, Not Shown: me, opening & closing my closet door ten times to bask in my new found organizational skills

I had no idea Zara had a home section. I wish I didn’t have this knowledge, but now that I do, you must too. Literally ALL of these glasses are gorgeous. Tempted to go smash each glass in my kitchen cupboard right this instant.

This Artist Faked Being a Billionaire to Photograph New York City's Best Views - such a great idea, such great photos. How was it not me who came up with this?

Some more spring recipes I’m dying to make:

Ramp & Ricotta Tart

Grilled Asparagus Caesar Salad

Lemon Poppy Seed Cake

Scallop Risotto with Lemon & Sweet Peas

Grilled Caprese Skewers with Halloumi and Sourdough

Some things that I’m looking forward to this month: the new/final season of Shrill comes out this week (!), I might be going to a Mets game (!!), dying to eat at Under The Volcano, really want to visit the new Dippin' Dots store, I’ve been craving a good club sandwich for months so I might try to get brunch at Mark’s Off Madison, I know it might be early but I can’t wait to go tan on Governors Island soon, and at some point I’d really love to take one of these pasta cooking classes.

Above Photo: The club sandwich at Mark’s Off Madison, photo courtesy of Front of House

If you’ve got any interest in reading last month’s roundup, you can see what went down in March over here.

#monthly roundup #this is liz heather #Liz Heather #April 2021 #things to do 2021 #NYC #best of NYC 2021

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