You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
I like a Scandinavian style of decorating rooms, so my room will reflect that style. It is simple but beautiful, with minimal furniture consisting of a large L-shaped desk with drawers (Oh yes, definitely!), a large bookshelf, sofas, and a coffee table.
Because of my two fur babies, Toral and Camille, I will have a high and sturdy cat tower and high shelves to secure a part of the room so that they will be comfy and relaxed.
I like the idea of having a reading nook in the corner of the living room, where I can read a book or Kindle while watching the scenery outside. I will have only one television, lest I distance myself from reading.
My Camille is unwell now. He eats, drinks, and defecates, but I know there’s something wrong with his demeanor, mood, and aura. No, it’s not a hyped reaction from an overly protective spinster guardian, but I ohknow. It worries me to death; it pains me to no end. I am so thankful for his little heart pumping beneath his sleek, straight black fur, and on the other hand, I inwardly recoil in fear that what if it begins to slow and then stop?
I have noticed that when I pet Camille, he secretes a fluid with a noticeable smell, which isn’t terrible. I thought it was his way of expressing content when petted, and my research shows it’s partly true. Partly it is due to his anal gland charge, which worries me. So, I think maybe it’s a complication of the anal glands and other organ infections, such as liver or urinary.
And it plunges me so low into the abyss of grief, echoed in guilt for Camille’s condition because I have not been so loving or patient with Camille’s urge to play. He tends to eat frequently, almost every 10 minutes or so. Even though I always ensure my cats’ bowls are full of dry food with water, Camille prefers wet food. He eats small but many times. It might indicate diabetic symptoms. I feel like a terrible guardian, and more terrible is losing him – which is unthinkable! Let present fears less than horrible imaginings!
I just made an appointment with a vet to check him this Saturday. I hope Camille is not seriously ill.
He shouldn’t have been there. No, not at that McDonald’s or any McDonald’s where random people might have seen him. For the class of people he seems to care about, that’s how they perceive him. What an irony it is—sad but true.
Mangione must have been incredibly hungry to eat at a McDonald’s while knowing he was on the run.
Did he think he wouldn’t be caught? It seemed almost naive in a boldly youthful way. Mind you, I am not endorsing his killing of the CEO of UnitedHealthcare on his way to the “investment” conference. Still, his motives reflect some of the ancient and medieval ideas of self-evident justice—his actions against the unjust. The entire narrative feels like an adventurous tale about a young knight.
He comes from a wealthy background, much like our new president-elect, Donald Trump. However, there is a key difference: Mangione is a well-read, articulate thinker and writer who empathizes with the have-nots. He does not feel entitled or complacent about his status and circumstances. Here is a young man who truly cares about those outside the boundaries of social protection—those without health insurance or, even if they have it, without enough benefits.
What’s the first impression you want to give people?
The first impression is something of a five-minute of fame during which you can either win or lose favor with people. Honestly, I am uncomfortable expressing myself in public, and the first impression people usually perceive of me is that I am a timid agelast who also happens to be of Far Eastern Asian origin. Yet, I do not want to pretend to be someone I am not. If I lose favor with people because of my first impression, so be it, and I do not want to waste my energy in giving them the best of my impression because only the people who look with the mind, not with the eyes, can see my truthfulness.
They should abolish this stupid summertime system. You know whom I am talking about.
It’s asinine, addles-headed, useless, and pointless. I mean—seriously—what need is there to keep this anachronistic system in this digital age when most developed countries do not live by this supposedly smart time system?
Suppose this is for any entrepreneurial purposes that satisfy business people who make a living by getting an hour less of sleep. In that case, they should adapt their business’s open mode to the present online business shopping module because nowadays, people shop more online than offline.
It has been said that the Senate will vote to abolish the summertime system, but that is only the father of the idea. I don’t think the system will be abolished anytime soon.
Anyway, it was nice of me to sleep one hour extra after getting ready for the 7:00 a.m. mass at 4:00 p.m. today. Thank Mom for letting me know.
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