I'm not gonna lie, readers, it's been an interesting year. I've done so many things that I only ever imagined; leaving my home, relocating, pursuing acting, singing, dancing, modeling, everything. Though here's the thing, my New Year's resolution for 2013 was to follow through with whatever I say. With this resolution, I followed through; I did everything I said I was going to do. Of course, one of these choices was leaving my home.
There is never a day that I don't think about my home with family and friends. On the other hand, leaving Winterfell was one of the best decisions I've ever made. I finally got to live the life I have always dreamed about (not being broke with no job; that was a nightmare). Now, as my final resolution, I have made it my duty to visit back home and loved ones across the U. S. Granted, I am very limited on my availability and how much I should spend, but I'll find a way to make it work.
As I mentioned, there are so many things that I am grateful for, but my gratitude extends to two wonderful people who allowed me to stay over at their place for the New Year; Sheep and Screeching Cat.
I started my day off around 9 AM. My body was actually up by 7:30 AM, but my mind was not; so I was pretty much in vegetative state. When I finally developed enough will power to get up, I headed up to the kitchen to begin helping out. First thing I did, I made sugar cookies from scratch. Now, when I attempted to make a batch long ago, it was the most disastrous thing ever created; I was positive that one could instantly get food poisoning as soon as it touched their lips. Somehow, though, everything was going fine, aside from the fact that I was baking like I was in the early 1900s.
Screeching Cat: You could have used the Kitchen Aid, y'know?
Asian: ............
Nala: I was actually wondering about that.
Screeching Cat: Or the electric mixer here in the drawer?
Asian: Y'know what, I just felt like going old school! I felt like being Julia Childs today!
Screeching Cat: Julia Childs uses a Kitchen Aid.
Asian: Whateva!
As soon as I finished mixing the ingredients, I put it away in the fridge for an hour and waited for Screeching Cat to pick-up food. Nala, Screeching Cat's mother, and I grew to be impatienteven though ONLY ten minutes had passed and decided to have a couple slices of Persimmon's Bread, that she baked, and cups of coffee. From there, we went out to the back patio, sat comfortably in our chairs, and let the rays of the eighty degree sun warm/tan our bodies. We had such a lovely time just chatting and then my alarm goes off, indicating that the dough was ready for cookie cutting. Screeching Cat's timing could not have been more perfect; he arrived with the food just as we had gotten up. He had been informed about how we couldn't wait for the food anymore since he was being so slow.
When I got back to my station, I attempted to cut the cookies out, but had forgotten to lay down flour.
Nala: Um, you didn't lay down flour, did you?
Asian: .........Nope.
Nala: That's what I thought. I don't think your cookies are going to come off easily...
Asian: .........Yeeeaaahhhh...I knew I was forgetting something!
So, Nala had tapped me out and allowed me to eat my two breakfast sandwiches. The shapes of the cookies had turned out finewhen she took over and we baked them right away.
When we had taken care of all the food we could make at the moment, Screeching Cat had wanted to move around the furniture and set it up in the courtyard' to allow space on the balcony and seating near the fountain and by the wall.
Sheep: You're gonna set up the chairs outside?
Screeching Cat: Yeah! So that people have a place to sit and talk outside.
Sheep: But Honey, we're in California.
Screeching Cat: It'll be fine.
Without heeding his warning, Nala, Screeching Cat, and I continued moving chairs and tables. Now, moving these pieces did not involve us carrying them into another room. Instead, Screeching Cat had developed a pulley system using a dog chain to secure the furniture as he lowered it down rom the balcony. Then I looked over to my right:
Sheep: *sigh*
Asian: It wasn't my idea! This is your husband's doing!
Screeching Cat: Hi!
And then he walked away.
As soon as we managed to move out all of the chairs and tables, I volunteered to sweep so that Screeching Cat could arrange everything as he pleased. Worse decision ever.
Readers, you may not know this, but they live in a mansion. So I had to sweep from top-to-bottom: rooftop, stairs to the rooftop, balcony, patio, four sets of stairs to he patio, and a sitting area next to a mini fountain. Not only was a I killing my back and giving myself the most intense arm workout known to mankind, but I was dying in the heat. There came a point that I took off my shirt, not to show my horrific, flabby body, but to assure myself that I did not end up having a heat stroke. Whoever said that slavery and indentured servitude lied. Educators are obviously misinforming the youth of America.
As time had drawn nearer to the party, we hustled and popped in whatever needed to be cooked so that everything came out fresh. Mind you, the food we made were mostly finger foods due to the fact that we were serving up courses for the gays.
Most of you have probably seen me eat and some more than likely not. I am not the person you want to compare anything against. Everything about me is off; I'm not cold, this isn't spicy, yatta yatta yatta. Basically, I am the worst gay ever; especially when it comes to food. When I watch what most gays eat, I feel like I'm witnessing these men starving themselves to death or close to dying of malnutrition. Granted, I understand this whole concept of eating healthy, but really, as long you stay active, you're body will do just fine; sometimes I just want to shove a steak down their throats. Any who, the point of this observation is that I eat like a pig. You throw food in front of me, it's gone. You have enough food to be able to fit into your hands, I have enough to feed an African village. But do I care? Absolutely not! Say what you will, but don't you dare get between me and my food.
When we had finally finished cooking everything and prepping the table, the hour had come to finally greet the guests into their home. As Nala and I hovered around the background, we just found ourselves lounging and relaxing, waiting for midnight to strike so that we could go to sleep. Don't get me wrong, readers, I did have pleasant conversations with some people, but nothing I would call "blog worthy"; just a good time for me.
So when the clock hit that time, I finally had my first New Years kiss.
Did I skip some parts leading to that? Yes. But that was intentional. All you need to know is that I had a kiss.
With that in mind, I can't wait for what this new year has to offer me and to what adventures I'll have the opportunity of exploring.
There is never a day that I don't think about my home with family and friends. On the other hand, leaving Winterfell was one of the best decisions I've ever made. I finally got to live the life I have always dreamed about (not being broke with no job; that was a nightmare). Now, as my final resolution, I have made it my duty to visit back home and loved ones across the U. S. Granted, I am very limited on my availability and how much I should spend, but I'll find a way to make it work.
As I mentioned, there are so many things that I am grateful for, but my gratitude extends to two wonderful people who allowed me to stay over at their place for the New Year; Sheep and Screeching Cat.
I started my day off around 9 AM. My body was actually up by 7:30 AM, but my mind was not; so I was pretty much in vegetative state. When I finally developed enough will power to get up, I headed up to the kitchen to begin helping out. First thing I did, I made sugar cookies from scratch. Now, when I attempted to make a batch long ago, it was the most disastrous thing ever created; I was positive that one could instantly get food poisoning as soon as it touched their lips. Somehow, though, everything was going fine, aside from the fact that I was baking like I was in the early 1900s.
Screeching Cat: You could have used the Kitchen Aid, y'know?
Asian: ............
Nala: I was actually wondering about that.
Screeching Cat: Or the electric mixer here in the drawer?
Asian: Y'know what, I just felt like going old school! I felt like being Julia Childs today!
Screeching Cat: Julia Childs uses a Kitchen Aid.
Asian: Whateva!
As soon as I finished mixing the ingredients, I put it away in the fridge for an hour and waited for Screeching Cat to pick-up food. Nala, Screeching Cat's mother, and I grew to be impatient
When I got back to my station, I attempted to cut the cookies out, but had forgotten to lay down flour.
Nala: Um, you didn't lay down flour, did you?
Asian: .........Nope.
Nala: That's what I thought. I don't think your cookies are going to come off easily...
Asian: .........Yeeeaaahhhh...I knew I was forgetting something!
So, Nala had tapped me out and allowed me to eat my two breakfast sandwiches. The shapes of the cookies had turned out fine
When we had taken care of all the food we could make at the moment, Screeching Cat had wanted to move around the furniture and set it up in the courtyard' to allow space on the balcony and seating near the fountain and by the wall.
Sheep: You're gonna set up the chairs outside?
Screeching Cat: Yeah! So that people have a place to sit and talk outside.
Sheep: But Honey, we're in California.
Screeching Cat: It'll be fine.
Without heeding his warning, Nala, Screeching Cat, and I continued moving chairs and tables. Now, moving these pieces did not involve us carrying them into another room. Instead, Screeching Cat had developed a pulley system using a dog chain to secure the furniture as he lowered it down rom the balcony. Then I looked over to my right:
Sheep: *sigh*
Asian: It wasn't my idea! This is your husband's doing!
Screeching Cat: Hi!
And then he walked away.
As soon as we managed to move out all of the chairs and tables, I volunteered to sweep so that Screeching Cat could arrange everything as he pleased. Worse decision ever.
Readers, you may not know this, but they live in a mansion. So I had to sweep from top-to-bottom: rooftop, stairs to the rooftop, balcony, patio, four sets of stairs to he patio, and a sitting area next to a mini fountain. Not only was a I killing my back and giving myself the most intense arm workout known to mankind, but I was dying in the heat. There came a point that I took off my shirt, not to show my horrific, flabby body, but to assure myself that I did not end up having a heat stroke. Whoever said that slavery and indentured servitude lied. Educators are obviously misinforming the youth of America.
As time had drawn nearer to the party, we hustled and popped in whatever needed to be cooked so that everything came out fresh. Mind you, the food we made were mostly finger foods due to the fact that we were serving up courses for the gays.
Most of you have probably seen me eat and some more than likely not. I am not the person you want to compare anything against. Everything about me is off; I'm not cold, this isn't spicy, yatta yatta yatta. Basically, I am the worst gay ever; especially when it comes to food. When I watch what most gays eat, I feel like I'm witnessing these men starving themselves to death or close to dying of malnutrition. Granted, I understand this whole concept of eating healthy, but really, as long you stay active, you're body will do just fine; sometimes I just want to shove a steak down their throats. Any who, the point of this observation is that I eat like a pig. You throw food in front of me, it's gone. You have enough food to be able to fit into your hands, I have enough to feed an African village. But do I care? Absolutely not! Say what you will, but don't you dare get between me and my food.
When we had finally finished cooking everything and prepping the table, the hour had come to finally greet the guests into their home. As Nala and I hovered around the background, we just found ourselves lounging and relaxing, waiting for midnight to strike so that we could go to sleep. Don't get me wrong, readers, I did have pleasant conversations with some people, but nothing I would call "blog worthy"; just a good time for me.
So when the clock hit that time, I finally had my first New Years kiss.
Did I skip some parts leading to that? Yes. But that was intentional. All you need to know is that I had a kiss.
With that in mind, I can't wait for what this new year has to offer me and to what adventures I'll have the opportunity of exploring.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, READERS!
Sincerely,
An Asian
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