April’s History, May’s a Mystery

Morning of April 29th

Nothing else quite matches the cozy glow of a lampshade that makes everything feel so peaceful. My room is suspiciously zen-like, thanks to my sister being at school. I prepared a pitcher of orange juice, because the only way to study with my brain in beast mode is through bribery. If peace had a flavor, it’d be orange and slightly chilled.

April 30th, a Fresh Morning
While munching on a corn cob and sipping ice-cold orange juice, I’m making a to-do list, because without it, I’d study all day and forget I’m supposed to be a fun, interesting person, not a walking textbook.

Lunch break musings
While quietly lost in the world of Thai language, I found myself drawn back, as if by an invisible force, to my favorite violin piece: Vivaldi’s Winter from The Four Seasons. It drives my mind, racing with thunderous speed. Though the 'why' remains a mystery, the sensation is undeniable, every time. And it mirrors the feeling I have toward you.

I occasionally catch myself questioning if I’m journaling for my own enjoyment or I’m unconsciously writing to you.

8:30 P.M. Finished Studying. Mission Accomplished.
Tomorrow, I’ll focus on pronunciation and intonation, while sneaking in a bit of Thai script writing practice over a plate of blueberry waffles. For now, I’m free as a bird, ready to dive into Playing Go (Chinese drama) and Bad Genius (Thai series).