This post is written after I was totally satisfied eating four balls of ultra-delicious takoyaki(not takiyaki, but i`d LOVE to try it. I completely love anything Japanese), so I decided to – finally - blog.

Here’s a joke before I start writing serious stuff(it’s not really serious stuff. In fact, it’s not serious at all). I have no idea why I placed the word in the sentence. Maybe I should take it out . . . ? Oh whatever.
OK, here’s the joke.
Which way should a fat boy walk? OK, clarification time. I used fat boy for REALLY no intentions of prejudicing anyone. It just came to my mind. And I don’t have anything else to put instead of it, not any that I can think of at this moment.

Oh wait, I just thought of something else. I shall use a fat chicken instead of a boy. Right.
Which way should a fat chicken walk? (LOL)

The answer:
Not the which way.
Yes. Not the WHICH way.
Get it?
Not the WHICH way.

Because if the fat chicken walked the ‘which’ way, it’ll be in a cauldron boiling.

“And dead.” Imitating the Katerina Petrova.

If you still don't get it, go ahead and ask me. Lol . . . I don't think you're even interested.

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My feelings this morning after I fought with my mom(again):
I don’t know what my mom expects of me. I really don’t. She clearly doesn’t understand the quote “NOBODY is perfect’. Oh, and she actually think SHE’S perfect. Sometimes I can’t believe she’s my mom - given to the fact that nobody chooses their mom, I’ll have to go with her way with EVERYTHING for the rest of my life. And did I mention she is really, REALLY stubborn? Nothing is her fault. The fault is never hers. It’s all mine. Every freaking time. Even when its SO obvious that it’s her fault. Yeah.
You know, she’s not always like that(what I meant by ‘not always’, is only in a few hours each day), there are times when she is actually normal.
Well, but other than that, she’s crazy.
I don’t mean crazy crazy, but normal crazy. If you get what I mean.
Though it feels like a matter of time until she gets CRAZY crazy - not that I want her to(i`m not that mean. She’s still MY mom). I`m just . . . stating facts.
Really, since about 3 years ago(or 4), my birthday wish had always been the same. That is, for my mom to be normal and TREAT me normally.
I’ll give you a reason as prove for the above statement.
Does your mom leave you in the lurch when you need help?
Example: I slipped on the wet floor in the washroom, and it hurt. Badly. I was crying, and SHE SAW ME, and did NOTHING.
All I want is her to have some conscience in what she is doing. I mean, as a mom, isn’t it right to show at least some concern to your own daughter . . . ?

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Soo, today’s a Sunday, and i`m really starting to like Sundays.
Because ever since my church’s mass’ timing changed to an earlier time(7.30. That means I have to wake up at the same timing as I do for school), it seems like Sunday is so long. Really. I guess that’s a good thing as the universe is going around so quickly. In no time I’ll be 15. Trust me.

Talking about Sunday mornings . . .
You can not believe how coincidental this is.
Just when I wanted to talk about Sunday mornings, at the same time I was hearing a cover of Sunday Morning by Maroon 5.
Its covered by Andrew Garcia and crew!(sorry, I`m not familiar with them, I just know Andrew)

Here it is:



They’re all so amazing, huh?

Until next time.

Love and regards,
-Chasina

P.S. Okonomiyaki sauce and mayonnaise is the best combination of sauces EVER – because it’s the Japanese way! - , followed by cheese and mayonnaise(which you know, is most common in cheese fries, which I love, too).