10 Things I'm Thankful For

1. I'm thankful for my mom's cooking. I'd choose her food over any 5 star restaurants.
2. I'm thankful for becoming an American citizen knowing that other countries including my own have more hardships.
3. I'm thankful for music, because I can listen to it no matter what I feel.
4. I'm thankful for smiles and laughter others being happy make me feel happy too.
5. I'm thankful for art and knowing I can create it as well. It shows more than just a picture and I admire it so much.
6. I'm thankful for my bed. It's nice to know that you woke up alive and well in your warm bed.
7. I'm thankful for living in a safe and quiet town.
8. I'm thankful for good people. They don't even have to be a friend, but you feel glad that you know someone with a good heart.
9. I'm thankful for books as if they were little portable movies.
10. I'm thankful for my family with the little things and big sacrifices for me. I'm incredibly happy that I have a happy and healthy family who will support me for my happiness.

Not So Glorious Food

The worst moment that I have ever encountered with food is balut. I love food, but even though I have eaten weird dishes balut particularly haunts me. Balut is a popular dish in South East Asian countries. It is a duck or a chicken's egg that is cooked when the bird is still developing. I would attach a photo, but I'd rather not see this dish when I look on my blog.

When I was little I used to love balut (before I knew that there was a bird inside). There was a soup in the egg that I thought tasted so good, and there was yolk inside the egg that I would eat as well. My grandma told me recently that she'd make sure the bird was very small to eat. Although, there was a time when I saw a bird's head popping out of my egg that wasn't quite small. I used my hands to cover my mouth to keep from screaming in horror. My family thought it was no big deal that a zombie looking baby bird was right in front of me. I watched them take the birds and slip them into their mouths as if they were nothing. My eyes would get wider in fear. No wonder my mom would open my balut, so I could not see the bird after she ate it. This was a terrifying experience for me as a child and a reason of my fear towards birds. A goal for me is to eat this bird and sleep in peace without it to haunt me ever again.