March 31, 2020
Hi.
I'm writing in 2020.
I'm going to tell you, this is surreal.
The future is now, I am now a fully functioning
adult, though I still don't know how to cook. pathetic.
You know what, we are not even yet half through
the 2020, but I never feel more wasted than now.
You see, Covid-19 has taken over globally and it
has infected I guess around 189 countries. It even made the president of Italy
cried because he couldn't do much anymore and 3,000 ++ people died. They even
don't have any more place to bury the deaths.
This is a frustrating era. Plans cancelled, we
convinced dad not to come home since it is safer where he is. School is shut
down until April 5th. I doubt we will go back to work soon.
Work from home is another level of stress. For
the first time, I would rather go to work than working from home. You see, I even
installed wifi connection at home because of this. I wouldn't be here, writing
on a new post of blog if I don't have the connection yet, though. So I'm glad.
I probably went through from blogging for fun /
find international friends and decorating the blog, has cute skin and
blablabla... and ended up writing for nobody to read. I ended up writing for my
own self-healing, to express my emotions, or just to write despite my
undeveloped grammar.
I will probably write more.
Stay at home!
