I was gonna do a post this evening showing step by step process of making iced coffee. But it didn’t turn out well. It was tooooo strong. I also drank way too much in the process of adding different ingredients and sipping here and there. At first I thought I was gonna be sick but now I’m just REALLY awake! 😬
So I decided to go around my room and create photo settings and have a shoot.
Here are my results! Enjoy!!
While cleaning my room, I discovered an old notebook of my older sisters. I opened it up to find only one page written on. On this said page was a poem. When I first started reading it, it didn’t make sense but the last sentence really got me interested in it so I read it again. It really is an intriguing poem, so I thought that I would share it with y’all! You may have to read it a second time and rather slowly, but still I hope you like it!
Once upon a time, I was trapped.
How many times had it been?
Have you ever been trapped in a suddenly embarrassing moment that you could’ve gotten over, but people kept sticking it in your face and making fun of you? If so, wanna join my club? I take martial arts, and sometimes embarrassing things happen. It’s just gonna happen. There’s no avoiding ‘em.
Anyway, I was asked to demonstrate a monkey roll, which is similar to a somersault, but you are rolling from your left (or right) shoulder to your right (or left) hip. So at an angle, you are rolling forward. It took me a while to get the hang of monkey rolls, but I finally had it. But I wasn’t asked to just demonstrate a normal monkey roll. I was asked to demonstrate a forwards monkey roll, and then go straight into a backwards monkey roll.
The walls of my life crashed all about me as I heard my Sifu (teacher in Chinese) ask me to do so.
I looked around.
All eyes were on me.
I gulped down the saliva gathering in my mouth.
I took a step forward.
I saluted my teacher with a “yes sir” and rolled into the first step. And then a died inside. I couldn’t do it. I had never been able to do a backwards monkey roll before in my whole life. How was I supposed to do it under pressure?
And I failed.
I tried again.
And failed again.
Sifu came over and began giving me a lesson in front of everyone on how to do a backwards monkey roll. Gosh. My face was beet red and tears pricked at my eyes, but I swallowed it all down. I was the only girl that day in the school, and I wasn’t going to let anyone see that I was embarrassed and wanted to cry.
The worst part though, was that backwards monkey rolls done wrong look really stupid. Yay for me!
After my teacher finished showing me, he had someone else finish demonstrating, and I tried to hide myself at the back of the group.
One boy didn’t want me to forget about it though. He started teasing me lightly about how I messed it up, but then he began saying things like, “Watch the professional do it,” referring to himself. I was fed up with him. But I knew that I couldn’t get mad at him, so I just took it all with a smile, while inside, I was balling like a baby. I had to suffer through that all night long. But I didn’t have to, because if no one had said anything—even to comfort me—I would have been fine.
Instead though, I went through the extra pain of being teased. But the lesson to learn there is self-control. With God by your side, you can get through anything.
Just like I did.