Part 149- Hectic and Stressful!

For the last 1 and ½ -ish years I have been doing remote school. That means, I have not been to school for over a year…until now. I’ve only given you a small glance into what the first few days have been for me, and now, I’d like to share my experience after a full week.

Before I talk about my week, let me give a quick explanation of how school last year was like for me. 

In remote learning there wasn’t much expectation set for us as compared to in-person students. For example, several activities or projects would be taken from our curriculum because we were digital learners. Because of that, most of the assignments were extremely simple. (With the exception of Shakespeare.) Not only that, the teachers were very easy going on us. There was no pressure on us about coming into Tutorials to make up/redo  work or any “before class ends” deadlines. From that type of relaxed mindset, it was easy for students, including myself, to quickly lose a lot of the good study/working habits we used to have and develop some unhealthy ones. For example, listening to music all the time, completing assignments during another class, taking advantage of the off-camera feature of zoom and snaking messages to friends, or even just procrastinating and lazing around a lot. 

( I’m not saying all remote students were like this as some did really well throughout the online school year, but I’m giving out some of the habits I, and possibly many other students, developed throughout it.)  

I didn’t think much about it at first, but during our school’s awards ceremony, the realization dawned on me. And when it did, I was unbelievably upset. Throughout that night, my friends each went home with at least two awards, including an A honor roll. I went home with just an A honor roll. I never got called again, and watched and clapped as my friends got called up many times. Later, as the auditorium emptied out, we all came together and talked for a bit. We all laughed and chattered as if it was no big deal how they all could barely hold their medals while I held onto a measly paper. Nothing clicked  in my mind that anything went wrong. Not even when we took a photo all together. In that photo we’re all smiling, and even through my mask, it looks as if I’m proud. I hate that photo. I hate how I  have the audacity to even smile. I hate how it looks as if I’m fine and it was the greatest thing that had happened to me. Later when we were driving home, my parents pointed it out to me and I agreed. Even at that time, it still did not come to me what had happened. It was only until we came home and were reviewing for my Marathi finals that I realized what happened. It was as if the weather followed my mood. The grey clouds had darkened more and more as we went home and poured down on us as soon as I left to use the bathroom, and cried my eyes out. Everything came to me and I realized how the year became. I scolded and criticized myself for everything I did, and believed I had failed. I felt low and realized how foolish I must have looked hours before. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for wasting a potential year and for dropping to a level lower than acceptable. I felt extremely humiliated with myself and swore that it would never happen again. From that moment onwards, I decided that I was going to pull myself up and make next year the best I can, no matter what it takes. 

Starting a new year is always challenging. But it was especially challenging for me as I had been remote for more than a year. I forgot how I’d have to skillfully navigate through the densely packed halls of students bustling to get to their next class within a span of 4 minutes, work in a fast-paced curriculum, manage and use my time in class effectively so I have less work at home, and so much more. In addition to that, I also have kickboxing, tutoring, and the usual Friday Marathi class after school, giving me less time to complete my work. So, the first week of school pretty much drove me mad. Maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration.

With a new environment and fully-packed weekly schedule, what else is left? Goals. I had decided last year that I wanted to work hard this year. How hard? So hard that I need to maintain a 100 average in every class, on every test, assignment, activity, etc. I needed to fully ace everything I did this year, and that meant by going beyond what is expected. It’s a challenge, but a necessary one. I needed to pull myself up from where I was last year. And so far, it’s been a rocky start.

One, I’ve already gotten a few grades below a 100. Two, I’ve taken on kickboxing and tutoring my neighbor who has just started his middle school era, leaving me with less time than before to complete my work. Third, I got sick. 

Let me start with the last one. No, it’s nothing major, just the common cold. After doing online learning for over a year, you pretty much stay at home for the whole day. As a result, my immune system didn’t get much exposure to any viruses, causing me to get easily sick within my first week out. That’s pretty much why I spent 3 days of school acting like an alien. It was incredibly awkward when I get up in the middle of class to randomly blow my nose or when all of a sudden I make a sound that sounds like I’m laughing. Good thing masks hide most of your face. 

I have kickboxing every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday- 6 to 6:45 on the weekdays while 10:45-12 on Saturday- and have decided to tutor my neighbor on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I then have Marathi School on Fridays. AT the end of the day, I’m already exhausted from school, and half an hour to get only the review portion of my work done. After that I’ve got to go to class or help out my friend, and resume my work by around 7-8:30. I’m not used to having such a packed schedule like most students do so I’ve been having some trouble with getting all my work finished. Hopefully it’ll get easier soon and I’ll be able to complete everything without any worries. 

Lastly, grades. For me, the main reasons for some of my “worst grades” so far is because of 7th grade review and working with partners. I don’t like to work in groups that often, but when I have to, it stresses me out a lot. For example, on Friday in my ELA class we got an official seating chart, and I am table mates with two boys. I don’t mind boys, they’re pretty chill and I like hanging out with them. But, my problem is that our next grade in that class, analytical paragraph, involves working with our table mates. Oh boy. We barely got a proper topic sentence within the 30 minutes given because the boys would do everything but focus on the assignment. Who knew boys would talk about haircuts and stuff? I was so done with them, and it had only been a day. Apart from that, there was a measuring activity in my engineering class which we had to solve with a team. We ended up getting a terrible score, and so we’ve planned to go fix that. 

And then there’s the 7th grade review. I had a Science quiz on review from 7th grade science, and I got an 86. Saying that I remember at least half of what I learned in science last year, is a lie. I took the entire course through an app, and I barely remember 30% of it. So, when I took the quiz on Friday, even after reviewing the concepts, I blanked out and got an 86.  But, the past is in the past. The most I can do is assure that my next grades are all 100’s. 

Long story short, online school sucks. It’s not really the curriculum’s fault, but rather mine. I was the one who got into the relaxed mood and took everything so easily. But, I have to say the way that online school works is what causes the mood to be developed. In the end, I am extremely glad to finally be back at school. I have missed going to school in person and actually participating in projects and activities a lot, so, going back was really special for me. I hope that I can get used to the feeling though. Hopefully everything will calm down soon. Until then, bye!

Part 148- Fighting another’s battle

I want to bring up this topic because it’s become more common around me. Even if I find it more commonly in the typical back-to-school drama going on, but also in between some international levels. Before that, let’s have a quick refresher.
School started for me last Wednesday, and despite being there for only four days, there has been A LOT of drama. There have been a lot of different aspects within all this, but there is one very specific part I want to talk about.

So, there has been a lot of disagreements over who sits with who at lunch. One main argument happened Thursday-ish where two of my friends had a disagreement with one another, and one friend texted me about it. Let’s call this friend…Coni. Coni and the other is Glasses. What happened is, Coni sat with another friend of hers. We cannot control who she is friends with, but this certain friend is currently on bad terms with me and is not very much liked by Glasses. Since Coni decided to sit with that friend instead of the two of us that day, Glasses got upset and texted Coni about it later that afternoon. As a result, the two had a disagreement, and later Coni comes to me saying how Glasses unfriended her. Coni talked about how mean Glasses was acting, and when I soon became annoyed at her rants, Coni says that I was being mean as well and did not defend her. And here’s where the pinnacle comes.

Should we fight others’ battles?

Yes. An immediate response. Well, why wouldn’t you? Isn’t it right to help others when they need help? Yes, and no. Helping others is right, but it depends on whose battles are more worth fighting.

This question comes from one simple text I got from my friend. “You did absolutely nothing to defend me.” Amid a minor argument between us two, a question was burning in my head after a text. “Why should I defend you?” To any onlooker, I might sound harsh or even cold. But, I had my reasons. When I first read the text, I immediately asked myself if it was ever established that I was supposed to stick up for her by default. Sure, I’m a pretty kind person and I’ll stand up for anyone in trouble, but it just didn’t feel right. For instance, it felt like she expected me to always fight her battles or always be on her side no matter what. Second, my friend was never in a place where she could not stand up for herself or was struggling to fight. She was more than capable to solve the matter herself, yet she expected me to help her.

One should not fight anothers’ battles unless they are worth fighting. If someone cannot fight their battle, then someone should help them. If some freshman kid is being bullied by a bunch of seniors, shouldn’t someone step in to help that kid? Someone should help him stand up for himself until he is strong enough to stand up for himself. Similar with countries. When some allied countries are suffering or cannot fight in their battle, shouldn’t a friend come and support them until they can once again? Yes. They should. But they should also be aware of the ones that are not meant to be fought in.

If you unnecessarily get in someone else’s battle, not only will there be a bigger problem, but you will also be gone against by the original opponent, and the one you were trying to help. You are interfering with someone’s personal matter. The only time it is necessary to interfere, is when it shows they cannot fight their own battle, or when they ask you to help do so. Otherwise, it is best to stay out of it and let matters be.

So, should I have defended Coni? What if she really could not defend herself and believed I would help her? Wouldn’t that make me a bad person? But, based on what happened, I believe that I should not have defended her. Do you think otherwise? Should I have fought her battle, or should I have not?

147- Between Worlds

You may be wondering why I’ve chosen to write a story instead of a research-blog this time. Well, I wanted to try something new out. I’ve always loved to write my own stories, and I’ve always wanted to share them with other people. So, I thought it would be fin to try and publishing one on my blog. I also wanted to try a different style when writing and see what you think. This  is my first time writing a short story and having a completed story, so it may not be on of my best works. But, I do want to know what you think! Presenting: Between Worlds.

Between Worlds

A shot straight to the head. That’s all you need to finish a job. Adonis lowered the gun before turning away from the body. He tossed the weapon at one of his men before wiping away the splattered blood with a towel.

“You know what to do…” He growled, giving a sharp glance at the others before walking away. Being the most feared criminal under lord in the world, it was common to have enemies, no matter how low they were. A few petty criminals were child’s play for Adonis. After leaving the scene, Adonis boarded the car waiting for him and closed his eyes. The silence in the car was frightening as a man with a dark, king-like presence sat in the back. 

“Sir,” The driver called out. Adonis glanced at the driver before closing his eyes again. The driver continued after receiving the okay. 

“Housekeeper Adler called earlier and wanted to remind you of the gala that was tonight.” Adonis hummed in approval. 

“He also wanted to remind you to dress sharply. Perhaps for the ladies?” The driver suggested, glancing into the rear-view mirror. Adonis glared at the driver.

“Do you have a death wish?” The driver chuckled and turned back to the road. The hushed sound of rain followed as silence once again fell. Shortly after, the driver slowed to a stop. 

“Identification?” A gruff voice asked. The driver rolled up his sleeve and showed the emblem crest burnt into his flesh. A mark of Adonis. Anyone who was involved with him in any way had the mark on themselves. Close members had it in the flesh while minor associates simply wore a hidden accessory. The security guard acknowledged the mark after comparing it to his own, and let the driver go. The towering gate ahead creaked open and welcomed them. The car drove forward to the house beyond.

Even in the gloomy weather, the house ahead shone brightly and showed signs of warmth. The driver drove to the smaller building in front of the house and stopped. The door next to Adonis opened and a man in his late 40’s held an umbrella out for him. Adonis got out of the car and the driver drove off. 

“Old man, you will break your arms if you try to cover me with the umbrella.” Adonis said, taking the umbrella out of the housekeeper’s hands. The housekeeper looked helpless as Adonis ended up covering him instead. The two walked to the second level of the building and to the wide entrance in the middle. Adonis closed the umbrella once the two stepped inside, and slung it over his shoulder.  After a lengthy walk through the tunnel, the two took the lift that emerged to the surface and stepped inside the mansion.

“Adonis, the maids have already prepared a suit for you. The driver will come back in another two hours.” Housekeeper Adler instructed. Adonis nodded and made his way upstairs to his room. About an hour later he came back down in a dark grey suit, looking extremely noble. 

“How do I look?” Adonis asked Housekeeper Adler. The housekeeper smiled, his light grey mustache lifting upwards. 

“ Excellent as always. Apart from that, there are some things you have to know about the gala.’ Housekeeper Adler led Adonis to the study and typed something into the computer. The computer then projected a profile on the huge TV screen in front of them.

“ This is Maddlestrom, the host for tonight. Rich, powerful, handsome, name it all. However, he is not the focus.” Housekeeper Adler paused and pulled up the gala details. “ There will be an auction tonight. I’m not sure what it will be on, but according to our resources, something important will be in number 305. ” The housekeeper looked at Adonis. Adonis nodded.

“Got it.” 

“Well then, have fun tonight. I hope you know your limits.” Housekeeper Adler reminded him. Adonis shook his head helplessly before heading out the mansion. He boarded the waiting Rolls Royce, and they drove off. About twenty minutes later the car stopped in front of a grand hotel. Rolled out on the floor was a long, red carpet and cameras were being feverishly clicked. An assistant opened the door, and Adonis stepped out. He straightened his suit and walked down the carpet, ignoring the cameras. As soon as Adonis stepped into the hotel, he could tell the atmosphere was dangerous. Of course, with over 30 different underlords attending, one would have to be on their toes. Adonis, however, remained at ease and casually strolled through the crowds. Short pleasantries were exchanged between the guests. Adonis acknowledged a few of them before finding his seat near the VIP area. He preferred to stick to himself and only chose to mingle when necessary. Adonis observed the room, noting the guests’ expressions, actions, and small details. 

“Ah, Adonis, thank you for attending my gala,” A voice came. Adonis turned around and stood up. 

“Thank you instead for inviting me.” Adonis replied, taking the champagne glass held out to him from the man.

“ Well, I could only try. It’s more of my honor to host you tonight.” The man replied humbly. Adonis smiled.

‘Well then, shall we have a drink to that, Maddlestrom? Here’s to your gala.” The two clinked glasses before taking a sip. Maddlestrom exchanged goodbyes with Adonis before venturing to the next guest. Adonis sat back down, and continued observing the guests. He swirled the drink thoughtfully before chugging it down in one go, and taking another. Despite having a high alcohol tolerance, Adonis rarely drank. But, since this was a special occasion, he didn’t mind being a bit reckless. Soon, everyone settled down and the night began. The atmosphere became lively as people ate and drank with one another. Excited chatter resounded through the room. Adonis remained quiet the whole time, eating peacefully. Soon dinner had also ended. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you could please make your way to the first floor, to the right will be an auditorium. Our auction will begin shortly there in just a few minutes.” Maddlestrom announced. Everyone excitedly got up and made their way upstairs. Adonis found his seat,and picked up the guide and bid paddle. He scanned through the guide before his eyes caught a particular one. 305. Adonis chuckled to himself. Housekeeper Adler was right, this bid was going to be important. All the guests slowly began to fill the auditorium. 

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen. The auction will now begin.  As you know, this time’s auction is from the recent underwater find. It consists of ancient treasure rumored to be from multiple kingdoms in the past. We will start with number 273.” An assistant brought out an antique chest filled with gems and rusted swords. “ Starting with 5 million, anyone for 5 million?” The bids began one by one and the auction items moved down one by one. By now Adonis was already bored to his wits.

“Number 305,” The auctioneer announced. Adonis sat up in realization and watched as two assistants brought out a glass chest. In the chest, settled securely between the velvet were 5 gold rings, each fitted with a different polished jewel. Even after being abandoned underwater for thousands of years, they still looked dazzling. 

“ These beautiful jewel encrusted 5-set rings will start at 25 million.” Adonis remained quiet. It wasn’t just the time to bid. Soon the others started to bid. 30 million, 45, 60… 

“ 65 million!” The Auctioneer announced. By then only one person was willing to bid that high. Adonis quickly snatched the opportunity and raised his paddle.

“80 million.”He announced. The other bidder stayed quiet, unable to bid higher. 

“Going once, going twice, SOLD!” The auctioneer announced. Adonis let out a satisfied grin before relaxing once again.Compared to the start, after the bid on 305 the event started to speed up. Items were being sold as soon as they came out. Adonis paid no attention to them and started to space out.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen for attending the auction tonight. Have a lovely night, everyone.” The auctioneer said. Adonis snapped back to reality and immediately stood up. Before he left, Maddlestrom quickly approached him.

“Ah, Adonis, before you go would you mind participating in a special raffle?” Adonis raised his eyebrow. Maddlestrom started to panic and reject the idea seeing the expression. However, a simple reply stopped him.

“Why not?” Adonis had a slight, goofy grin on his face and followed Maddlestrom to a group of people. 

“All right, now that we are all here, please write down your name on one ticket, as well as an address.”

“Why an address?” A tall, proud woman asked. Maddlestrom chuckled.

“It’s a simple gift, I assure you.” He replied. The guests nodded and each filled out the ticket as instructed. One by one they all submitted it to Maddlestrom before taking their leave. Adonis was the last to submit his, but was stopped by Maddlestrom before leaving.

“I really do appreciate you coming, Adonis.” The man said. Adonis looked at him  and nodded before leaving. His Rolls Royce soon pulled up to him, and Adonis boarded.

“Busy night?” The driver asked. Adonis chuckled.

“Not really. It was mainly a flashy event to show off Maddlestrom’s apparent humbleness and generosity.” The driver also chuckled.

“Did you drink much?” The driver couldn’t help but ask, seeing Adonis’ lively tone.

“A bit. Not that much to get too tipsy though.” Adonis replied, looking out at the pitch black sky. The driver nodded and the rest of the ride was in silence. 

“Here, sir.” The driver said, pulling up in front of the mansion. Adonis nodded and wished the driver a good night before making his way to the mansion.

“Good evening, Housekeeper Adler,” Adonis greeted. The housekeeper momentarily froze before smiling. 

“ Good evening, Adonis. The heirlooms are being polished and will be ready for you to see tomorrow morning. You should go to bed. It’s already late.” Adonis nodded before heading upstairs. Adonis shut the bedroom door, and immediately collapsed on the bed. After waiting for some time, Adonis got up and prepared to sleep. As soon as he turned off the light and was under the covers, sleep hit. 

Adonis woke up the next day drowsily. After a quick shower and breakfast, Adonis made his way underground to his private study. Even though he had his own office and a company building to work at, he preferred being here. Here, the true work was done. It was here that all the missions and deals were planned, and here where Adonis controlled the entire underworld. Adonis stayed in that room the whole day, continuously meeting with other underlords, his own men, and even government officials. The hours passed by slowly , and Adonis eventually returned upstairs. One hand rubbed his temples as Adonis walked up to his room.

“Adonis, where are you going?” Housekeeper Adler stopped him. Adonis looked at the housekeeper tiredly.

“To sleep.” Adonis said hoarsely.

“What about the child?” Housekeeper Adler asked. Adonis’ ears perked up. Suddenly it felt like sleep had never come to him.

“What child?” Adonis questioned.

“ The child that is currently roaming around in the living room.” The housekeeper deadpanned. Adonis’ eyebrows huddled together as he walked back down the stairs. Housekeeper Adler led him to the living room.

“This child.” Housekeeper Adler said. In the living room was a small girl, no older than 3 or 4, looking around innocently at the two men. Adonis’ eyebrows lifted up in surprise before the quickly pulled Housekeeper Adler to the side.

“When did a child enter the premises?” Adonis asked through gritted teeth.

“ I also am not sure. One of the maids said she came as a gift. Something about a raffle.” Adonis realized what happened. Soon, his face began to turn red from anger. 

“Get Maddlestrom on the phone, now!” Adonis roared, storming into the open study room. Housekeeper Adler quickly searched through the contacts as Adonis paced back and forth. After a few rings, Maddlestrom picked up the call.

“Hello?” A voice answered.

“ Maddlestrom , you better explain as to how a child is currently in my house at this very minute!” Adonis shouted through the phone. The other line was silent before Maddlestrom replied.

“Ah, Adonis… Erm, that would be from the raffle.” Maddlestrom said timidly.

“Oh, like I didn’t figure that out! I asked what a child was doing in my home! I hope you didn’t kidnap her or something and wanted to put the blame on me. Well that wouldn’t be a lovely ending for you would it?!” Adonis asked, voice dripping in malice.

“N-No! S-Sir, I promise, n-nothing l-like that ever happened. T-The raffle was meant t-to be a surprise a-adoption. A-An orphanage I-I collaborated with s-suggested the adoption as a gift.” Maddlestrom said shakily. Adonis closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

“ I see.” Maddlestrom thought there was some hope after hearing Adonis’ reply.


“Did I let you speak?” Adonis asked. Maddlestrom fell silent. Adonis took another deep breath before continuing. “ Is there any way I can give her back?” Maddlestrom paused before speaking.

“N-No. I’m sorry, but the orphanage will not take her back.” Adonis remained silent before hanging up. Housekeeper Adler hesitantly spoke up.

“What do we do with the child?” Adonis let out a laugh. Soon the laugh became a chuckle,and then a roar of laughter as he fell backwards. 

“Oh, what a joke! Me, the biggest criminal underworld has adopted a child. What more, he accidentally did so after stupidly agreeing to take part in a lousy raffle by some lousy host! HA!” Housekeeper Adler fell silent once again. Soon the laughter died down and Adonis regained his composure.

“Do whatever you want with her. Give her a place to stay or not, as long as she stays out of my way and sight, it’ll be fine.” Adonis said harshly, storming out of the room. As soon as he left the study, he saw the girl looking up to him innocently, clutching a ragged stuffed bunny. Adonis glared at her.

“Move, kid.” The girl quickly moved to the side as Adonis continued walking without a reply from her. Adonis made his way upstairs, not sparing another glance towards the girl. Not even the sorrowful look in her eyes made him think twice about his actions. To him, she would be nothing more than an unwanted liability who would only get in his way. 

Weeks and months passed by, but Adonis never changed his cold behavior to the girl. Occasionally, they would cross paths. But it wouldn’t last for too long until Adonis glared at the housekeeper who quickly whisked her away. He often caught a  glimpse of the heartbroken look in her eyes, but brushed it off. After all, she had no meaning in his life whatsoever. 

However, the girl, Viola,  thought differently. Everyday,whenever Adonis came upstairs, she would try to please him. A small drawing or a flower she found in the garden. Everyday she tried to get some love from the man she wanted to call father. But everyday, he would simply ignore her and leave her to be taken away by the maids. 

Until one day….

It was late at night, and Viola woke up by the sudden roar of thunder. She became frightened by the sound, and huddled up in the blankets further, trying to shut out the sound. The sudden downpour of rain made her wake up once again. Viola sat up and wrapped herself in the blanket, shivering. Her eyes widened when she heard a sound outside. Viola hurriedly left the bed and made her way downstairs. She quickly hid behind a couch in fear as footsteps were heard. Viola’s eyes filled with tears as she tried to look for one of the maids. Viola’s head snapped towards the door as it eerily creeped open. A whimper left her mouth as she stared at the door. She gasped as a figure entered the house, soaked in rain. It wasn’t until a sudden flash of lightning went by, that she realized it was Adonis. Relieved, Viola ran over to him and desperately clung to his leg.

“Daddy!” She wailed, sobbing loudly. Adonis on the other hand was startled by the sudden contact. His mood had already been ruined by the rain and a few mishaps at work, and the addition of Viola clinging onto him made him even more upset.

“Housekeeper Adler!!” He roared. Viola suddenly jumped back in fear. Housekeeper Adler and a few other maids quickly rushed into the room and the lights turned on. 

“I thought I told you to keep her away from me! Is that so hard?! She’s just a useless child!” Adonis yelled. Viola started to quiver in fear again and began to sob even louder. 

“Get her out of my sight!” He growled, shooing her away. The maids quickly picked her up and tried to calm her down but Viola continued to cry.

“No! Da-Daddy!” She continued to shout, grasping for Adonis. Adonis didn’t even look at her and went in the opposite direction. Adonis slammed the door shut and threw his coat on the floor. He began to thrash around, messing up the room. The day’s events began to come to him and he started to tear apart the room even more. A good 20 minutes went by and Adonis finally calmed down. Breathing heavily, Adonis grasped onto the sides of his sink. His chest heaved in anger, before it eventually returned to normal. It somehow angered him how the child suddenly ran and clung to him. But, what surprised him was how he felt when he called her daddy. For some reason, his heart ached when he saw her pitiful state. At that time there was a small urge to console her. But he stubbornly pushed it away, believing it was only his mind playing tricks on him. She was practically an outsider! Adonis closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. 

“I should just forget about it,” He mumbled to himself. Adonis looked at himself in the mirror one last time before turning off the lights. 

Days passed by that incident. Adonis tried his best to forget it, but he couldn’t help but remember how harsh he was. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he felt his heart soften for her. Not only that, Adonis found himself thinking or even looking for her more often. When working, his mind would wonder what made her call him daddy. Or even when he returned from the office or came upstairs from the study, he tried to look for her. But he had no luck. Adonis sighed and knew he was the only one to blame. After all, it was him who screamed for her to be out of his sight. 

Adonis’ mind was in chaos. He was currently in his office and was trying to plan a mission. But his mind wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t focus on anything, and it felt kike his mind forgot everything he knew. Frustrated, Adonis left the office early and left for home. Along the way, he noticed a stuffed bunny in the window of a nearby shop. The stuffed animal reminded him of the ragged one he had always seen Viola carry around. Adonis told the driver to stop, and before he knew it, he had returned with the bunny in his hands. 

After entering the mansion, Adonis roamed around the house in search of Viola. It didn’t take that long to find her drawing happily in the kitchen. She was so focused on her drawing she didn’t even notice Adonis sitting next to her.

“That’s a lovely drawing,” He said. Viola stopped and looked at him wide eyed. She unknowingly began to tremble. Adonis panicked, seeing her terrified state.

“Hey, hey. It’s all right. Shhh, calm down. I won’t hurt you.” He slowly calmed her down until she stopped trembling. The two stared at each other for a while. Adonis finally broke the silence by handing her the bunny.

“I-I got this for you,” He said. Viola hesitantly reached for the bunny. After it was in her grasp, she began to admire it. Seeing her cute behavior, Adonis couldn’t help but smile to himself. Viola then turned to look at him. 

“Oh, I…I wanted to apologize for that night.” Viola looked at him curiously.

“I-I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m sorry. I was stressed, and I shouldn’t have taken it on you of all people.” Adonis explained anxiously. Viola continued to look at him, listening silently. 

“Can you forgive me?” Adonis asked hopefully. As soon as those words left his mouth, Adonis felt different. Here he was, the most powerful man in the country, pleading for forgiveness from a small child. Viola looked down at the bunny in her hands and then at Adonis. She slowly nodded her head. Adonis smiled in relief. Viola resumed drawing again and Adonis continued to watch her.

“What are you drawing?” Adonis asked, trying to start another conversation. Viola glanced at him and then at her drawing.

“ A flower,” She answered.

“Ohh, can I see?” Adonis asked, leaning forward. Viola showed him and he grinned at the messily drawn flower. “It’s very pretty.” Viola nodded and smiled. The two soon began to talk more. Even if it was through one-sentence answers or brief nods, they communicated well together. Viola started to open up more around him, now that Adonis let her. The two were fully immersed in their own world that they didn’t notice the fond looks the maids and housekeeper had when they saw them. Seeing the two different personalities open up to each other melted one’s heart instantly. 

This went on for a while. Everyday Adonis would come home in search of Viola and she would eagerly be waiting for him. Even though he was extremely busy, he tried to change his schedules so he could spend every evening talking to her and hearing about her day. It was the best way for him to forget about his worries and stress. As his heart began to soften, he slowly started to accept her, and even started to think of her more in a daughterly way. Even Viola felt happier. She began to feel the love she didn’t know she craved for, and cherished every ounce of it. But she didn’t know that it would come to an end.

As usual, Viola waited patiently for Adonis to come back. She glanced at the clock often, even if she couldn’t read it, and stared at the entrance of the mansion. She suddenly heard a click and gasped, knowing that Adonis had come back. However, just as she was about to embrace him, he glared at her coldly and went up to his room. Viola froze. She didn’t expect this cold reaction, and was overwhelmed with emotions. Crying, she suddenly ran out of the house. The maids were too late to notice she left, as they were all in the kitchen. Even Housekeeper Adler didn’t notice. It was only 2 hours later did someone take notice and the house erupted into panic. 

“What;s happening?” Adonis asked, rushing downstairs.

“It seems Viola has run away,” Housekeeper Adler said in a panicked voice. Adonis’ eyes widened. 

“W-what? How? And why didn’t you notice?!” Adonis suddenly yelled. The housekeeper could only hang his head down, ashamed. “NO! It wasn’t supposed to be like this! She could be anywhere by now! Where-“ Just then, Adonis’s phone rang. An eerie silence immediately filled the room as everyone listened to the ringtone. Adonis picked up his phone.


“I did what I said, didn’t I? Your precious friend is with me, and if you want to see her again, I suggest you follow what I say.” Adonis remained quiet, listening to the voice.

“ Good. Now, in exchange for her, I want 10 shipments of firearms, and all of your top three resources. Meet me at the abandoned carpark near Lilac Valley at 11:30. If not, she dies.” The other line hung up before Adonis could speak. Frustrated,Adonis smashed his phone on the ground. 

“What did that mean?” Housekeeper Adler asked.

“H-He called me before. Maddlestrom. This morning, at work. I-I took it lightly, but I-I didn’t know she would run out. I-I thought s-she would be safe, and that h-the was bluffing. B-but now…” Adonis’s voice trailed off as tears began to fill his eyes. Everyone watched as tears streamed endlessly down his face. After some time. He quickly wiped them off and a deadly expression was seen. 

“Assemble everyone. Let them know to meet me in the armory. We’re getting back Viola, and killing that bastard tonight.” Adonis left the room and drove to the office. As soon as he arrived, everyone was already assembled. 

“Listen up! Tonight you absolutely cannot screw up. Tonight we are going to be saving a child and I don’t care who does it but, kill Maddlestrom. That bastard already thinks he’s won the world when he tries threatening me with her. Now,it’s time for him to pay.” Adonis turned around, ready to leave but was stopped by one of his men.

“Sorry sir, but who are we saving?” Adonis looked at him dead in the eye.

“My daughter,”

The clock struck 11:20. Adonis watched as 30 of his men quietly entered the abandoned car park. They all confirmed their positions before Adonis made his way there. The clock struck 11:30.

“Adonis, welcome!” Maddlestrom greeted Adonis, pleased that he had arrived on time. Surrounding them were many bodyguards, all focused on the two people speaking. 

“Where is Viola?” Adonis growled dangerously. Maddlestrom chuckled.

“Anxious to see your daughter?” Adonis’s fists clenched.

“Bring her out,” Maddlestrom instructed. Two bulky men dragged Viola out. Adonis’s heart wrenched in pain as he saw her gagged and tied up. A few minor wounds were on her body, but she was terrified. 

“Let her go,” Adonis ordered. He tried not to plead, but the slight crack n his voice gave it away. Maddlestrom’s grin widened.

“First, the resources.” 

“They’ve already been shipped to your dock.” Adonis replied. Maddlestrom immediately called someone as soon as he heard this. MeanwhileAdonis couldn’t help but sneer. This greedy bastard took the bait so easily. Maddlestrom’s face dropped in disappointment as soon as he heard that there was no shipment. Maddlesrom turned to look at Adonis, and pulled out his gun. Adonis quickly reacted, doing the same. 

“Wrong move, Adonis. Wrong move.” Maddlestrom warned. Adonis only chuckled.

“I think it’s the other way around.” Adonis gave his cue and suddenly gunfire erupted. The bodyguards pulled out their guns in reflex and started shooting as well. Maddlestrom began shouting curses and orders while trying to retaliate. Adonis on the other hand swiftly took out the men holding Viola and ran over to her. Quickly freeing her, Adonis dropped his gun and embraced Viola. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my dear. I’ll never leave you again.” Adonis whispered.Viola cried and clutched onto his shirt tighter. Adonis quickly glanced at Maddlestrom before signaling one of his men to protect Viola.

“Viola,dear, listen. This man will protect you, okay? He will take you outside. Make sure you listen to him. Go!” Adonis quickly handed Viola to the man and the two quickly left the scene. By now almost all of Maddlestrom’s men were dead. Maddlestrom was shooting recklessly at the others as they continued to do the same. Soon no one was left. All of Adonis’s men had retreated and Maddlestrom’s men were lying unconscious in pools of blood. While Maddlestrom’s gaze was distracted, Adonis shot him in the shoulder. Maddlestrom jerked back before looking at Adonis.

“Heh,” Maddlestrom was about to shoot Adonis but Adonis beat him to it. Two more shots. One to the stomach and one to the leg. Maddlestrom was now on his knees. Adonis took one last aim before killing Maddlestrom. A shot to the head. 

Months after that incident, Adonis officially claimed Viola as his daughter. Even if their first meeting wasn’t perfect, they would always be together after that. They were father and daughter. Two different worlds that came together, in between. 

Part 146- Types of Martial Arts

Just last week at my kickboxing class, there had been a mix-up and the instructors thought I wanted to test for Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. I was very much confused after the uniform was given to me, and a few minutes later the issue was resolved. Later, when my dad asked me about the mix-up, I couldn’t help but wonder what was the difference between Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Japanese Jiu-Jitsu. After reading about the two individual sports, I was very surprised and wanted to learn more about the other types of martial arts as well. 

Types of Martial Arts:


  • A combat sport that involves attacking and defense with the fists. Or more specifically, punching.


  • Kickboxing is a group/mix of stand-up combat sports which is based on kicking and punching. It is developed from karate and is mixed with boxing. 
Source: { The Times of India


  • Karate is a martial art that is mainly focused on self-defense and self-discipline. Instead of going on the offensive, learners are taught to control, deflect, and disable attacks. Karate in Japanese means, “open hand”. 
Source: {ISPO


  • Meaning, “gentle art”, Jiu-Jitsu is focused on manipulating the opponent’s force against themselves. It is usually unarmed or with a minor weapon, and can be used in a defensive or offensive manner to kill or subdue opponents. 
Source: {Wikipedia}

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu:

  •  Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is a martial art and combat sport based on ground-fighting and submission holds. It’s main focus is on the skill of taking an opponent down to the ground, controlling the opponent, gaining a dominant position, and using a number of techniques to forces them into submission. 
Source: { Wikipedia}

Kung Fu:

  • Kung Fu is actually used to define ANY skill, study, or discipline learned through Chinese martial arts. It can also “signify careful preparation for the performance of any skillful endeavor without any interference from the intellect of emotions.
Source: { China Vistos}


  • Originating from Korea, Taekwondo is known as “the art of punching and kicking.” This martial art that attacks or defends with hands or feet and without any weapons. While physical training is important, Taekwondo has great significance in fostering the right mind through mental armament. 
Source: { Team USA}

Comparing Closer:

  • Tables

Originating Country





Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu

Kung Fu














Fighting Style





Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu

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Karate and Taekwondo:

Despite both sounding similar in fighting, there is a very subtle difference between both sports. Karate, as I mentioned before is called “open hand” and focuses more on hand attacks. The legs are mostly grounded and kicks are mainly used as backup. Taekwondo on the other hand includes more kicking, jumping, and spinning. Hands are used as backups. Both sports, however, teach patience and discipline, and have a full-body workout. 

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu ( BJJ) and Jiu-Jitsu:

Fighting styles aren’t the only difference between these two sports. ( Or originating countries either.) These two sports are different in use. Jiu-Jitsu was originally developed for samurai, and is more suitable for real-life combat situations. BJJ instead is primarily used for sport with a focus on grappling. They both focus on self-defense, but Japanese Jiu-Jitsu requires strikes while BJJ does not. There also differences in belt systems, training, equipment, and rules. 
Note: Despite that there are differences between the other sports as well, I felt like these two comparisons should be highlighted the most. 

Kickboxing and Boxing:

Even though the difference between these two is easy to tell, I just wanted to give my opinion on them. For the past month or so I’ve been going to kickboxing classes abut 3 days every week. Each time I go I feel different. In a good way. It’s become something I enjoy and have fun with. Even though there are ties I suddenly feel anxious and might dread it, in the end I feel good. I think the bets part of kickboxing, for me, is the kicking. I love to kick. I just feel that it’s one of the best strengths I have and I definitely want to keep improving them each time I go. Boxing itself is also exciting, but it doesn’t give me full access to my legs, making me weak in that area. I would rather have some idea on how to use both my lower and upper body than just one half. That way I can be in the know about what to do if I get attacked, and also just be able to use my strength in all the ways possible. 

In the end…

Even though I haven’t tried all these sports, I feel like kickboxing is the one for me. Once you start one, you’ll know which one suits you and you will immediately latch on. I’ve done some wrestling/BJJ in classes, and it doesn’t appeal to me like kickboxing does. Even if I am and might forever be dead-set on kickboxing, after reading about these different sports, I might try some of them out top see how it goes. Until then, I’ll work on getting better at kickboxing. 

Part 145- Olympics Trivia: Hidden Level

 In honor of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics, today’s post is going to be a special trivia on the Olympics. As you know from the title, this is Level: Hidden, which means it is a special level. There is only one of this level, and only exists in one place. Here. There are 7 questions, and will alternate between multiple-choice, and “written answers”.  Be aware, it will be a slight challenge. So, let us test your Olympics knowledge and learn something new!

Question 1:

How often are the Olympic Games held?
A) Every year
B) Every 2 years
C) Every 4 years
D) Every 8 years


If you answered C, you are correct. The Olympic Games are normally held every 4 years, alternating between the Summer and Winter Olympic Games every 2 years, within that period. However, before this two-year period was decided, from 1924-1992 the two games used to occur in the same year. 

Question 2:

Why are the Olympic Games held every 4 years?
  • Please take 2-3 minutes to converse


The Olympic Games are held every 4 years to respect the ancient origin of the Olympic Games, which were held every four-years in Olympia. The four-year interval between Ancient Games was named an “Olympiad”, and was used for dating purposes as time was counted in Olympiads, and not years. 

Question 3:

The five Olympic Rings below are symbolic of 5 continents. Which 5 continents?
The Olympic Rings
Source { Pixabay}
A) North America, South America, Eurasia, Africa, Oceania ( Australia)
B) Europe, Asia, America, Africa, Oceania
C) America, Europe, Antarctica, Asia, Africa
D) North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Africa


The answer is B, Europe, Asia, America, Africa, and Oceania. North and South America are counted as one- America. Plus, I don’t think we have any Penguin athletes that compete. If we do, I would love to see them at the Winter Games. Penguin athletes, fighting!

Question 4:

What do the colors of each ring correspond to?
  • Please take 2-3 minutes to converse


Each Olympic ring corresponds to…national flags. Baron Pierre de Coubertin, founder of the Olympic Movement, specifically chose these colors- blue, black, red, yellow, green, and white from the flag background- because at least one color appear on all the national flags of the world. Impressive, right?

Question 5:

Which medal is the only “pure” medal? ( Which one is made completely out of the metal it is?)
A) Gold
B) Silver
C) Bronze
The Tokyo 2020 Olympic Medals
Source: { Gear Patrol }


The answer is B, Silver. Despite the popular belief that Gold medals are made of pure gold, this hasn’t been the case since the 1912 Olympics. Today’s Gold Medals are composed of only 6 grams of gold– to meet the standard laid out in the Olympic Charter- and the rest is silver. Bronze, on the other hand, are made up of red brass. Not bronze. So, Silver medals are the only medals you could say are “pure”. 

Question 6:

Why do athletes bite their medals? ( Hint: It involves merchants)
  • Please take 2-3 minutes to converse
Source { The Today Show}


Well, it all goes back to ancient times when merchants would check coins to see if they were a forgery or the precious metal they needed. To do so, they would bite on the coin, as lead coins would be left with bite-marks, while a gold coin would not. However, since pure gold is a soft metal with a 2.5 score on the Mohs scale, it would leave mark if bitten. But, lead coins are softer than gold coins, and would have more visible bite marks. Ironically, as I mentioned before, gold medals are not of pure gold, so, if bitten they would not leave dent marks. Eventually, biting a coin has more become a tradition for fun, or simply as an iconic shot for photographers to capture. 

Question 7:

Athletes in the ancient Olympic Games used to compete in nude.
A) True
B) False


The correct answer is A, true. The word gymnasium actually originated from the Greek root, gymnos, which means nude. The literal translation for gymnasium is, “school for naked exercise”.  While nudity in today’s sporting events are onsidered scandalous, in ancient times, it proved a sign of fearlessness, courage, power, and even a considered a tribute towards the gods. 


Note: The Bonus part will not consist of any questions, but instead share some more unknown facts. Enjoy!
We’ve all seen the torchbearers lighting up the Olympic Cauldron at the Opening Ceremony. It’s considered a tradition that marks the official start the Olympic Games, and has been done every Olympics.  It may seem like it’s an ancient tradition when it actually isn’t. In fact, the Olympic Torch Relay has its roots in the 1936 Berlin Olympics. Carl Diem, Chief Organizer of the Olympic Games, “conceived the relay as a propaganda tool for the Nazi party to showcase the supposed superiority of the Aryan Race.” The relay passed through Greece, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, Hungary, Austria, and Czechoslovakia, who would all succumb to Nazi rule within 10 years. Still, it is a remarkable tradition. 
In all honesty, I only learned about the relay this morning and I was very confused with the relay route. I was surprised at how torchbearers would often run from one to another across countries to pass the torch to the hosting country. So, from Olympia, Greece, the first torchbearers will travel to the previously hosting country, and from there, they will run to the current hosting country. The Olympic torch is lit in the old-fashioned way in an ancient ceremony at the temple of Hera, in Greece. Actresses, wearing costumes of Greek priestesses, use a parabolic mirror and sun rays to kindle the torch. What amazed me even more was how sacred each fire was. If the flame in the torch goes out, which is very rare, there are lanterns with those specific flames from the lit fire to reignite it if necessary. 
However, after the 2008 Beijing Olympics, the torchbearers no longer ran, and instead the flames travel by plane. 
Lighting Ceremony of the Olympic Flame in 2018
Source: { CGTN }
Did you know there are two special friendship medals? At the 1936 games in Berlin, two Japanese pole vaulters, both tied for second place, and were set for a tie-breaker to decide who took silver and who took bronze. The two declined the offer, and instead cut the two medals in half. They then fused the bronze and silver medals, creating two new ‘friendship medals’. 
One of the ‘friendship medals’
Source: { Wikipedia
London 2012 is one of the most landmark moments for the Olympics. The 2012 Olympic Games was known as the Women’s Games because it was the first summer Olympics that showed true equality. Women were not at all barred for any sport and for the first time in history, each nation sent a female competitor. 
The United States is currently leading in the current Olympics with 63 medals in total which is very impressive. Not only that, the United States has a total of 2,827 medals, the highest number, while everyone else is still below 1,000. 
The Olympics have been on a 1500 year long hiatus before. The original Olympic Games ran from 776 BC to 392 AD, but were abolished by Roman Emperor Theodosius in an attempt to rid his empire of paganism. The Olympics were then revived 1503 years later. Pierre de Coubertin formed the IOC, and the first modern Olympics took place in Athens, Greece. 
The Olympic Motto: “Faster, higher, stronger- together.” 
Source: { slideshare
 From 5 continents, skilled athletes from countries all over the world come together to compete against one another, and fight for the gold.