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Sunday, March 29, 2026

Where did snakes come from?

March 29, 2026

It was 10:21 a.m. on Sunday. I made two cups of cocoa, as usual, and brought them into my computer room. At first, I tried making only one cup, but my new electric kettle has a minimum water level—always enough for two cups. So every time I made just one, I had to dump the extra hot water into the sink, which felt wasteful. Later, I changed my method: instead of two spoons of cocoa in one cup, I put one spoon into each cup and used all the hot water.

Last night’s dream came from my thoughts about keeping the house clean. As a former cleaning lady—and someone who likes her home tidy—I try to keep things neat, not perfect. I’m not a perfectionist, but I am allergic to dust, and my grandmother trained me well to keep everything in its place.

The dream began with me checking all the bathrooms, looking with my eyes to see whether the baseboards were dusty. On Saturday night, I actually did this in real life, haha. Everything was clean and satisfying. But in the dream, after checking the bathrooms, I suddenly found myself outside the house.

Our real house is two stories with an unfinished basement, and I keep that basement clean too. But in the dream, the house had transformed into a Thai‑style house lifted high above the ground. OMG—what was my brain doing, haha. One moment it was a normal American house, and the next it was raised up like that.

Under the house, the cement floor was covered with plastic bags and paper. Among the trash, I saw two large grey‑black snakes. Their heads poked out of the bags while their bodies hid underneath. I stood at a distance, trying to figure out how to clean the area without getting bitten.

Then the scene shifted. I didn’t see myself walking, but suddenly I was in the backyard. The atmosphere was dull, no sunlight—just like the previous scene. It looked exactly like our real wooden deck, but the grass was tall, up to my ankles. I stopped walking when I saw a HUGE black snake and a smaller one. The big one was thicker than my thigh. The smaller one had python-like patterns and was about the size of my hands.

Out of nowhere, a group of people walked past me—haha. Were they my neighbors? No, I could feel they weren’t. They were more like hikers passing through a park.

I asked the first man in the group whether they planned to walk past the snakes. I expected him to say yes, and he did: “We’ll walk carefully and pass them just fine.” Then…I woke up. Haha.

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Afterthoughts

In Thai fortune-telling, dreaming of a snake wrapping around you means you’ll meet your soulmate. My dream was nothing like that, so I looked up what it might mean. The interpretations were mixed—some negative, some positive. They mentioned life problems, financial pressure, or stress from difficult situations. They also said snakes can symbolize cultural beliefs, transformation, or self‑improvement.

The article warned not to take snake dreams too literally because they often come from subconscious thoughts. The suggestion was to explore your feelings, adjust your perspective, and focus on caring for your body and mind.

I enjoy reading different interpretations, but I don’t believe in fortune-telling. I’m on the science side—evidence and proof. I rarely dream anyway. Maybe once a year. When my head hits the pillow, I usually fall asleep right away. I meditate by praying a short Buddhist prayer, but I never finish it because I fall asleep. The secret is focusing and emptying the mind.

My husband has trouble sleeping. I told him to try what I do. He’s been trying, not successful yet, but he keeps going. We hope one day he’ll fall asleep easily.

Do you ever have trouble sleeping? What do you do besides taking a sleeping pill?

Friday, February 20, 2026

The Bowl, the Ribs, and the Staircase — A True Comedy




The Bowl, the Ribs, and the Staircase — A True Comedy

It started with a simple mission: Go downstairs. Get food. Return to the computer.

I grabbed the bowl like a hero preparing for battle. Macaroni? Ribs? Doesn’t matter. I was focused.

Panel 1: The Descent I ran down the stairs like a woman on a mission. Hair flying. Bowl clutched. Determination in my eyes. I was fast. I was fierce. I was hungry.

Panel 2: The Slip I reached the kitchen. Victory was near. And then… betrayal.

My foot slipped. The bowl flew. The ribs launched into the air like Olympic athletes. I saw my dinner in slow motion — spinning, flipping, soaring.

My face? Pure panic. My dignity? Gone.

Panel 3: The Return I didn’t even look back. I ran upstairs like a cartoon character escaping disaster. Sweat pouring. Keyboard waiting. I had a story to tell.

So here it is. The bowl. The ribs. The chaos. The comedy.

And yes — I’m still hungry.


THE DRYER THAT REFUSED TO DIE


A true sitcom episode from the Oathka Universe

Let me tell you about my dryer. This machine has been through wars. It has survived years of laundry, chaos, and my “I’ll fix it myself” engineering.

One day, we discovered a crack in the drum. A normal person would say:

“Time to buy a new dryer.”

But me? No. I looked at that crack and said:

“Not today.”

So what did I do? I grabbed silver heat‑resistant tape like a home‑appliance surgeon and patched that thing up like it was a spaceship hull.

My husband: “Oath… we should replace it.”

Me: “It still spins.”

And it DID. For months. Maybe years. Honestly, I lost track.

Fast forward to this morning.

I turned it on. It made a noise that sounded like a dinosaur giving its final roar. Then it stopped. Completely.

I just stood there like:

“…well, I’m not surprised.”

I did my research — because of course I did — and guess what? I found people who did worse repairs than me. Suddenly, I felt like a professional engineer.

Then I checked the repair cost. It was higher than buying a new dryer. That was the moment I knew:

It’s time.

My husband, who has been waiting for this day since the crack appeared, immediately said:

“Let’s upgrade both — washer and dryer.”

Even though the washer still works perfectly fine.

So tomorrow, we’re going out to pick our new laundry heroes. Goodbye silver tape. Goodbye cracked drum. Goodbye prehistoric noises.

A new era begins.