COVID Memior
March 16 2022
The historical moment of the war of deadly unknown viruses. The task is to write the memories in our perspective in the past few months since COVID-19 has emerged from a country to the world.
The Art of the viruses
Welcome to the journal of my memories
'Unknown to the word, the first cases of Covid are spreading in Wuhan.'
December 13, 2019
I did not mean the 'actual' Christmas on 25th December when I mentioned Christmas. I meant by the 'School' Christmas Party: with friends, foods, games, and shows. I walked while eating fries with Bambam, who held a tiny red plastic cup of Coca-Cola. Everyone walked with their friends: some of them played games, some ate, and some were singing. It was just an ordinary day celebrating a red and green background. I ask myself, "What If I can't come back here anymore, for any reason? What would I do then?" Still, it was my last year here; I was waiting for the holidays, I was waiting for a vacation, and I was waiting for a bed.
'An animal could lead to the closure of a fresh market.'
January 1, 2020
Time had passed very quickly. My wish came true: I woke up at 8a.m, went downstairs, ate breakfast, and looked at the calendar on my phone saying, "1 January 8:23". I told myself, "Ahhh, what a nice day." I turned on the television and clicked 'YouTube,' the red symbol with a horizontal triangle in the center. Sat on a comfy brown sofa, I pulled up the leg's supporter of the couch, reached out to my right-side, picked up a white flower blanket—such a nice day.
'The Donald Trump administration announces it will deny entry to foreign nationals who have traveled in China in the last 14 days.'
January 31, 2020
It's had been around two weeks now since quarter 3 began. I woke up at 7a.m and did everything I needed to do like the other kids had to. I quickly got into the black Alphard car. '7:25', I read on my watch. I wandered down the car and went straight into a blue outdoor basketball court. The shimmering light shines above my head as I sit down, the texture of the court: rough, full of dust, and completed with a solid surface.
I was seated at the side of the court; my best friends came to sit beside me. We started scrolling on Instagram like usual. We saw many posts saying something about unknown viruses. Without hesitation, it was now 7:40; we rushed into the classroom on the 6th floor.
The Art of the viruses
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'The outbreak of the COVID'
February 10, 2020
"When are you going to come to my house?" she said. "When are you going to come to my house?" she repeated. "When are you going to come to my house?" and again. She always told me to go hang out with her. That person, who always faces loneliness, her name is Bambam. Today, I've lost it. I went to her house for the 16th time since we have known each other. We rode our bikes to the nearby river and fed the fish. Of course, 'my' money which paid for that. "I am so sick of your face now.", I said. "Me too," she said with a spontaneous laugh.
'Positive death in France, On the same day, Egypt announces its first coronavirus case, marking the first case in Africa.'
February 14, 2020
I woke up with a sense of love; guess what, '14 February', it's Valentine's Day. I am so excited. Not because of the date, but because of the P.E lesson: two periods of basketball. Yayyy. After school, friendship was shown around the hallway, especially with boyfriends and girlfriends dating together; even though we are still young, that doesn't matter. "Cause we were just kids when we fell in love. Not knowing what it was,"; The lyrics popped up in my head.
'Officials announce that Iran will temporarily release 54,000 people from prisons and deploy hundreds of thousands of health workers as officials announced a slew of measures to contain the world's deadliest coronavirus outbreak outside China.'
March 2, 2020.
It was a regular day except for everyone wearing green, blue, and black silk around their lower faces. Everything seems different, which may continue until the end; that was not the worst. The government announced to alter the learning into distance learning – this is the worst. We will begin this on 12th March of this bitter year. I have no idea why everyone is wearing that stupid and useless mask that did not help; although many doctors justified its work, I unquestionably did not believe that. "How could a piece of silk suddenly protect us from what we called a war of viruses?"
The Art of the viruses
Welcome to the journal of my memories
According to the CDC, 'May never go away and may just join the mix of viruses that kill people around the world every year.'
May 9,2020.
Today is a special day. I've been talking to this person for a while. We are now officially 'dating.' He is a tall, athletic, funny boy. I spoke to him almost 24 hours a day. And as I was talking to him, somebody knocked on my door.
"Why are you that much obsessed with your phone?" a sound of an old man asked me.
"Yeah," "When could you talk to us too?" now that is a sound of an old woman.
Obviously, the answer is 'later,' which I always answered, but the latter never comes.
'2 million of cases had occurred.'
June 4 2020
Since it was online learning, could you imagine studying alone inside a tiny, closed room? Can you imagine sitting and staring at an electric device for a whole day- 24 hours? I need to sit in front of the bright screen all day long, turning left and right and seeing no one besides me; only these devices are my friends. I was eating only the same meal every day: No restaurants, No snacks, and no boba. My room is covered with cloudy blue wallpaper, which resembles my emotion right now; the only thing that could entertain me is a 6-string instrument, a guitar. I could not bear to stay here anymore...
I have arrived at Namphung's house. 'Why would I stay alone?' I asked myself. I opened the door and walked in with Bambam beside me. This is a good thing about online learning; we do not have to study for a long time, especially when we are with friends. We studied for a while, and then we walked downstairs, played pool, played piano, and ate together. The most enjoyable thing currently is the sound of the billiard ball hurtling on the edges. We ordered sushi and baked some brownies together—such a remarkable memory. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time because of the lockdown that turns my emotions upside down. I once told Bambam that I was sick with her face, but now, it's the opposite.
‘Investigating COVID treatment’
June 19,2020
'Again, Pattaya.' I spoke.
'Don't you like it?' my father asked.
'No, I am so sick of it now; I would rather watch the paint dry,' I answered.
'Why? It's great having a condo there!' he said.
'Uh, that is nice, but we must clean it ourselves; it's such a waste of time. We rarely go to the beach because it's boiling out there. Why don't we just stay home? I replied.
Why do we have to come here every holiday? I would rather stay home sleeping. This place is as dull as dishwater. Why can't I go home now? What is good about coming to Pattaya?
This is what I thought of being here, at Pattaya, before the deathliest virus war stepped in.
The Art of the viruses
Welcome to the journal of my memories
‘Investigating COVID treatment’ (2)
June 19,2020
Even though we have COVID –19 with distance learning, I would insist on coming here. We did not care much about this deadliest virus because it was nothing to do. All I want is to get out of my tiny mundane room. This place now became my favorite site during the quarantine. This place is known as a NIGHTLIFE site, but have you ever seen fireworks at night here? It was amazing. The colors were so bright it almost felt like daylight. The unique sight of multi-colored fireworks exploding in the sky over the city made our jaws drop. It was an unforgettable sight as they exploded in the sky and filled it with colors and light. You would not be alone here anymore.
I think that this place strengthens my relationship with the family. I am often obsessed with my phone like I'm addicted to it, but I feel sick of it, sick of the screen, sick of the notifications, and sick of this stupid phone now. But the weird thing is, I've never thought that I could one day be this close with my family.
And that place led to the end of my relationship with my boyfriend. That is not a bad thing; instead, it's good for me. I have lots of extra time to spend with my family or talk to my friends. I decided to break up with him because I did not want to be in a relationship right now; I wanted to spend my time with the view, with my dad, my mom, my brother, and my best friend gang.
'One billion of those doses will be purchased for low- and middle-income countries, according to WHO.'
June 27,2020
I've been talking with my parents and grandparents for a while since there was COVID scourging around the world. I have noticed that they displayed some of the same traits. The prominent shared characteristic among my family is that our hands look very similar and quite identical. Let's begin with my grandparents; I've never seen their hands when they were young, so the one I have a chance to observe is in an "Old hand," which my grandmother and my grandfather both have kind of a short, fat, dark tone fingers but imagine when they were young, their hand should probably look the same as mine: a white, long, thin fingers with a clear, sparkling pink natural color nails. Now let's move on to my parents, specifically my father and mother. A noticeable shared feature that both appears my family and my cousins are the similarity of the hand features; long, thin fingers. However, this may be caused by environmental behaviors such as playing musical instruments that could eventually adapt our fingers to become thinner since we were young.
'A vaccine being developed by the Vaccine Research Center at the National Institutes of Health's National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases
July 27, 2020
Now that I've arrived at the place with magnificent coves and bays, palm-filled, white beaches, small surrounding islands, hospitable people, and great seafood. The mountainous island with a mountain range in the island's west from the north to the south. It turned off my lockdown function. It was nice to meet some novel environment. The wind traveled 15 to 25 mph just ran across the room. I walked out of the room, observing the full-360 degrees landscape. The dark green mountains stay; the blue, watery ocean mainstays in the middle. The cold weather: Cold refers to very low temperatures, close to freezing. I've never experienced this weather before in Thailand, a humid, hot country that could never become this cold. This place is opposite my room; this place gave me a sense of comfort that I've never got it since the COVID-19 war began; this place allows me to feel what I 'actually' wanted to feel: the freedom.
The Art of the viruses
Welcome to the journal of my memories
'The WHO team tasked with investigating the origins of the outbreak in Wuhan arrive in China.'
10 Dec 2020
'Why is this so hard?!!! Do I have to remember all of them?!' I shouted as I scrolled down the mouse.
'Why do I have to remember this much note? We only have an hour for the Literature exam', I thought.
Today is the day that I must review for the exam, especially Literature and Biology, which uncontrollably increased my brain's cells as I read through the notes. I could say that these subjects would eventually kill me; the exam day was like the torture specified for the students. But I could not resist saying that it was better to receive this torture rather than stay home quarantining.
As I was reading the notes, something just popped up in my mind. Our world is now facing one of the biggest wars, a virus war, a virus that could take away the soul within a blink.
'The WHO team tasked with investigating the origins of the outbreak in Wuhan arrive in China.' (2)
10 Dec 2020
Imagine...
What would happen if the dead people were not "actually" dead? But I did not mean a "zombie" or a "ghost." It's actually a "death people's bodies" walking, starring, shouting -without an essential organelle.
There were no people left in this town; walking down the street; the ambient light was forever gone. The walk was continued throughout the day until you reached the ocean—the End of this world. There was no way to move forward, standing alone, turning Left and Right, seeing no one beside.
'The WHO team tasked with investigating the origins of the outbreak in Wuhan arrive in China.' (3)
10 Dec 2020
The bright blue ocean was not the same. The bloody red sky mixed with the bright blue under the deep sea; that you could not dare to look. The reflection of a gigantic movement was walking to see me. Not one. But three. The sound of the force fiction dragging them in a big wave, waiting for the death to conceal you. The smell of dirtiness has eaten my nose; the scent of the remains has eaten your nose; the scent of the End has eaten 'your' soul.
Suddenly, it comes—the transparent, skinny bodies leaving the gut behind somewhere. No brain. No heart. No soul. And wondered, "What is it?". The enormously horrific scream comes out of their mouth. The noise of their sound would stick in your head forever. They loudly move toward me: one swimming, one walking, one appears the biggest, wanting to eat my soul. The enormous hand that I'd never seen before was coming to my body that I could not dare to move. All you could do was wait for the hope that would not come true. The waves were flushing your body into hell.
The Art of the viruses
Welcome to the journal of my memories
10 Dec 2020
The enormous skeleton grabbed your body: squeezed your body into a cloud of dust within a second. Screaming out loudly with no hope. You know that there was no one to help. But You still screamed as loud as You could and as long as You could. The red drop of wine gravitates from your mouth. Since then, the End has reached Your soul. It did not stop. It continues. Genocide.
8 Feb 2022
'Is COVID really a bad thing?' I thought as I recalled my memories back.
When I stepped out of my mind, I saw that sometimes I overlook the most essential things in my life. The vital thing that I would never dare to neglect ever again: family and friends. You may sometimes feel bored of your friends, or you want to take your time with other things, someone might be waiting for you, just to speak for a minute. COVID-19 has improved and given me a life lesson. You will still have your family and friends when no one is beside you. The one who loves you has never been gone; you just overlooked them.
17 mach 2022
This is the end. You've reached the end of my memories.