Herrmitain

I think I'm going to tell you stories. So many posts before this, actually most of them are some other people's stories. This time it's mine. My father suffered from stroke. He had the third strike of stroke last year, in September. It was quite severe because on that day, left-half of his body doesn't quite respond to anything. Even the left half of his face drooped down a little bit, leaving him with an uneven facial strength and response. Let's skip to after all the hospital treatment and rehabilitation process. To be honest, rehab doesn't last very long because it is strenuous and tiring. To an old man, rehab is like a challenge each day that they no longer have the will to take on. So, after one session each he said he no longer wants to continue doing rehab because as he said, "too stressed out". And as a caregiver, all I can do is follow the patient's request. However, as a daughter, I wish for him to regain back his strength. His humo

So the other day, I watched all three LoTR films, starting from The Fellowship of The Ring, followed by The Two Towers, and finally Return of The King. Extended. I spent almost 10 hours watching them divided into two days so my parents don't think that I don't move at all from my chair. I thought I already know everything that happened in it. Turns out, most of the time my eyes are glued to the screen, not even moving for anything else scared that I might lose one tiny moment of screen time. I first saw Bilbo writing in his journal, and everything and between until the last scene at Grey Haven where Frodo said goodbye to Sam, Merry, and Pippin for he has to follow Galadriel, Bilbo, and Gandalf for the other land by ship. Oh, I cried. I cried and cried. Almost got a soggy face after all that crying. A few scenes stuck to mind. One, when Arwen rode for Rivendell so that Frodo wouldn't die after he was stabbed by a poison spear. The chasing scene is so nerve-wrecking. I