Homemade vs. Take Out



When it comes to food, my twin sister and I are similar in the interest of the topic but not at all similar about how we want to eat it.

For example, I would rather prepare a delicious home-cooked meal at a decent price for the both of us. My twin sister Billie would rather take me out to dinner somewhere affordable and delicious.

Just the other day, my twin sister and I was contemplating going to Sushi or cooking something similar to it. I wanted to purchase a large portion of raw salmon from Safeway that would only cost around $20 with a side of fresh asparagus which is around $2. Don’t get me wrong, I love sushi, but the cost alone is sometimes very pricy and I would rather cook a larger portion for the both of us that could last longer.

In addition, we deduced to stay in and I ended up cooking buttered, garlic and sesame salmon, with a side of asparagus, and sliced some sashimi styled salmon as appetizers. My twin sister loved it!

What I am trying to say is that our differences in personality shows when it comes to food. I would rather choose to take my time and prepare something from home, while my sister would rather take me out and pay for service and delicious food.

My twin Billie mentioned “I want something that is fast to eat and something that I can somewhat rush through because I am so busy.” I on the other hand would rather enjoy every bit of my meal 🙂

I love you Kahealani


Double the fun, twice the confusion



Ever got mistaken for someone else? Maybe because of your name or even the features of your face? Ever went through roll call in high school and had the same first name as a classmate and answered at the same time?

Now, imagine that awkward two seconds of your day when you are mistaken for someone else, is it funny? Is it interesting? Is it cool?

For most people, when they first encounter this situation it’s very unique, interesting, and sometimes, it’s funny. However, for Twins, it takes a lot of getting use to.

From my personal experiences, I’ve noticed people see us as some kind of game, and it’s fun for them to guess who is who. But for twins, it really does get old! Especially those who we are familiar with.

I remember when my parent’s would confuse us when we were younger; they use to feel terrible for the mix-up, because they understand how important it was to be acknowledged as our individual self.

It gets tiresome at times to remind people who we are, and why we aren’t the other person.

I remember this one particular time that my twin sister Billie’s partner in one of her College courses just walked up to me and began rambling about her group project. It wasn’t until maybe two minutes that she stopped and I was able to say “I’m sorry, but I’m not Billie, I’m her twin sister.”

Sometimes I am able to make a joke out of it and play it off like it’s not a big deal. But having this happen to me at least five times a week can get annoying. Even when my twin sister and I are involved in separate activities and are also in different classes, mix-ups always happen.

What I’ve learned is that being a twin can most certainly be double the fun, but it will always be twice the confusion for others.

I love you Kahealani