This week's edition of Abominable was really funny. I hate it when I set up a guy's night out with my friends where we can just enjoy some sports and some foul tv and be men, and that one friend brings someone else that makes it awkward. That person who makes it hard for us to act normally like how we would with each other. I can already tell how the other sparrows are feeling in the next invisible panel.

The Abominable Charles Christopher: April 4th

This week's edition of Abomibale clearly portrays how monarchy works. When the King or Queen dies, the next in line is the son or daughter or whoever is closest in relations. Although that makes sense, I don't understand why they are in a higher class than other people. They're monarchy, that doesn't mean they have powers of a God and can do anything they want. They're just like other regular people with more money and they should be treated nothing more than just a celebrity rather than a almighty being.

The Abominable Charles Christopher: March 28th

This week's edition of Abominable really touched my heart. It gave me an idea of how my mom is feeling. My sister is moving out to go to USC and I am transferring to San Francisco State University. My parents are left with my youngest sister who is still in the 6th grade. She always tells us how much she's going to miss my sister and I when we both move out. Until now, I never realized why. A parent's love for his or her child is unfathomable.

The Abominable Charles Christopher: March 21st

This week's edition of Abominable reminds me of Spring time. Spring is my favorite season because the sun is always out but it is not super hot. It is very breezy in Southern California and my attitude is like the bunny. I just want to  have a musical and start skipping down the road in a Sunny Breeze type of weather.

The Abominable Charles Christopher: March 14th

In this week's edition of Abominable, we see two rats making fun of a woodchuck. At first, the woodchuck doesn't realize what's going on but catches on in the end. This reminds me of when I was new to America. I was the "Asian Kid" or the "Chino" in my class. I was the nicest foreign guy you could ever meet. All I wanted to do was be friends with everyone. But there were always those guys who thought they were so cool because they were in their own group walking around school in a pack. One day, I passed by them near the basketball courts and they asked me "Where I was from". I thought they were referring to my homeland, instead they were looking for a "gang related" answer. Being ignorant of the situation, I calmly answered Philippines. Here I was thinking I made new friends. Instead they started laughing at me and called me a "[EXPLETIVE] Rice Eater". I left after that altercation and tried to avoid them that whole year. I never talked to any of them ever since that day until 4 years later when I was in High School and I started being physically active. I was not intimidated by them any longer because I was the same size, if not, much bigger and stronger. But it was too late, they didn't try to get in an altercation with me and I did not want to initiate a stupid fight over a stupid incident they started 4 years ago when they were immature.