First Kiss

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don’t know where I was, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care because the only person who mattered was there with me.

—Sarah Addison Allen

Happy February everyone!

January was a entire month of self-care and care for others. My boyfriend and his family have successfully recovered from COVID. Their stamina is still weak, but with more rest, they will be fine. However, my brother and father now have COVID, and I will be checking in with them now. So, it looks like my blogging schedule is going to change once again!

UPDATE: As I’m typing this, two whole buildings nearby have caught on fire, and the fire department is having trouble putting it out. 4 firetrucks, 10 or so ambulances. I praying for 12+ families. The internal structure is falling apart fast…

Boy, I miss this space. Hope all is well in your world! February is a special month of love for all sorts of momentous occasions. Jude, host of The Saturday Symphony, has created a prompt regarding one’s first kiss. If you have a story, feel free to join in!

I’ve heard of many stories from others. Some were sad (like herpes-sad). Some were amazing (like fireworks). Some were funny (like gum in braces). The most hilarious story I read about someone’s first kiss was the fictional tale of Georgia Nicolson! It’s a learning experience! 😀

Being the lovable, squishy person that I am, I have plenty of funny tales, and but today you’ll only learn of one: the first one. It’s so refreshing for me to write since he will be anonymous. He knows who he is! 😉 I don’t think he’s reading this. Though I’m not with him today, I’ll never forget him.

Framework for Romance & Love

When I was 17, I helped my aunt by working at her video & music CD shop. What made my aunt’s shop unique was the fact that she had several collections of Asian foreign films. I helped sweep the dust, assisted customers, and organized VHS tapes on the shelves. I loved working there! I would read the back flap on these movies, and if there’s something I liked, I can rent it from her.

I was always curious about the romance genre, and I would rent such a variety of romantic films. Some were epic period dramas like the new Netflix series, “Rise of the Phoenixes”. My aunt had so many Chinese sagas where the characters wear beautiful costumes and the drama has you hanging on to the edge of your seat.

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it’s hit me when it comes to you.

~ Nora Roberts

During the summer break, I would also get wrapped up in the many romance stories written by the talented storyteller, Nora Roberts. One of my friends teased me on how obsessed I was with her books. The relationships were so passionate and sensual. I began rivaling the senior ladies who check out twenty of them at a time from the public library! She is one of my favorite authors who captures the Irish scenery so beautifully. This is one of the summaries for one of her books, “Jewels of the Sun”.

Determined to reevaluate her life, Jude Murray flees America to take refuge in Faerie Hill Cottage, immersing herself in the study of Irish folklore and discovering hope for the future of the magical past. Finally back home in Ireland after years of traveling, Aidan Gallagher possesses an uncommon understanding of his country’s haunting myths. Although he’s devoted to managing the family pub, a hint of wildness still glints in his eyes—and in Jude, he sees a woman who can both soothe his heart and stir his blood. And he begins to share the legends of the land with her—while they create a passionate history of their own.

Jewels of the Sun
Green fields of Ireland

The Stage is Set

So with all these idealistic visuals floating around in my head, my expectations surrounding love may have set the bar a bit high given my total lack of experience. 😀

Sitting on a metal stool, I twirled my mechanical pencil around. I was working on a biology assignment in the lab. Studying the human cell in a diagram, the mitochondria is quite the powerhouse! I wore a striped lime green sleeveless shirt that my aunt gave me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she saved my social life by replacing my frumpy clothing with stylish, trendy ones.

Sure enough, a young man who sat across from me complimented me on it, and we struck a conversation about this catchy, trance song, Butterfly, as we studied the anatomy of a cell together listening to it on a loop.

Ayumi Hamasaki – Butterfly

All of the sudden, biology was becoming more enjoyable! 🙂 Flabby physique, short hair, round baby face, a charming smile, self-deprecating humor. He was tanned from playing tennis in the afternoons with his best friend who was a girl. He invited me to play with his crew. After school, I let my parents knew I was hanging out with some friends to play some tennis for the first time. We took the school bus to a campus that had courts to play at.

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We arrive at the courts, and he handed me an extra racket. “We’re playing doubles!” He and I were on one side of the net, his friend and the football quarterback was on the other. The quarterback served the ball in my direction as I was learning about the continental grip. I was not ready, and the ball hit me straight into the stomach with such velocity, it left a really bad bruise. Understand that as a football quarterback, he has an incredible arm throw!

They immediately ran up to check on me, but I brushed it aside not wanting to drag the game down. So I learned quickly, and managed to keep up a game with some consistent volleys. After two hours of play, I was sweating buckets, breathing heavily, and called it a day. The courts were nearby his friend’s homes, so we began walking towards the neighborhood.

One by one, his friends parted ways and headed inside. Then it was just me and him walking alongside the sidewalk together. There was a build-up of saliva in my mouth and I spat it out. I sighed, “Sorry, that was very un- lady like.” He laughed out loud, which made me smile and invited me to his parent’s house for dinner.

We arrived at his place and as he opened the door, his two siblings gave him a big hug and asked if he could play video games with them. I watched as they played a few rounds. After they were tired, he carried them to put them to bed for a nap. He decided to program on his computer a bit, as I lied on his bed and rested.

After a bit, he slid next to me as we watched the ceiling together talking about our dreams in life. We exchanged gazes for a moment, and he kissed my shoulder and inched upward towards my face. We kissed as our warm bodies were next to each other. It was fun, yet slobbery. I smacked my lips and laughed, but he wanted to explore a bit more. At which point, I became tense and pulled away.

All of the sudden, it occurred to me how quickly this relationship was moving, and that I didn’t realize it. He said to me, “Sa, everyone’s doing it.” I responded back, “That may be true, but I don’t really cave into peer pressure.” Staring at the ceiling, I eventually stood up at that point and called my dad to pick me up. His parents arrived as well and smiled at my presence. I chatted with them a bit and had a pleasant conversation. I enjoyed their company for the rest of the evening until my dad showed up.

The next day we met up at the school library, he apologized for taking advantage of the situation. I said it was fine, but wasn’t sure what to make of it. So, I continued hanging out with him only at school where teachers were watching. Perhaps, it put a damper on things.

One day, our English teacher read one of our speeches aloud as we were drilling for the writing portion of the standardized tests. She winked at him as she read his story which mentioned me in description only and how we knew we would always care for each other. I was so embarrassed, and he turned red as a beet.

After high school graduation, though, we parted ways, and gone off in different directions. I remember feeling a tinge of jealousy when he chatted to one of my friends. Maybe I still cared about him. When he moved away to another state, I was genuinely happy for him when he got his dream job as a software developer for a gaming console and writing documentaries on the side.

I moved on with my life since then, and I’m in a happy relationship now. Yet, like every other human being who was once in a state of love, you never seem to forget your first kiss.


Letter to Santa

Last night’s musings to Santa 🎅

Dear Santa,

Merry Christmas! This is my first letter to you! Forgive me, but it’s difficult to write to someone I don’t know so well. After all, you have so many look-a-likes! It’s tough to know who is the real McCoy. I also apologize as it seems that I’m a procrastinator writing this last minute, but I know there’s nothing you can’t handle.

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This year I didn’t expect so many of my friends and family members to get sick and pass away. It’s amazing how short life can be. I was about to ask if I could get one of those Time Turners that Hermione Granger got to get all of her homework turned in on time. But, am I really making the most out of every moment of my life or just filling it in with busy work? Sorry for going all philosophical on you, but inquiring minds want to know.

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I hope to visit the Liberty Bell with my boyfriend and I hope to visit the mountains in Colorado. There’s so much more! The gift of fresh experiences everyday.

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Speaking of which, can you please transport yourself into another spiritual dimension, visit Jesus Christ for me, and wish him a happy birthday? I’m not sure if his birthday is truly in December. That’s up for debate, but I do wish him well. I’m not sure how he is currently doing in the world, but I haven’t been able to reach him.

Image Credit: Akiane Kramarik

I really miss being able to travel. I hope your immune system is in tip top shape this year. I’ll be sure to leave some oranges, ginger chews, and Emergen-C supplements for you right next to the cookies of course. Be sure to get your shots like everyone else. I’ll also give you a shot of carrot & turmeric tonic as well!

Photo by Josh Millgate on Unsplash

I’m getting sleepy now, so I’ll just wish you a safe trip. Thanks for putting up with my randomness. I hope you can read between the lines. Keep your spirits up and enjoy the beautiful night sky!

Image Credit: Igor Mattio

P.S. – I’m building some new security cameras with some Raspberry Pi circuit boards, but I actually might need an upgrade in hardware. I hope you don’t mind the additional surveillance. Please feel free to wear an invisibility cloak if you need to! I hear you’re working with the military these days due to the hit men that are after you because of the coal you delivered to some children. I hope the Air Force takes good care of you!

Sincerely,
Sa

#Paint-Chip Poem 49: The Romantic Gift

“Maybe our Happily Ever After hadn’t worked on the first shot. And maybe Happily Ever Afters weren’t a singular event. Maybe they were something you had to work at, and build, and never give up on, as long as they were something you still wanted.” 

Only Mostly Devastated by Sophie Gonzales

Pitter patter of rain subsides & puddle evaporates
As the sun rays reaches the ground’s surface
Overjoyed and egg-static, the suave gentleman
Egg-xits the grand foyer in great stride and
Moon walks across the outdoor patio
Over to the fireplace where he takes a seat
Chilly air lingers – hearthstone warm to the touch
Emotions resembling to the lyrics of a Tangerine Dream song

You've been out of my life sometime now
Seem like a long, long while
Sometimes the thoughts of you
Bring tears to my eyes
While the times that bring a smile
I remember what you told me
We would always be close in our hearts

He gingerly snaps open a leather jewelry box
Marveling at the vintage turquoise Faberge egg earrings
Rated highly by the jeweler he bought it from
Excited to surprise his beloved on her birthday
The symbolism behind her birthstone alone
Wisdom, tranquility, protection, hope
Qualities to seal the relationship with good fortune
Giving it to her should be easy-peasy
Yet their long-distance history together
Makes for a complex arrangement

In reference to:

A Golden Age

Gazing upon her most cherished possession resting upon her porch, her radio sparked an occasion to revisit yesteryear. She flicked the switch for her electric candles and stared the lit bulbs which lighted a path for her to access her memory.

World War II was over and new, exciting things were on the horizon. The crackling fireplace kept her family warm during Christmas time as they listened to Nat King Cole sing.

YouTube: Nat King Cole – The Christmas Song

As a little girl, she relished in a comedy-mystery radio program, the Abbott Mysteries, which led her to explore her now life-long career as detective. One of her favorite memories though was when her father found a marvelous tree topper that seem to symbolize better things for the new year.

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Saturday Symphony #20 – Dream Catcher

The best color in the world is the one that looks good on you.

Coco Chanel

Hello! Today, I’ll be exploring a bizarre dream I had last night. It’s definitely related to an enlightening, yet disturbing conference I attended a few months ago. I’ll be responding to Jude’s Saturday Symphony prompt below:

DREAM-CATCHER”
This week, let’s use the beauty of a dream,
Or the horror of a nightmare
To share from the realm without time
And loose some of the secret magic that lies in us all.

In case you can’t hold on to a dream for long, it’s best to keep a notebook bedside so you can catch them before they float away.

And then share them for the prompt.lol

The Fashion Police

The afternoon sunlight shone through the skylights. I was walking to an unknown destination in an airport lobby. I scanned the area around me. Nothing out of the ordinary. Business people heading to where their flight is located. Giggling girls shopping in the nearby gift shops. Families munching on their lunches in the food courts.

Nothing out of the ordinary until… I noticed hovering robots scanning individuals.

“HOVERING ROBOTS?!”

Holographic images of the individual’s clothing appeared in thin air. Electrical blue schematic diagrams indicated particular stats on the outfit while analyzing the cultural influences, the quality of the fabric, the stitching, and brand name. The robot would then determine if the outfit itself was a fashion atrocity.

Some people were unfazed by the intrusive lasers and went about the day accepting the current state of affairs. When an outfit was deemed unacceptable, the robot would recommend a series of outfits that the individual could wear instead and offer several payment options to purchase the outfit. After the individual presses a few buttons in the air, the robot constructs the outfit from the pattern that the brand provides and 3-D prints the outfit and tailors it for the individual right then and there.

Meanwhile, I’m watching in awe as the thread in the fabric’s fiber are assembling themselves. When they were finished, they scanned around their surroundings. Their lasers scans reached me, and they proceeded in my direction. I looked down and noticed my jeans and t-shirt were in a state of disrepair.

Frightened, I ran away in the opposite direction as fast as I could. I tripped and fell on the ground which accidentally toggled my own dashboard of my current wardrobe to my own surprise. I quickly chose an outfit my mother made for me many years ago. I frantically thought to myself, “She’s a seamstress and had a good eye for stuff. Sure, let’s put it on!”

The robots scanned me again and told me I was free to go. Thankfully, they glided away away. I took a deep breath and exhaled a sigh of relief.

Santa’s Chat with Buddha

Stockings at the Krispy Kreme: What should Santa stuff the stockings with this year?

SANTA: Ho, ho, ho! Why, hello Gautama Buddha! What a pleasant surprise! I see you have a stocking here!

BUDDHA: Yes, well… there’s a first time for everything. 🙂 Health is the greatest gift, contentment is the greatest wealth, faithfulness is the best relationship. However… I have a special request this year!

SANTA: Normally you request nothing for the holidays but kindness! You’re a tough cookie for the elves to figure out what to create for you. You’ve been a good man, Gautama! What is your wish?

BUDDHA: As you well know, there have been many forest fires plaguing the world this year.

SANTA: Yes, yes – it’s rather unfortunate. Mother Earth is truly hurting right now.

BUDDHA: Well, I would love to plant extra Bodhi trees this year with the hope that it may provide an enlightening experience for those that are within its presence as it has done for me. Some Bodhi seeds or saplings would be wonderful. My monastic order will be helping me taking care of them. When the trees are ready, we will partner with local businesses and people in the community and start a mission to plant them.

SANTA: What a fantastic wish! Mother Earth will be shedding tears of joy to nourish them once their planted. We’ll see what I can do.

BUDDHA: Thank you kindly, Santa!

SANTA: No problem! Magical seeds are easy peasy and totally within my scope. 😉

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  • The Daily Spur: Wish

A Ballad to Night Land Creatures

The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

Gregory MacGuire

Everyone knew no one lived in the night lands
But that wasn’t quite true
Despite the fumes which have propagated far and wide
Within the intoxicating depths of the forest, lies the birth of a new guide

Photo Credit: Kevin Parish @ What Words May Come

Bursting free from her protective chrysalis
Such an immaculate soul
From the throne of her exotic bloom, she reigned
Like her predecessor, she was wild and unwilling to be contained

Everyone knew no one lived in the night lands
But that wasn’t quite true…

Shadowy woodland creatures once lost and lingering
Within the saturated blue shadows
Troubling tensions have long stirred about insecurities
In spite of their self-doubt, their guide brought them out of their obscurities

Everyone knew no one lived in the night lands
But that wasn’t quite true…

Glow worms once hibernating underground
curiously peeked above the surface
Glistening dewdrops sparkle amidst the foggy twilight
Grass glitters with gold as the guide protects the land mid-flight

Everyone knew no one lived in the night lands
But that wasn’t quite true…

Frozen frogs once encased in layers of ice
Bellowing croaks in the distance
Their eyes darting about as they look for their flies
As they thaw at an excruciating pace impatiently waiting for their prize

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Everyone knew no one lived in the night lands
But that wasn’t quite true…

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Saturday Symphony #19 – The Magic Paintbrush

Jude is the host of Saturday Symphony. This weekend’s theme is:

TALES FROM THE FAR EAST. The far East includes;
– Russian Siberia
– Mongolia
– Taiwan
– China
Japan
– North and South Korea
– Hong Kong
This week share something themed from this part of the world.
It can come from real life experiences, a favourite story, history, myths, books and legends.

Hello! I’m really excited about this prompt because I will be sharing a tale from a new book I bought from the bookstore during Thanksgiving break. I waited in line at the Japanese bookstore for about half an hour before being able to go inside. In fact, I haven’t even read any of the tales in this book until this post.

The Magic Paintbrush

China, chinese folktale

There once was a very poor young man named Ma Liang who loved to draw very much. One night he had a dream that an old man gave him a magical paintbrush and asked him to help people. When he awoke, the magic paintbrush lay beside him.

Whatever Ma Liang drew with the magic paintbrush came into being and he used its powers to benefit the struggling people around him. He used the brush to paint a river next to a dry field and to draw food for the poor. Quickly his fame grew, and everyone was grateful to Ma Liang.

In the same village lived a rich man who soon came to covet the magical brush. He didn’t want to help people but instead wanted to paint gold and make himself richer. In the dark of the night, he sent his servants into Ma Liang’s home, and while Ma Liang was sleeping, they stole his brush.

The next day, the rich man painted many pictures of riches beyond belief. But no matter how many he drew, none of the images would come to life for him. Frustrated, the rich man ordered his guards to capture Ma Liang and bring him forward. When Ma Liang arrived, the rich man demanded that he draw for him or face punishment.

The quiet Ma Liang smiled and agreed. He asked the rich man what he would like, and the rich man said he wanted a mountain of gold. So Ma Liang painted a mountain, but he painted it in the middle of a vast sea. The rich man then demanded a large boat to sail the ocean with enough room in its hull to carry all the gold. So Ma Liang painted a huge sailboat, and the rich man and all his cronies got in it and set sail. But when they got halfway to the mountain, Ma Liang painted a wicked storm, and the boat capsized and all the men were lost at sea.

From that day on, Ma Liang and all the people of his village lived happy and peaceful lives.

Featured Photo by Anna Kolosyuk on Unsplash


Saturday Symphony #16 – Together In the Shadows of the Forest

Hello all, happy Saturday!

Jude is the host for Saturday Symphony. Here is ponderous thought for the week :

FAIRY TALE EDITS
Ever wanted to change the fate of one of your favourite fairy tale characters?
This week share with us,
Which character?
In which tale?
And how you’d change their fate.

This week I’m inspired by the story of Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt. She is a fierce warrior and can be quite vindictive when someone kills those that she protects or insults her family. She and her brother Apollo killed Niobe’s children when Niobe mocked Artemis’ mom, Leto. You do not want to get on her wrong side!

Artemis remained an eternal virgin and never married. Actaeon, a mortal hunter, mesmerized by her beauty once saw her bathing naked in the valley which was forbidden. Artemis who was very livid turned him into a stag, and he was later killed by his hunting hounds.

In my poetic retelling, I explore what would have happened if Actaeon and Artemis fell in love instead. What if they got married? Would Artemis learn how to be forgiving? Would she take a different, less extreme route to justice?

Below I played around with Magnetic Poetry to create this story. 🙂

Journey of Moxie

“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.”

― Blaise Pascal

Traversing in the fading light of the tunnel
Courageous heart leads down an alluring path
Unaware what lies on the other side
Sprawling trees anchored in place
Within its soaring, mighty arches
Gateway initiates life’s new phases
A dance of duality, perspectives a flutter
Flickering shadows accompany glowing sunbeams
Reasons for renewal are but a possibility
Transition however imminent

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