I only had it once; but I can never forget how good it was. I am wistful.

So one day, I tried to browse for the best ones. And to my amazement they were ranging from high three digits up to four to five digits.

From then on, Caviar—to me—is just a history like a love that never blossomed. Though heart broken, I am grateful, always grateful.

They bring me to workout mood;

Also, to be cautious with food.

. . . truly, a lot of good.

A man without a spiritual life

Has no difference with a beast in the wild.

We call it taho.

It’s made of soya beans

and being sold early mornings and late afternoons,

by a man carrying two aluminum buckets on his shoulder.

Perhaps due to my Chinese genes,

I always negotiated for more vanilla,

or boba, or both—

and the manongs (big brothers)

would always yield to my wishes,

simply because

I was a good customer.

I would ask money from my dad,

and whatever amount he gives me,

I split it into two.

And because I have a generous father,

I always buy in large quantities for me and him.

My dad’s portion was less vanilla and regular boba.

And when I bring it to him,

I would say, “‘Tay (Dad), here’s your taho.”

I would add, “‘Tay you owe me, don’t forget.”

And he would always chuckle.

Without his understanding of natural selection,

We won’t have the understanding of evolution of life on earth.

He was once judged for quitting the study of; medicine;

But he never give up on science, by trying to understand the evolution of all life on earth.

Fearlessly he wrote and published his book the Origin of Species,

Amid the threats of being an outcast by various religious institutions,

He relentlessly pursued his research and proved his theory.

The moral lesson he left us: Don’t judge a man on the basis of his weaknesses; rather applaud him for his strengths and passion.

Chess was the game.

To bedazzle him

I tried to master

The four-move mate—

As if I was competing for fame.

He was tall, okay.

But he was so terrible at playing the game—

so shame!

So instead of noticing my admiration,

He had that boulder-hard belief

That I was a tomboy—lame!

My patience was thinning as the air;

As he suggested we switch to

Games of the General.

And he still had no luck

No trick, no strategy,

No win whatsoever. . .goodness!

I realized that can’t be happening,

I can’t have a crush on a guy

I kept beating over and over again.

My romantic thoughts vanished.

I crashed my crush.

Game over.