
At the top of hill
Surrounded by happy blooms,
Hovering b’flies,
And everything bright:
In a soft plush just for two,
were just me and you.
Biscuits, cheese, tea and
You—of course, yours is sweeter. . .
Heavenly! Being with you.
lyrical, poetic, personal

At the top of hill
Surrounded by happy blooms,
Hovering b’flies,
And everything bright:
In a soft plush just for two,
were just me and you.
Biscuits, cheese, tea and
You—of course, yours is sweeter. . .
Heavenly! Being with you.
Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.
There’s a reason why our heads are above our hearts and everything else.
We’re often feeling “trapped” over things that we fantasize or crave or simply wish. But let’s breathe deep and ask ourselves, do we really need it? Is it right?
Because right is something that doesn’t change no matter what angle. And it always has a final say. It doesn’t even require explanation, nor justification.
And because of its powerful nature, right leads us to move forward, way forward—which again—is always a cherished destination.
Bottom line and to reiterate: Right always has a final say. It makes things fall in the appropriate places that make sense.
What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?
We, humans are warm-blooded,
To be in that kind of cold place,
We are putting our bodies
Into great strain,
Especially me who’s coming from Hawaii.
So, sorry Siberia—
I can’t stand the freezer.
I give you five stars,
Because you’re awesome and nice—
Happy blogging pal!
What is your favorite restaurant?
I love the old Italian ambience:
It makes me feel like
I’m in the scene of The Godfather.
My most favorite in their menu:
Garlic Parmesan Wings and Spaghetti Carbonara—
I forget my diet when I am at Bucca—
One of the best in Honolulu.
That’s why I don’t understand,
Why they’re closing?
It saddens me.
Because once a restaurant becomes a favorite joint
And that it last for decades—
It becomes a part of the community.
So losing them,
Creates a void.
Personal:
To Bucca Di Peppo of Honolulu:
You’re the best!
Thank you for serving good Italian foods for decades!
Thank you for singing on countless of birthdays;
You made us feel special.
You would be missed. . .
Terribly. . .
Guaranteed!
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Youth may have abandon me,
But wisdom took her place.
I’m becoming quiet,
Discerning the noise over relevant.
My gray hairs would speak
That I am wiser than ever before.
In moving, such as walking,
I maybe slower;
But please,
Drop the suffixes,
Because I am not competing with anyone.
I am grateful that I had my time and
I have enjoyed most of it.
Thank you, yesteryears!
My blogger friends,
Their blogs,
And our exchange of likes and comments—
To speak to the World Wide Web
Is a privilege—
Blogging is one of the joy of being virtual,
Yet present.
Just how tough you deal with the others:
Cut the horns,
Kick the pitchfork
Worse comes to worse,
Bring on the Holy Cross,
To bring out the nice in you.
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