All posts for the month June, 2009

Stayed Tuned!

Published June 30, 2009 by ladyserenity92

On July 2, 2009, I will be posting a special announcement on this blog. You just have to wait until July 2 to read all about it. I don’t know what the message will be; Even I don’t know myself. It will be soon and July 2 is only three days away. I can’t wait to post something that will hold the fate of

Stayed Tuned!

To Ms. Yu Watase

Published June 29, 2009 by ladyserenity92

Dear Ms. Watase,

I’m sorry this letter is in English, but I want to tell you what is on my mind. This morning I had a vision of your manga ‘Ceres: Celestial Legends’ being made into a live-action series on location in Canada. These people were diverse Canadian actors. And the girl that played ‘Aya’had an English name. She played the heroine very nicely.

I talked to the actors who played the Canadian cast. Ms. Watase, please let somebody make Ceres: Celestial Legends  into a live-action series. Isn’t about time for a Ceres revival?

Stayed Tuned!

Tip Line

Published June 28, 2009 by ladyserenity92

‘If one knows what is good for another person who in turn is blind to it, then one must try to open his eyes. One has to leave him the last word, but one must talk to him, to him and not to someone else behind his back.’ —– Bernhard Schlink, Author of ‘The Reader’ .

Stayed Tuned!

Such Sweet Sorrow (Chap.6)

Published June 27, 2009 by ladyserenity92

That afternoon, Daddy drove us to the dollar store; while Cousin Ray stayed home with Miss Carla to plan the picnic. At the dollar store, Daddy gave us some money to buy a gift for Ray.

“Now, I don’t want you three to spend this money on anything foolish,” Daddy reminded us. “T.R., Jordan, you follow your sister and stay close to her. Don’t get lost, Ray and Miss Carla are waiting for us back at the house. I will meet you three by the front door in about an hour.”

After Daddy settled the matter, he left to get the fireworks. We kids were on our own in the store.

My siblings and I scanned around the store to search the treasure that was a gift for Cousin Ray. The first thing that caught Jordan’s eye was a china-blue conch shell. “Wow! Ray will like this,” Jordan said. Jordan picked up the shell and placed it in the shopping basket.

In the next aisle, there were bouquets of real, fresh flowers on display. T.R. saw a bouquet of  sunflowers that made her smile. T.R. was enchanted by the bright flowers, so she took them from the rack and placed the flowers in the shopping basket.

I thought I would never find a gift for Cousin Ray. My brother and sister found a card for Cousin Ray that made them laugh. I took the card from my sister. On the front of the card were two squirrels on top of a tree. Below the tree on the card were the captions:

Cousin to Cousin

We will always be special friends from the same family tree.


I opened the card and found out what made them laugh. Inside were the words:

Just like a squirrel, you sometimes drive me nuts!

Have a wonderful day!


We all decided to get the ‘birthday card’ for Cousin Ray.

Walking down the aisle, My siblings and I came to the stationery section. On the self were books of different shapes and sizes. I picked up a book that had two cherub angels  looking up at the heavens on the front cover. I opened the book and examined the pages from cover to cover. Every page from the first to the last was wordless and blank. I scanned the sign above the books:



Makes a great gift in a recession world!

I knew that I had found the perfect gift for Ray.


Later on, Daddy drove us kids to the park. And sure enough, it was raining like a waterfall. Seeing Miss Carla and Cousin Mike under the canopy, we made a dash for it. Cousin Mike is Cousin Ray’s brother. Mike was born in South Korea but was adopted by Ray’s parents. When Cousin Ray’s parents went back to Canada for good, Cousin Mike stayed behind with his brother. They have a little sister from China named Ruby Grace. I haven’t met my cousin Ruby Grace. She too left with Ray and Mike’s parents to Canada. I saw her picture once with her life partner with the words written in her handwriting, ‘I wish I could meet you, guys! OXOXO! R.G.! Remember the night of crystals.’

“Hey, Butterfly! Could you give us a hand?” Cousin Mike called. I raced over to help.

As I helped Cousin Mike and Miss Carla set the table, I spotted Cousin Ray with a young woman dashing to the canopy. When Cousin Ray and the woman made it out of the rain, they sat down on the bench together. I saw the woman. She wore a pale, ice cream pink sundress and open toe sandals on her feet. Her fingernails and toes were painted bright purple. On her head was a white hat with a red ribbon wrapped around it.

The woman knew that I was looking at her. The woman took off her hat and turned her gaze toward me. Her eyes were hazel brown, as was her hair; and she was half-Caucasian and half-Asian. I could tell you how lovely she was as a model in a Vogue magazine. Cousin Ray looked my way and introduced the woman to me.

“Butterfly, this is my co-worker and associate, Mindy Smith. Mindy, this is my cousin, Butterfly Taylor.”

“Please to meet you, ma’am.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Butterfly,” Mindy replied with a smile. “But you don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’, it just makes me feel old.”


Jordan and T.R. saw Mindy and got a chance to talk to her.

“You look like a doll,” Jordan told Mindy. “Are you from Japan?”

T.R. and I double backhanded our brother on the back of the head for the question.

Mindy laughed it off and told him that her mother was Chinese and her father was from England. “I have a little brother that was just like yours,” Mindy told us girls with a wink in her eye. We kids talked to Mindy for a long time and became friends with her.

Daddy called everyone to the picnic table to sing ‘Happy Birthday’. We gather around Cousin Ray and sang ‘Happy Birthday.’ After the song was over, Cousin Ray blew out all thirty of the candles on the cake. After the fest of food and cake, it was time for Cousin Ray to open up his presents. In my family’s ritual, the member of the family with a birthday has to open up a present from the youngest member of the family.

Cousin Ray opened up Jordan’s present and fell in love with the seashell. Cousin Ray thanked Jordan as T.R. handed over her bouquet of sunflowers. Cousin Ray took the bouquet and smelt them. “T.R., I love sunflowers. Thank you, my dear.”

Next, came my turn.

Cousin Ray unwrapped my gift. When my cousin saw the journal, he almost choked up with emotion. My cousin reached over and side-hugged me. “Thank you, my honey.” he said.


After the picnic ended at dusk, we drove over to a vacant parking lot behind a middle school. Placing the vehicles on park, we got out. Along the way, I spotted a video camera attached onto the side of the building. I saw Daddy carrying the firework under his arm. The firework was red and octagon-shaped.

Daddy motioned Cousin Ray to come over. Cousin Ray walked over to my daddy, carrying a lighter in his hand. Everyone made a semi-circle as Cousin Ray lit the fuse. As the fuse sparked, we moved far back. There were showers of multi-colored sparks bursting into the air like a volcano, along with an ear-splitting whistling sound that could wake up Sleeping Beauty.

We all panicked.

“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Daddy cried, pulling T.R. by the arm.

“Screw this, I’m out of here,” Mike said, running to his van.

I pulled Jordan and threw him into the car. Everyone jumped into their vehicles and closed the doors. With the firework still blasting into the air, we drove like mad out of the parking lot and never looked back.


To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned! 

Requiem for the ‘King of Pop’

Published June 26, 2009 by ladyserenity92

The news of Michale Jackson’s death hit me like a storm. His death was a shock to the world. Michale Jackson was the most influence man that was ahead of his time. His music brought people young and old together in a time of life. At the age of 5, he sang with his brothers. As a result, Michale and his brothers became known to the world as ‘The Jackson 5’.

In 1979 Michale flew out on his own wings and released his first album ‘Off the wall.’ Overnight, he became a star. Michalel Jackson became the most talked about, (and most wanted) celebrity in the world. Michale Jackson was bigger than the king of rock’s Elvis Presley. Michale Jackson was so big, he married the king of rock’s only daughter, Lisa Marie Presley.

Michale Jackson was an icon to the world. He was seen in television, movies; he was everywhere. It is very tragic that we have lost a king who brought the world a gift of pop music. Although there are many people who imitate his style, Michale Jackson will always be irreplaceable. 

Michale Jackson(1958—2009)

Stayed Tuned!

Author’s note:

This commentary does not reflect the views and opinions of lady serenity or

Night Train to the Stars and other stories (Book review)

Published June 25, 2009 by ladyserenity92

I came upon an old book at the library that is often overlooked, out of print and way overdue to be reborn to a new generation of kids and adults. The book I am referring about is Kenji Miyazawa’s Night train to the stars and other stories. This short story collection is a must for anyone who like to have a little philosophy in their lives.

Children and adults will like the characters in this book. From Giovanni and Campanella, to the red dahlia; to the Earthgod and the fox and the rest. The stories are like philosophy class on a cartoon show. In a time of shameless television, children and adults need a bit of goodness to go along with. Night Train to the stars is the one.

Although the book is out of print and is now in the public domain file, I urge everyone to read this book. If you like The Polar Express, then you’ll love this book.

My Rating: A–

Stayed Tuned!

Wildflower (Unauthorized Lyrics)

Published June 22, 2009 by ladyserenity92

These are the unauthorized lyrics to the song Wildflower. I don’t have the rights to these lyrics, so PLEASE DO NOT COPY THESE. Thank you.



He’s Faced the hardest time you could imagine.

And many times his eyes fought back the tears. (Yes.)

And when his youthful world was about to fall in.

Each time his slender shoulders.

Bore the weight of all his fears.

And a sorrow no one hears.

Still rings in midnight silence, in his ears.

Let him cry, for he’s a man.

Let him dream, for he’s a child.

Let the rain fall down upon him.

He’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild.

And if by chance I should hold(repeat).

Let me hold him for a time(repeat).

But if allowed just one possession.

I would pick him from the garden, to be mine.

Oh, Oh, oh!

Be careful how you touch him.

For he’ll awaken.

And sleep’s the only freedom that he knows.

And went you walk into his eyes.

You won’t believe.

The way he’s always paying.

For a debt he never owes.

And a silent wind still blows.

That only he can hear and so he goes.

Let him cry, for he’s a man.

Let him dream, for he’s a child.

Let the rain fall down upon him.

He’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild.

Stayed Tuned!

About Writing Therapy

Published June 21, 2009 by ladyserenity92

People often write as a way of expression, to be heard or to pass down words of wisdom. This is known as ‘writing therapy.’ For over 5,500 years, people have been practicing therapy writing. Writing therapy writing is one way of escaping from the real realm, to the realm of words on paper. Writing can be clam and soothing. Most people on writing therapy write for fun; while others write to earn a little pocket money.

Writing therapy is a non-violent way for people to express their feelings. People taking writing therapy often use sheets of paper, a notebook, and a pen/pencil. In today’s time, most use a computer and have online weblogs(blogs). With an online weblog, people are able to share their thoughts and feelings with the rest of the world.

Some famous diarist had used writing therapy. Two examples are Lady Sei Shoagon (The Pillow Book) and Anne Frank. Both books have become famous many years after both the diarists’ deaths. Few people like to ‘draw’ what they are feeling. They ‘write’ using doodles and paints. This type of therapy is called ‘art therapy.’

In order to keep the names of friends, family, (and the author’s name a secret), some writers chose to have a pen name called a pseudonym. The pseudonym is to prevent the author to not get in trouble with the public. occasionally, few people chose to write about other things besides their personal life. The author may write stories, nature references; anything that he/she would want to write about.

Writing therapy is about understanding and reflecting about the ups and downs in a person’s life. In writing therapy, the only perscrition the person needs are: a pen, a notebook and an imagination.

Blogist’s note:

This essay is for entertainment purposes only. The views and opinions expressed in this piece do not reflect on the author, her weblog, or

Stayed Tuned!

What I did wrong/What I did right

Published June 20, 2009 by ladyserenity92

What I did wrong…

  1. I posted stories that no one isn’t reading.
  2. I started out slow and not bloging fast enough.
  3. I didn’t update my post and should’ve write what I would say.
  4. I’m feeling stupid just like the GIECO caveman and didn’t write fresh material to post on my blog.
  5. I missed out on the bandwagon and left my fans high and dry.

What I did right…

  1. I met my old friend Jesse yesterday on the bus to the bank. We talked for awhile. She got a new job and is now looking for an apartment. I wish her the best.
  2. After a three month break from writing, I’m planing to pen a story to post on the blog. But first, I have to update my previous stories on my blog. It may take a while to do so.

Oh my word! I have to get started right now.

Stayed Tuned!

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