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Be my Valentine

Published February 14, 2014 by ladyserenity92

“No fair,you cheated!” “No, you cheated!” The arguement was going on at the school yard between a girl and boy. The two children had played a game of cards. In the middle of the game, someone had peeked at the girl’s cards. “You cheated and you know it!” The girl continued. “I didn’t cheat!” The boy shouted. The girl now had her hand in a fist.
“You’re dead, Ming Park!” The boy resonded, “Bring it on Kim Oh!” The girl was about to throw a sucker punch at the boy, but someone grabbed her hand from behind. The girl turned around and saw the teacher, Mr.Cho. “What is worng with you kids?” he asked tersey.

Helping a ‘friend’ in crisis

Published March 12, 2011 by ladyserenity92

Are you Crazy?!

Seventeen magazine’s Guys around the world issue.

www.seventeen.com

I never forgot the day when Yu Konna and I ‘unofficially’ became enemies.

It was  a cultural ‘misunderstanding’ that got him to hate me.

When he told me never to mail him again, I defied him and kept his emailing address.

That was five years ago,

back then,  I didn’t have a PC; in fact, I didn’t even have a photo of myself to post online.

Let alone a Facebook page.

When I saw the devastation in Japan,

I thought about Yu.

Waking up in the middle of the night thinking about him.

although I know a little Japanese and Yu doesn’t know much English,

I’ve got to know him as a brother.

I’ve met a lot of Japanese friends and had grew up in Hawaii during my dad’s stay in the Army.

Just like everyone in America, I’m concern about Yu Konna.

Is he alright?

This message will be posted bilingually.

I hope that Yu made it out alive.

As there are many miracles and losses in Japan;

One thing is certain: we both have to make peace once and for all.

Yu, I’m sorry!

Go for broke!

あなたはクレイジーですか!

世界の問題を回避する17誌の男。

http://www.seventeen.com

ゆう近くで…と私は’非公式の敵になったとき、私は決して日忘れてしまった。

それは彼が私を憎むようになった文化’誤解’でした。

彼は再び彼を郵送することが私に言ったとき、私は彼に反抗し、彼のメール送信アドレスを続けた。

それは、五年前

当時、私はPCを持っていなかった。実際に、私もオンラインで投稿して自分の写真を持っていませんでした。

単独でのFacebookのページみましょう。

私は、日本の荒廃を見たとき

私は、Yu考えた。

彼について考えて夜中に目を覚ます。

私は、多くの英語も知らない少し日本語とYuを知っているが、

私は兄として彼を知っているんだ。

私は、日本の多くの友人に会ってきた軍の父の滞在中にハワイで育ったていた。

アメリカではみんなと同じように、私は、Yu近くで…懸念をしています。

彼は大丈夫ですか?

このメッセージはバイリンガルに掲載されます。

私は、Yuが生きて、それを作ったことを願っています。

多くの奇跡と日本での損失があるので。

ひとつ確かなのは:我々は両方の平和きっぱりと確認する必要があります。

Yuさん、ごめんなさい!

壊したために行きなさい!

Baby Dragon gets a lesson from ‘American Dad’

Published April 2, 2010 by ladyserenity92

This was a ‘Apirl Fool’s’ day gift.

It was about a dad and his kids singing to a ‘carsong’.

I’ll leave the rest with this video.

Warning: The family that God chose for you to be with, you have to love them and forgive them!

(Sorry, Kid!)

Stay Tuned!

 

Such Sweet Sorrow(Chap.9)

Published September 29, 2009 by ladyserenity92

Saturday crept up unexpectedly for me. I was still asleep in my bed when my pocket phone rang. It rang to the music of ‘Holla Back Girl’. I was so tired from last night that I paid no mind to the call and went back to sleep. I sleep late on Saturdays. I heard my door crept open and footsteps coming in.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. Can’t sleep your life away.” Miss Carla greeted.

“So. What’s it to you?” I mumbled, pulling the covers over my head.

Miss Carla shook me as I opened my eyes. I gazed up and saw that she had a glass of water above my head. I jumped up out of bed and rubbed the sand from my eyes.

“All right, Miss Carla! You win. I’m up.”

“Thank you. It always works with my son all the time.”

 

After I fixed myself up for the morning, I greeted my family in the kitchen. I sat down next to Cousin Ray, just as Miss Carla gave me a plate of french toast for breakfast. The french toast had starwberries and whipped cream on top dusted with powered sugar. In the middle of eating, my daddy busted in the kitchen and pointed right at me.

“You little chit,” he roared. “How could you do this to me? At least you could have told me your mother called for me.”

It hit me like a boomerang. The phone call on my pocket phone was Momma trying to call Daddy.

“Daddy, I didn’t know.” I told him, “My bad.”

“Your bad!” he chastised. “My God, girl! Don’t you have any sense in your head. How could you be so stupid, Sheila?”

Daddy only called me by my birthname when he was upset with me or wanted to tell me something important.

I got up and attacked. “It was just a phone call, Daddy. I was tried. I’ve been up all night. Just give me a Coke break!”

“You are a rude, selfish pig, young lady! ”

“It was just a phone call, Daddy. Butterfly didn’t know.” Jordan said.

“You mind your own business, Jordan!” Daddy barked.

Cousin Ray rose up and looked at my daddy. “I won’t tolerate any fighting in my house. Please take it outside.”

Daddy looked at me with his hostile eyes. “Damn you, Sheila! You ruined my life.” Then he stormed out of the kitchen.

Cousin Ray looked at me and I looked at him. I left the kitchen and went out the front door. Since it was still early, there was no one around. I sat on the porch and cried. I’ve never been talked down to anyone like that before; not even my own daddy. I thought ‘why was I even born in this world to hurt people?’ I couldn’t help being born. Why did Daddy yell at me for not answering the phone. It was just a phone call from momma.

I cried for a while until a voice spoked, “Hey, it’s too early to cry. Don’t let the sun catch you crying.” I brushed my tears away and saw my Anna. Anna looked a little different now. She was tanned and had cut her hair. No longer were the pigtails or the Lolita styles she wore that greeted me. It was like she had matured into a woman.

“Hello, Anna,” I greeted. Anna studied me and may her conclusion.

“Did you and your father had a fight today?” She asked.

“Yep. All because I didn’t answer the phone.”

“I had a fight with my family. And this time it was with my brother. He told me that I was a Satanist. He read my dairy that had a story in it. I wrote it a long time ago on a bet.”

Anna often ‘wrote’ stories in her dairy everyday. Some true; some made up. The one story she had written was set to a theme of dungeons and Dragons, but it had magic girls to it. The story was very beautiful and sweet. She showed it to me and my brother and sister; then she showed it to Cousin Ray. Cousin Ray liked the story.

“Anna, this is wonderful. You could be a fantasy novelist. This is so hot.” My cousin told her.

When she showed her brother the story, all hell broke loose. It was at dinner that the augment between Anna and her brother went on all night.

I still remember the conflict. That was what woke me up.

I looked at Anna. “It was just a bullshit fight.” I told her.

“It’s okay.” she told me. “People fight all the time. It’s just a part of life.”

“It’s not okay, Anna! My daddy hurt me so much; I just hate it. What did I do to hurt him? I mean, what did I do to him? Anna, I envy you. You are so normal and sweet. You don’t have an enemy in the world. You’re so perfect.”

The front door opened. Miss Carla stepped out. “Your father wants to talk to you. It’s important.” I got up to confront my daddy. I looked at  Anna. She shooed me away.

Cousin Ray escorted me to the kitchen. “I talked to your dad. He asked me to talk to you that he was sorry. I told him, ‘Walt, she’s your daughter. You talk to her.” Cousin Ray led me to the kitchen and I walked in. Daddy was sitting at the table, with red eyes.

“I was angry at your mother, not you or your brother.” he said. “It’s just we had been separated for three years. She just called to tell me that she wanted a divorce. Her first intention was to call you and let me talk to her. It just got out of hand. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t mean to make you cry, Butterfly. I’m sorry.”

At all made sense now. The reason why Daddy was mad at me was because he was having a crisis with Momma. Momma and Daddy had been together for 16 years of their lives. They were 20 when they met; 22 when they married, and 23 when I was born. It was the reason why Daddy wanted to take us a vacation just to get away from the pressure that the separation was having on him. And now it had blowed over and struck us.

I made a promise to myself that If I did get married, I would never let a divorce get in the way. I was only fooling myself. divorce happens. And no one can control that. Instead, I told my daddy, “I forgive you, Daddy. I love you.”

I hugged my daddy and he hugged me. Daddy sobbed and wept. I wept, too. That was the day that my family would never be the same again.

To be continued/Stay tuned!

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