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CERN… Should we all be concerned about CERN?

Imagine that I just learned about this CERN project a week ago?  Wow! I’m so so so behind…Oh là là
Watch these videos.  A mind blowing truth about what is to come…

CERN 2016


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The NWO CERN Movie: Interdimensional Beings/ Time Shifting Gateway

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Puppy Love, Twenty-First-Century Style!

IHDI_2Photo courtesy of International Hearing Dog, Inc.

For dog lovers, this is a very sweet dog story to read.

Source: Loving Our Dogs

No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.
~Christopher Morley

We were visiting our daughter when we adopted our Boston terrier, Tad. An adorable puppy, just three months old, he became the family‘s center of attention. Each morning, as soon as he heard my daughter Kayla moving around downstairs, he had to be taken down for playtime before she left for work. When she came home from work, we had him waiting for her at the door.

After three weeks we left for home. On the drive, we let Tad talk to Kayla on the phone each night. Once home, every time we called Kayla or she called us, we always put Tad on. He scratched the phone and listened intently and tried to look into the phone to see her.

One Saturday, Kayla called while we were out. She left a message. Tad was standing beside me when I pressed the button to listen to the message. He listened to her talking and cocked his head, grinning at me. I played it again for him.

A few days later, I was taking my shower when I heard the answering machine come on and Kayla leave a message. I thought it was strange when I heard her message repeat and the machine announce, “End of messages.” A few seconds later Kayla’s message began yet again.

Wondering what was going on, I climbed out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and headed into the living room. There stood Tad, listening to the answering machine. I stopped and watched. When the message finished, he stood up with his feet against the edge of the low table, reached over with one paw and slapped the answering machine. The message came on again. He dropped back on the floor and listened happily.

I told him “no,” and distracted him from the answering machine while I erased the message. A few days later I was in the kitchen when I heard, “You have no messages.” I headed for the living room. Tad had started the machine again. I watched as he cocked his head and looked at the answering machine. Then he stood with his feet on the edge of the table and tapped the button again: “You have no messages.” He walked around to the other side of the table and repeated the process with the same results. This really irritated him. He returned to his first position, took both paws and began slapping and clawing the answering machine. It repeated: “You have no messages.”

I said, “Tad, leave the answering machine alone.” He looked at me and then turned back to the answering machine, digging at it furiously. When it repeated the same message, he ran to me and then ran back to the answering machine, waiting for me to do something. I realized he wanted to hear Kayla talking, but I had erased the message.

I called Kayla that night and asked her to call Tad and leave him a message. I explained that Tad had listened to her message, but I had erased it. When he tried to listen to it again and didn’t hear her message, he had been unhappy.

Kayla called Tad and left a special message for him that he can play and listen to whenever he wants to hear Kayla’s voice. We call it puppy love, twenty-first-century style!

  • Watch our Happy taking a nap 🙂
blessed sunday

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Mad World!

A Pantene Philippines Commercial that has gone viral online.  The message is to encourage women to leave labels behind and go strong and shine… 🙂

  • Have you experienced being labeled as a woman or a man and/or a gay or a lesbian?

What can you say about the message that this commercial was trying to convey here?

As for me, I will stick to “My Attitude- My Life- My Rule”

How about you! 🙂

  • Curious about the song?  Here is the original version of the song.
  • It reminded me of my high school days.. The dancing steps and partying.. hehehe 🙂

You may like this version too:

  •  And together in duet… An American and Bristish Artists
  • Whoooaaaa! I look at them now and it reminds me of my age!  Yay! 😀

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Wikepedia

Mad World” is a song by the British band Tears for Fears. Written by Roland Orzabal and sung by bassist Curt Smith, it was the band’s third single release and first chart hit, reaching #3 on the UK Singles Chart in November 1982. Both “Mad World” and its B-side, “Ideas as Opiates”, appeared on the band’s debut LP The Hurting the following year. The song eventually became Tears for Fears’ first international hit, reaching the Top 40 in several countries in 1982 and 1983, peaking notably at #2 in South Africa.[1]

Two decades later, the song made a popular resurgence when it was covered in a much slower, minimalist style by composers Michael Andrews and Gary Jules for the soundtrack to the movie Donnie Darko in 2001. This version reached #1 in the UK in December 2003, and also became an international hit.

blessed sunday

The Voice Of The Jungle

I stumbled upon this video in YouTube and I was surprised to see the so called people “Zo’é Tribe”
I am aware that I work in a place where people prefer twigs than toothbrush… hehehehe
BUT this?  I never thought that there are still people who lives in this kind of culture,  by which you are about to watch in today’s Cafe Siesta with me.

I thought that this is  an  awesome adventure so I invited you all to walk with me in the jungle.  Bring your bed and one or two pillows with you… 🙂 Enjoy!

Isolated: The Zo’é tribe (full documentary)

 

And it’s very important to grab your favorite cup of coffee or tea as you roam around the jungle!

Cheers!

Cheers!

I want more donut, please?

I want more donut, please?

Get a charge out of all your weekends, everyone!

I love you guys! mmmwahhh!

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Over The Rainbow

Brenda’s Wish… you should read it here… It really is so touching that I cried but with a smile and full of awe kind of feeling.

Really Amazing! 🙂

blessed sunday

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A Street Boy Singing Whitney Houston’s I Will Always Love You… He’s Amazing And Very Talented!

Last OCTOBER 2, 2012, I posted about a boy who became famous in You Tube singing a Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You

Roel Manlangit from Bukidnon, Philippines

And Now He Is A Star

Roel Manlangit won the Grand Finals in Philippine Got Talent Season 4.
Finally he has his dream come true 🙂

God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

– unknown

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Can I borrow $5?

Boy

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A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.

SON: ‘Mommy, may I ask you a question?’

MOM: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the woman.

SON: ‘Mommy, how much do you make an hour?’

MOM: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the woman said angrily.

SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

MOM: ‘If you must know, I make  $20 an hour.’

SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: “Mommy, may I please borrow $5?”

The mother was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut
the door..

The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $5 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

‘Are you asleep, son?’ She asked.

‘No Mommy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the woman. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $5 you asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you Mommy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.

‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the mother grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.

‘Mommy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow.
I would like to have dinner with you.’

The mother was crushed. She put her arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness. 

It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $20 worth of your time with someone you love. 

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.  And for those mom working miles aways from home like me… Cheer up! It’s a computer world!  So just make sure that your SKYPE is open 24/7….  as if you’ve never been away at all 🙂

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Taken With Strange Musical Note

I am like in the dark room
where I patiently roam
With eyes open wide
but sightless I ride

Hear only charms of sound
nowhere else bound

But the amazing is
this noise of note bliss
It calms all my fear
all blessed dreams felt near

In this moment of hope
I trust, I wonder, I cope
This fresh note not a ghost
It found me when I was lost

Out from this rocky road
Music plays, voices blend
Sunshine sheers as gold!

Abeille Amore

Revisited

Long Distance Love Gallery

Dolly’s Gifts… A Short Fiction Story by JAuroraMorealist … And Now I Challenge You!

Revisited:

By the age of eight, ginger-haired Dolly and her flaxen-haired friend Rosemary were old hands at life and privately giggled behind their hands at their parents. Not in a nasty way, just in the “oh, all right, then, Mummy” way that little girls and boys often do. Inseparable was what their parents all called the girls. On a bleak holiday afternoon with no school for days, Rosemary was away visiting her grandparents and Dolly found herself alone again in the house with one of the servants.

“Balvir, what are you doing?” Dolly asked, her curious, freckled nose poking over the counter as she stood watching the slim woman straining a white mixture through cheese cloth.

“I am making paneer,” Balvir said.

“I love paneer! Can I help?”

Dolly’s eager hands knocked the bowl over before Balvir could react. The clots of cheese dribbled down the counter onto the floor and Balvir’s cloth dangled from one hand. Dolly instantly shut her big, blue eyes and her shoulders automatically hunched up together, waiting…  Balvir spoke quickly.

“Don’t worry, Dolly, we will make again, I need you help me.”

She smiled and Dolly relaxed into the warmth of the kitchen, the fragrances of goodness and safety that would wrap her in comfort long into the future.

Rosemary arrived home with gifts, full of stories of fun with her parents and grandparents, snowy sleigh rides, bells, hot cocoa, sparkling city lights on all the towers around Big Ben and an unexpected surprise for Dolly.

“So what did you do while I was away,” she asked, as soon as the two were settled in Rosemary’s frilly pink bedroom. Rosemary wore her new red velvet Christmas dress with shoes to match. Even the ribbons in her braided hair were exactly the same shade of red as the dress.

Dolly thought about this and brightened, “I made paneer with Balvir!”

“Oh, so what,” Rosemary said. “So you made cheese. Who cares about that, anybody can do that. What else did you do?”

Again, Dolly fell quiet.

“I love Balvir. She is the kindest person I know,” Dolly said, twirling one of her soft ginger curls around a finger like a corkscrew.

“Oh, bloody hell, she’s a servant and she is cinnamon skinned, why would you love her?” Rosemary asked.

Busy pulling her cache out to display for Dolly, she failed to notice Dolly had already moved to the door.

Dolly yanked the door open with one hand and turned to answer Rosemary who was now paying attention. At full attention, frozen with all her pretty gifts in her hands just the way Dolly would remember her forever.

“Balvir’s skin is REAL! And it’s not cheese, it’s PANEER, you idiot!”

Dolly ran all the way home before she realized that she still held the gift she’d meant to give Rosemary in her hand.  A handmade gift she had fashioned with Balvir’s help, a Christmas tree ornament they’d painted over with a map of the world, the land all gold, the waters all blue, the same beautiful lands and waters that separated Balvir from her family.  Once inside her own bedroom, Dolly tore the tag off the gift and replaced it with a new, larger tag that read:

Happy Christmas to Balvir my beloved best friend.
With love forever from  Dolly.
 
 
Condense, condense, the teachers say
No room for murk or sticky egg yolks 
Nor milky, opaque prose, just write
With one good squeeze of lemon, folks!
 
(c) November 23 2011 JAuroraMorealist
 
Continue reading this story to find out, how it was cooked with delight and fun by Author: JAuroraMorealist
 
The ingredients:
1. I like to see some ginger kind of feeling in a story of a little girl with some touch of rosemary and cinnamon with a whisk of cheese all over.
2. how about some egg yolks with condense milk and a squeeze of sweet lemon in a poem?
 

To those who just love challenges how about with the same ingredients above.. you write your own fiction and a poem too and link it to this post?  Let’s see how good you were to cook a story 🙂

Deadline: December 23, 2012

 
The Spirit of Christmas is here…  Keep on blogging and stay happy!
 

My Candy-Flavored Submarine

A christmas tree.

She turns to her right side and reaches the lamp to switch it on.

She looks on her watch, “Oh it’s already near midnight.  Why he isn’t home yet.”

She cannot sleep again so she decided to make a coffee and continue to write her novel.

She goes to her study room and opens her MacBook Air.  She’s almost done with her last chapter.
Her mind is pretty occupied to come up with a splendid ending, when all of a sudden, she hears him knocking the door and calling her name, “Lan, darling open up!” Mulan is surprised.   She knows he has his own key.

“Coming!” She shouted and rushed to the door and almost slipped herself to the floor. “Oooops!”

When she opened the door she got more surprise,  “Vian, what happened to you my love?  Why are your clothes wet?” Vianito entered right away and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.  “I just got to take a shower, my love.  I will tell you later what happened”.

Vianito on his fresh pajamas jumps to bed and embraces Mulan who stays seated on the bed waiting for him to tell her what happened.

“I’m sorry my love I came home late.  I was already on the Buologne Bridge, when I took my cell phone from my pocket to call you.  But I must have pulled it out so strong that my house key came with it.  It was strange because it flew away down the bridge.  So I tried to fish it out.  Hahahaha. “Vianito laughed out loud that even Mulan could not believe it.  They both laughed their heart out, they even got tears in their eyes.

“I did not find my key, but I saw some wasted oil and salad dumped along the lakeshore. It was disgusting how some people litter around.” A bit disappointed.

Then later he gets closer to her to kiss her, “Oh my love, you’re so pretty.  You want me tonight, don’t you, because you are wearing my favorite red lipstick on you, hmmmm?”  He teases her.

“That’s the general idea.” She smiles at him sweetly. “Come here, you naughty, naughty boy.”

Mulan grabs him and kisses him wildly, “You’re right.  I want you.”

Morning came and Mulan woke up late.  Beside her pillow she saw the note that Vianito wrote to her.

Hey sweetie, I didn’t want to wake you up but…

I have your name carved on my submarine
With a teaspoon of candy-flavored paint on my truck.
Oh you my sweet honey you…   You took all of my Sarin
Last night, was a big fight, until now my world, you rock!

Your candy-flavored submarine,
Vian

Mulan is happy.  She feels his  love all over her.

Morning sunshine fills her day.

Now she got work to do.  It’s day one of December.  Time to decorate a Christmas Tree.

Well, aren’t we all?

adollyciousirony 🙂

My Candy-Flavored Submarine

Can I borrow $5?

Can I borrow $5?

A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.

SON: ‘Mummy, may I ask you a question?’

MUM: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the woman.

SON: ‘Mummy, how much do you make an hour?’

MUM: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the woman said angrily.

SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

MUM: ‘If you must know, I make  $20 an hour.’

SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: “Mummy, may I please borrow $5?”

The mother was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut
the door..

The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $5 and he really didn’t ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

‘Are you asleep, son?’ She asked.

‘No Mummy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the woman. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $5 you asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you Mummy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.

‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the mother grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.

‘Mummy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow.
I would like to have dinner with you.’

The mother was crushed. She put her arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness. 

It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $20 worth of your time with someone you love. 

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. 

Beyond My Dream

As usual he always wake up early at 6 in the morning, roaming around his property. He wakes up, he faces me on his left side, gives me his warm hug and kisses me gently on my lips, trying not to wake me up in my deep sleep. But he is not aware that I feel his every move. He gets up on bed, makes some numbers of stretches then goes to bathroom to dressing room, and put his morning clothes on. He sleeps naked, he likes this and I love it too, because the heat of his body warms me all night long. I smile as he reached out to our bedroom door and I continue with my sleep.

Nanny entered and opened the curtain window, the 7 o’clock sun comes shining right thru my bed. She said, “Breakfast is ready, my lady, Lord Van is waiting for you, at the lobby.” I yawned and inhaled deeply, stretching up my legs, raising them up to my forehead, hold them for 10 counts and slowly exhaling, bringing them down. I counted another 10 just lying on my bed restfully and smiling, thinking what to wear for breakfast to impress him.

I carefully watch my steps going down stairs. I can see his eyes locked in me, right there where he sits on the coffee table, putting down the newspaper he was reading. He smiles and stands up and meet me halfway, excited to hold me and kiss me. We embraced and kissed long. I feel his heart beats fast, his kisses more stronger now and he slides his right hand between my thighs. I don’t wear any undies. He does not like them. I wore his favorite dress It’s silk, pastel pink, strap-less to knee skirt long, fabric wrapping loosely to my body. I groaned wildly as he slides in and out his finger…while still kissing me on his lips, his left hand now pulled down my top, squeezed hard my left breast and to my right, then slowly he lowered his head sucked each of them… my head is spinning now, I know I am ready for him… I want him to have me… my moan grew wilder and louder now my breathing is so fast… he lead me to lay my back on the empty coffee table, from there he taste my juice thoroughly and hungrily…I said “I will come soon my love…” and I came heavenly. But I want more of him. He did not stop from there, he knows I want more. He drew his full thrust in me, my hips go in rhythm with him… Gosh! I came again.

He is not done yet, he becomes more aggressive now… he drew his thrust, again and again more deeper now and harder. His blue eyes become like blue ocean on strong and big waves. We both moaned so strongly and we came at the same time and collapsed. I can still feel all of him in me. We giggled afterwards, kissing each other again. Teasing that we are both glad the coffee table is strong enough to hold both of us. We sat down, facing each other, eyes locked in together. We were both speechless but happy. Two minutes later, the butler came with two black coffee served to us. He said, “My lady, My Lord, your breakfast is ready in the dining room.” We both nodded to him. We sipped down and enjoyed the taste and aroma of our coffee. Ten minutes later, with holding hands we both went and have our healthy breakfast.

Across our dining room is a veranda. We stay there for like 2 hours talking anything under the sun after breakfast. We both like to eat our dessert here. Autumn meets winter so the morning air is both warm and cold. We watch the leaves of our blueberry trees fell down the ground with some snow flakes and air flew them by…

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Happy Christmas-A Short Fiction Story by JAuroraMorealist

By the age of eight, ginger-haired Dolly and her flaxen-haired friend Rosemary were old hands at life and privately giggled behind their hands at their parents. Not in a nasty way, just in the “oh, all right, then, Mummy” way that little girls and boys often do. Inseparable was what their parents all called the girls. On a bleak holiday afternoon with no school for days, Rosemary was away visiting her grandparents and Dolly found herself alone again in the house with one of the servants.

“Balvir, what are you doing?” Dolly asked, her curious, freckled nose poking over the counter as she stood watching the slim woman straining a white mixture through cheese cloth.

“I am making paneer,” Balvir said.

“I love paneer! Can I help?”

Dolly’s eager hands knocked the bowl over before Balvir could react. The clots of cheese dribbled down the counter onto the floor and Balvir’s cloth dangled from one hand. Dolly instantly shut her big, blue eyes and her shoulders automatically hunched up together, waiting…  Balvir spoke quickly.

“Don’t worry, Dolly, we will make again, I need you help me.”

She smiled and Dolly relaxed into the warmth of the kitchen, the fragrances of goodness and safety that would wrap her in comfort long into the future.

Rosemary arrived home with gifts, full of stories of fun with her parents and grandparents, snowy sleigh rides, bells, hot cocoa, sparkling city lights on all the towers around Big Ben and an unexpected surprise for Dolly.

“So what did you do while I was away,” she asked, as soon as the two were settled in Rosemary’s frilly pink bedroom. Rosemary wore her new red velvet Christmas dress with shoes to match. Even the ribbons in her braided hair were exactly the same shade of red as the dress.

Dolly thought about this and brightened, “I made paneer with Balvir!”

“Oh, so what,” Rosemary said. “So you made cheese. Who cares about that, anybody can do that. What else did you do?”

Again, Dolly fell quiet.

“I love Balvir. She is the kindest person I know,” Dolly said, twirling one of her soft ginger curls around a finger like a corkscrew.

“Oh, bloody hell, she’s a servant and she is cinnamon skinned, why would you love her?” Rosemary asked.

Busy pulling her cache out to display for Dolly, she failed to notice Dolly had already moved to the door.

Dolly yanked the door open with one hand and turned to answer Rosemary who was now paying attention. At full attention, frozen with all her pretty gifts in her hands just the way Dolly would remember her forever.

“Balvir’s skin is REAL! And it’s not cheese, it’s PANEER, you idiot!”

Dolly ran all the way home before she realized that she still held the gift she’d meant to give Rosemary in her hand.  A handmade gift she had fashioned with Balvir’s help, a Christmas tree ornament they’d painted over with a map of the world, the land all gold, the waters all blue, the same beautiful lands and waters that separated Balvir from her family.  Once inside her own bedroom, Dolly tore the tag off the gift and replaced it with a new, larger tag that read:

Happy Christmas to Balvir my beloved best friend.
With love forever from  Dolly.
 
Continue reading this story to find out, how it was cooked with delight and fun by Author: JAuroraMorealist
 
The Spirit of Christmas is here…  Keep on blogging and stay happy!
 

My Candy-Flavored Submarine

A christmas tree.

She turns to her right side and reaches the lamp to switch it on.

She looks on her watch, “Oh it’s already near midnight.  Why he isn’t home yet.”

She cannot sleep again so she decided to make a coffee and continue to write her novel.

She goes to her study room and opens her MacBook Air.  She’s almost done with her last chapter.
Her mind is pretty occupied to come up with a splendid ending, when all of a sudden, she hears him knocking the door and calling her name, “Lan, darling open up!” Mulan is surprised.   She knows he has his own key.

“Coming!” She shouted and rushed to the door and almost slipped herself to the floor. “Oooops!”

When she opened the door she got more surprise,  “Vian, what happened to you my love?  Why are your clothes wet?” Vianito entered right away and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.  “I just got to take a shower, my love.  I will tell you later what happened”.

Vianito on his fresh pajamas jumps to bed and embraces Mulan who stays seated on the bed waiting for him to tell her what happened.

“I’m sorry my love I came home late.  I was already on the Buologne Bridge, when I took my cell phone from my pocket to call you.  But I must have pulled it out so strong that my house key came with it.  It was strange because it flew away down the bridge.  So I tried to fish it out.  Hahahaha. “Vianito laughed out loud that even Mulan could not believe it.  They both laughed their heart out, they even got tears in their eyes.

“I did not find my key, but I saw some wasted oil and salad dumped along the lakeshore. It was disgusting how some people litter around.” A bit disappointed.

Then later he gets closer to her to kiss her, “Oh my love, you’re so pretty.  You want me tonight, don’t you, because you are wearing my favorite red lipstick on you, hmmmm?”  He teases her.

“That’s the general idea.” She smiles at him sweetly. “Come here, you naughty, naughty boy.”

Mulan grabs him and kisses him wildly, “You’re right.  I want you.”

Morning came and Mulan woke up late.  Beside her pillow she saw the note that Vianito wrote to her.

Hey sweetie, I didn’t want to wake you up but…

I have your name carved on my submarine
With a teaspoon of candy-flavored paint on my truck.
Oh you my sweet honey you…   You took all of my Sarin
Last night, was a big fight, until now my world, you rock!

Your candy-flavored submarine,
Vian

Mulan is happy.  She feels his  love all over her.

Morning sunshine fills her day.

Now she got work to do.  It’s day one of December.  Time to decorate a Christmas Tree.

Well, aren’t we all?

adollyciousirony 🙂

 

My Candy-Flavored Submarine

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