#9: Hana Yori Dango 花より団子

I dream then drool then chew to eat
You dream then drool then see to eat
But who’s to say my method is right?
And why would yours be better than mine?

You and I are full and satisfied
But you and I are subdivided
And you and I have appreciation
But you and I have different opinions!

I may have a palette to cleanse
But we both have an itch that meets no end
You may have tangible evidence
But we also have no precedence

I taste notes, ratios, proportions, consistentcy
You taste color, dimension, proportion, calligraphy
I see potential, improvement, advancement, a name
You see aperture, focus, spotlight, a frame

But through all the wonder and debate and fame
We both write history our audience craves
And in the process you and I have self proclaimed
That you and I are one of the same.


Inokashira Park

Last Monday, I took a stroll through Inokashira Park for the first time after enjoying a hardy avocado burger and potato wedges from Village Vanguard Diner near Kichijoji Station. I figured I had to work off the calories somehow. I made my way down to the lake where you’ll see ginormous swans and other vibrant paddle boats and row boats alike bumping into each other. It reminded me of when I went to the Philippines and was coerced into doing the painful job of rowing and crashing into other people repeatedly. But, I admit it was a little fun in all the humiliation of being uncoordinated.

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The beautiful Sakuras hovered over the edges of the lake and dipped into it like how a waterfall goes right over a cliff. I highly recommend visiting Inokashira Park along with the many other picturesque mazes of nature all throughout Tokyo. This year about 30% of cherry blossoms were blooming by March 22nd and are now 80% gone (April 2nd). It was a good 11 days these beauties have served. And I can’t wait to see them next year.

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A hui hou ❤

Happy Hanami

My very first Hanami was near the Kudanshita Station with friends and yes I was a little tipsy from a few highballs and strong zeros… but all was well and it was absolutely beautiful. Yes, at night it’s a little different thus a slightly different experience but well worth the trip. If you scroll down…


…I also went to the Shinjuku Gyoen National Park. Where it was crowded on a Tuesday afternoon at Disneyland. Granted, you have to pay 200 yen to get into the park and yes they check your bags for alcohol. I got pretty lucky at security thus pretty tipsy under cherry blossoms. Shh. A picnic under these beauties is tradition during this semi-one week season, which is why you see just a nanoscopic part of the picnic partakers partaking.

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And of course, I went to the Nakameguro river that all tourists and locals know about just to see these babies bloom. The river runs almost 8 kilometers (if you’re metric) or 5 miles (if you’re imperial) and you can see and absorb the beauty nature generously gives to us selfish human beings alongside the entire river. Going to all these different places really makes me appreciate the one thing of many that we often forget and that many others don’t have: time.

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Happy Hanami and a hui hou ❤

#4: The End

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She trots across the room

with baby blue jeans and pink shoes

with bulbous brown eyes she looks up at you

with glossy lips from spoonfuls of squash

you feed her, I see it now, her lusc-

-ious kisses stain you with blush

a never ending warmth

like the first sip of tea or broth

or the first sunrise to welcome the new month

and with every sunrise, the sun sets

day after day it rests

to remind me it’s

the end

her trots

my thoughts

her gloss-

-y lips that can’t talk

her pudgy legs that won’t walk

all for reasons I cannot

comprehend or begin to explain

the anger, the rage, the frustration, the pain

it boils, it emulsifies, it defiles, it reverberates

throughout the empty, dark corners of me.

We never met you but we love you, our sweet honey bee.

Lulumahu Falls, HI

9:00 AM and I’m half asleep in the back seat of my friend’s car. We mentally prepare for a hike and a half because in order to get to the trail to the falls, we have to maneuver through a forest of bamboo trees, bushes of California grass that could play for the NBA, and 20 feet up the steepest hill ever.

After 20 minutes, the three of us make it to the top of the steep hill, which felt like hiking up a wall, hyperventilating and this is what you see…


The views you work for on this hike are more memorable and rewarding than a sip of water in Death Valley in July.

You’ll be able to see groups of people walking to and from the starting point of the actual hike to Lulumahu Falls along the pathway. One thing I like about hiking new trails is the “follow-the-leader-formation” people make as if we were ants. It was my first time trekking this trail and I can appreciate knowing where my destination is based on trail pheromones.


We hike through brooks and boulders passing by fellow hikers sweating and complaining to each other until we saw…


The water is fresh and ice cold and a few minutes into our admiration, my friend says, “I wonder where all this water is coming from.” And I think I peed a little from laughing at her. But she’s great.

We swim for a bit and head back down a hike and a half. It was only lunchtime when we got back to the car so we bought some snacks and headed for Lanikai Beach…


Hawaii will forever be where my heart is.

E lei ke aloha no na kau a kau ❤

(Aloha today, tomorrow, always)

A hui hou ❤