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STREAMLINING PASTA
I wholeheartedly thank everyone for their warm regards for Bado. She’d be ecstatic if she knew how much attention she could single handedly bring in. I’ve always knew that she beats buttered biscuits. …I’m thinking, grief in its pure form is quite harmless, to be handled as a cold that wants nothing more than to…
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EMPTY
ON October 21th, 2013 —————————————————— A SLICE OF OUR HEARTS HOLLOWED, AND IS FOREVER EMPTY. —————————————————— In the memory of Bado 2004~2013 .
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SELL OUT
I recently landed in a couple of situations where I had to articulate the idea of my blog, a sales-pitch so to speak. The effort quickly brought brightened realizations to myself that whatever effort I made to explain the original vision or benchmark that I set out for when I started doing this, is now…
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SALMON POKE-D YOU. YOU SHOULD POKE BACK
Two weeks ago when I stood in front of the ordering-counter in the most celebrated poke (a Hawaiian appetizer mostly made with raw seafood and other seasonings) joint in Honolulu, I found myself deep, once again, in a familiar dilemma. I could on one hand, dig through the baffling complicatedness for the source of the…
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POST-HAWAII BLUE & COFFEE CRUSTED NUTS
The danger is real. There’s a paradise out there. You can’t move two steps without hearing old-time tales of unsuspecting wanderers who passed by and never left, got sucked in by that boundless flickering of Pacific blues so wicked that they dared plunging into the terrifying anxiety of a slowed down life. Made home, even…
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NOTHING EDIBLE BUT…
Kitchen draught alert, due to post-Hawaii blues. All systems rebooting but meanwhile… I seriously think you all should say hello to my new friend – Dude. Home address: +19° 49′ 44.99″, -155° 59′ 29.94″, Hōlualoa, HI Bring a seaweed.
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PRE-DEPARTURE MICROWAVE MADNESS
Despite the level of embarrassment that I’m sure will hit me the moment I get back from Paradise (Tuesday!), I still decided to send this truth out there. The truth that once in a while, on some particular full-moons and/or… the night before a long trip away from home, there’s absolutely no excuse for my…
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THE HOT TRIPLETS
I’m shouting out to you in the middle of the Pacific Ocean!! Warm waves… creamy white sands… waving palm trees… oh wait oops, are you cold there? Don’t say I’m not nice. Here, drink this, what I call the hot triplets. Oh, and it goes with this, the sweet buttah sandwich. Both are mutations from…
