Summer Nights - Blog Posts

Tuna Macaroni Salad A creamy tuna-mac salad with tons of flavor is made by tossing cooked macaroni with your favorite Italian dressing and marinating it overnight.

Happy Shiver Day!

She’s very cool, I love her-

It's weird how fast the time passes. I was busy being... well, busy, and life went by me.

Summer nights. I never put together why I felt so nostalgic about this specific time of the year, even though it's not my favorite season. Now that I think of it, it has more to do with television and wattpad.

You see, growing up I wasn't allowed to go out of my house unless it was for school. So television became my only source of happiness. I was very drawn to cartoons and kid's shows, especially the one's from Japan. Shin Chan, Doraemon, Ryukendo, Beyblade, you name it. While I'm aware that it's supposed to be called anime, it's considered cartoon in my country because of it's dubbed version being widely known.

I lived in small towns for most of my life so this atmosphere was mostly peaceful. I would sit out near the grass before my bedtime to feel something. The chirping of crickets and the soft breeze eased my little heart that longed for friends. Not that it matters now, but not being able to interact with my friends during vacation made my feel like a frog in a well. A frog who knew how the life outside the well looked.

When I turned 12, I got a hand-me-down phone from my mother. I quickly opened a Facebook account to connect with my friends after school season ended. It didn't do much since my friends were busy hanging out with people, in-person. I was still a kid obsessed with a fictional character so I took quizzes online and eventually it led me to the world of fanfictions.

I swear to God the fanfictions back in the day were different. Those still has sex scenes but it was a result of several cute interactions and awkward sexual tension, not the dominant, angry alpha, arrogant ceo bullshit you see these days. Even the Alpha characters in old fanfictions used to be cold but empathetic, unlike the uncontrollable monsters of today. The old ones were only misunderstood to be monsters, the ones these days are actual monsters.

Anyways, it all led me to the peak era of wattpad (2014-2017). I became obsessed with fanfictions and read around 20000 words per day. I would've read more if my internet access wasn't limited. I would read it under the stars while sitting out near the garden or in my dimly lit room with my windows wide open.

I could go on about these forever but I won't. One thousand or more words aren't enough to share the impact of Japanese children’s shows and anime on my childhood and the longing for to relive the lonely but simple past every summer night.

I wish I would’ve said it

It was cold out, everyone was drunk. I fell asleep on your shoulder, you let me. I wrapped my arms around your left one to keep myself from falling, you let me. They left and went to his house. We stayed. You woke me up, let’s go to the fireplace, you said. And we went, my arms still around you. Half the city watched the burning flames, celebrating nobody knows what. Warm colored reflections on your skin, flames in your eyes, smile on your face. I loved watching you like that. You turned your head to me, said something, blushed and looked away again. I wish I would still remember what you said. My eyes got heavy and I put my head on your shoulder again, you let me. You kept me from falling, always keeping an eye on me. You held on tighter to me as everyone started singing, still celebrating nobody knows what. I loved watching your lips move as you silently sang with em. You laid you head on top of mine, perfect height, you said and we both chuckled. Exactly one head taller, they said and watched us with sparks in their eyes. I loved being there with you. I told you about my thoughts on your friends and you nodded and told me about what you thought about mine. Us two being the only connection between the groups. I loved being the person you let inside your head for a second. I loved being by your side. I loved being me in these exact moments, because that meant having you right next to me. I loved your little laughs. I loved your kisses on the head. I loved your arms around me. I loved watching the flames slowly dancing with you. I loved everything about that night. But it ended, and I for sure didn’t love that. I wanted to tell you everything I loved about this night and how much I didn’t want it to end. And still, to this day, I wish I would’ve said it.

Refreshing Summer Orzo Salad - Pasta Salad For those sweltering summer nights, this pasta, olive, and spinach salad is the perfect light meal. It tastes good with either grilled chicken or tuna, if you prefer.

Pampering of the Spirits, 2021

Mischief and allurement of summer nights

I’ve discovered, during my many firefly-catching excursions, that if I use my phone flashlight to see them, they will flee rapidly away from me.

I was going to mock this, as it’s basically a giant firefly, but then I realized that if an enormous human randomly spawned from the dead of night and began chasing me, I too would Usain-fucking-Bolt in the opposite direction.

one million callies!!!!!

The moon last night was so pretty. I get up and there it is....