Just came in from Abebooks.com

If this is your first time hearing about Abebooks.com, then it’s time to familiarize yourself with them. People they are PHAT! The selection at Abebooks is vast, their delivery time is better than Pizza Hut in the hood and they’re RIDONKULOUSLY CHEAP. Yeah they’re used, but it’s a book for crying out loud. It’s not like you have to wear it!

Anyhow, ‘OnceUponAde’ has a little more writing to do in addition to some design work in photoshop and then it’s on to ‘1421 The Year China Discovered America‘ written by Gavin Menzies.

I heard phenomenal things about this 600 page monster.



I Sigh As There Are No More Pages Left To Read

I have said it before, but I’ll say it again. There is a subtle, brief period of sorrow after fully completing a book. In my opinion, reading a book takes a level of commitment to the material within. Just like men and woman risks their hearts in new relationship endeavors, you risk your time and emotions in chancing a new book. The odds of finding a good ‘read’ or ‘partner’ aren’t always in our favor.



Gang Leader For A Day

by Sudhir Venkatesh

A risk well taken. Great read.



Box office hits.

Designed by Ade`

Designed by Ade`


If ‘entanglement, incomprehensiveness, tragedy and misfortune ’ were all movies, then the theaters would be filled with box office hits.

So let’s begin with the February 8th movie, called The Crimean Crisis, which looked poised to continue it’s reign as the number one most talked about dilemma, until the Mysterious Disappearance hit theaters on March 8th. A movie about the bewildering plight of a Malaysian airliner which vanished off of the radar somewhere between the Gulf of Thailand and the South China Sea. For approximately five weeks tickets were sold out, as the film highlighted laborious searches at sea, taking place both day and night. The film did a marvelous job of capturing the emotions back on land, where family members cried out and pleaded for explanations.

Soon after, Sewol, a film about the unclear sinking of a South Korean ferry with hundreds of students stuck inside was released. Whenever innocent children are involved, emotions become an easy target, as was with the film, which captured audiences all around the world. Strangely, a Nigerian film, also involving children was released only a day after Sewol, called Bring Back Our Girls, however, this film received only a smattering of attention compared to Sewol.

It doesn’t take a monocle for us to see that current conditions in most parts of the world are tumultuous, which is why I love this Chinese Proverb title; Maybe So, Maybe Not. We’ll see.

 A farmer and his son had a beloved stallion who helped the family earn a living. One day, the horse ran away and their neighbors exclaimed, “Your horse ran away, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”

A few days later, the horse returned home, leading a few wild mares back to the farm as well. The neighbors shouted out, “Your horse has returned, and brought several horses home with him. What great luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”

Later that week, the farmer’s son was trying to break one of the mares and she threw him to the ground, breaking his leg. The villagers cried, “Your son broke his leg, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”

A few weeks later, soldiers from the national army marched through town, recruiting all the able-bodied boys for the army. They did not take the farmer’s son, still recovering from his injury. Friends shouted, “Your boy is spared, what tremendous luck!” To which the farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”

 The moral of this story, is, of course, that no event, in and of itself, can truly be judged as good or bad, lucky or unlucky, fortunate or unfortunate, but that only time will tell the whole story.


Check it! Who’s the Black Sheep, What’s the Black Sheep!

Offerings of a beautiful Monday to all who reside on the Western hemisphere. And for my acquaintances on the Eastern half, I hope your slumber is undisturbed.

Yes, I know the title has nothing to do with nothing, but just felt like quoting some ole school Black Sheep.

Okay, so regularly my mother and I read the ‘Daily Bread, Word and other spiritual literature in order to keep us guided through rough waters and for continued strength. It’s not unusual to find inspirational sayings, quotes and so on and so forth contained within.

Well yesterday, the Daily Bread had a sentence within it that read something like this: “When you forget yourself, you usually start doing something others will remember.” 

How awesome is that?

So now I know what needs to happen. A new brand of T-Shirt needs to flood the fashion circuits. Just an idea below, but I’m thinking something along these lines. A rough sketch created without a drawing tablet or sleep or my usual morning coffee, so be gentle.

Brand Ade`

An outline of ourselves with words to live by inside and around.

Opinions welcomed as always 😉


You must think if you wish to change your environment!

‘Use your situation no matter how bad, difficult or uncomfortable it may be, to achieve SUCCESS.  Think better to live better.’

If you follow this site and enjoy what is posted, then thank you so much. If you follow this site and have bought a copy of my short story, then I LOVE YOU. If this is your first time viewing the site, then I suggest that you click ‘follow’ at the top of the site and GO GET YO SELF A BOOK! Lol

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Once Upon Ade: Living Creative Portfolio displayed its first post on August 20, 2013. Since that day the site has been viewed over 1200 times. I don’t know about you but we are very happy with those numbers.

From here on out each post, image or story will continue to improve in clarity and be even more engaging for the reader. However, with that said the frequency of uploads and posts will decrease due to our steadfast focus on several other BEHEMOTH projects. And when I say BEHEMOTH, I mean HUGE. POTENTIAL GAME CHANGERS! Please pray that we are able to see these projects to the finish point.


Instead of daily updates and alerts, you can expect varying posts and uploads to be available on a weekly to bi-weekly basis.

Coming soon…

Short Stories

1.)    Panic at the Gate

2.)   42 (An interview with a soon to be released inmate) Inspired by the Herman                Wallace story.


1.)    42 – Oil Painting.

We ain't shavin...well hopefully we will be soon. haha.

We ain’t shavin…well hopefully we will be soon. haha.

 Thank you 🙂

Why I came back home.


“You’ll be back. I’m giving you a few months until I see you in Asia again,” my friend said to me as we shook hands and parted ways.

The one constant question that I have incessantly received isn’t the one asking whether I miss living overseas or what country would I love to return to. Nor has anyone asked me if I miss the various exotic foods or unique culture. Believe it or not, not a single soul has asked me if I miss the way my life used to be on foreign soil. Kinda strange, if you ask me. Those are the typical questions that I expect to receive.

Without fail, roughly twice a day I am asked by friends and some family alike, ‘why I chose to come back home… a.k.a America’.

Just the other day I was sitting in the back seat of my friends new car. It looked and smelled like a Dodge Durango. In my opinion certain new cars have distinct smells. During my college days as a valet I was able to develop a weird ability to recognize cars by their smell. This aroma that my nose was inhaling was undoubtedly a Dodge of some sort.

We were on our way to the ‘SRC’ to play some basketball. The SRC is the student recreational center at Arizona State University and it just underwent some seriously renovating. “How long has it been since you’ve been to Tempe,” my friend asked. “Man, at least 7 years,” I reply as I realize how fast time flies. The side streets and alley ways that I used to take to class were no longer recognizable. “Remember this place?” my friend asked. “Umm, wasn’t that place…uh, I don’t  know,” I said. “Haha, that used to be your dorm,” he said as he chuckled. “No way! All those memories I created in that place and now it’s a freaking parking garage,” I say in a somber voice. I was quickly realizing that things were different. The people whom which I associated with were now either married or married with children of their own. Places I ate at were no longer in familiar locations. I was gone for quite some time. It would have been foolish of me to expect life to pause and wait for my return.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, why did you come back,” my friend asks. There had been a silence in the car for the last minute or so. Ostensibly, we were all admiring the plethora of new ASU facilities or perhaps we were preparing our minds to win some basketball games at the newly remodeled gym.

I took a deep breath simply because yet again I was confronted with this question. My spirit knows the reasons why I returned home, however, formulating this response into words was something that I did not know how to do. The SRC was coming up on our left and in a matter of seconds we would be out of the car and lacing up our shoes. My friend who was in the drivers seat looked up and peered into the rear view mirror. This time he wasn’t checking to see if any cars were behind him. He was curious to find out what was distracting me from answering the simple question that he had just asked. “Did you hear what I said?” he asked. “Yeah yeah, I’m just trying to figure out how to answer it,” I replied with a look of bewilderment.

Why I came back… (check back in later:)

What’s your idea of ‘bliss’?


Something isn’t adding up right. This is my third, positive, energetic, hopeful day in a row. Oh no, what’s in store for me in the coming future? Good things? I sure hope so. Enough with the negativity, until that time comes I am enjoying the moment. This moment!

Here’s to a great day of physical basketball and now winding down with a nice bottle of ‘yellow tail’ Moscato, left over spaghetti that yours truly prepared and a nice ‘extra cold’ bag of ice for my knees.

Be well everyone. Once Upon Ade is definitely well~

Longing to return to a previous point.


Longing to return to a previous point in ones life where pure bliss occupied all the space around you. That’s how I felt today. The minute you cross that door which leads to this feeling, your current issues and complaints that were once blocking your view on life, fall to the ground. While this feeling is amazing, you know that it’s only a moment. You penetrate deeper into this new space and you smile. The smile is not directed toward any individual. It’s a smile representative of the way things used to be. Carefree. A lot easier. Reckless. Your eyes expand and begin to examine everything that has substance. The beautiful young girl at the desk beside you who asked for your ID. You want to say something sweet to her, but this isn’t your space. You feel weird because you know this is all temporary and eventually you will have to venture back to yours. How would two people from two different times connect anyway? She returns your card and this time your smile is specifically for her.

There are people entering your borrowed space. There are also people leaving. This perfect environment has so much life. Perhaps more life than your current life has. It’s like the ocean during a colossal storm. Inside your mind there are a million sparks or flashes of reflection crashing into the rocks of your memory. It’s hard to focus on the present. The present is disappointing compared to now. Structural layouts are still similar to how they were when this was your space. Be that it may some colors are different, former thoughts and emotions are still instantly summoned up. Your nose inhales distant aromas from a time when you didn’t have a care in the world. Times when everything revolved around you. Team me. Too long ago. You continue to explore the space and gaze at how so much has changed, yet so much remains the same. The parts that have not changed give you hope. Change is inevitable, no matter how much we try to push it back.

Interacting with people from this temporary space is the hardest. Small conversations are shared about how things used to be. They explain to you how things are. A deep sigh and a head shake later and you realize how short life really is. Obligated to share a bit of knowledge from a distance place outside of this temporary bliss, you tell the inhabiter to enjoy every moment of ‘now’. You are not the first to share this and the current inhabiters of this space respond accordingly. Time passes and your body begins to tap on the clock. Just like Cinderella, the clock has struck and it’s time to back track your steps and leave the same way you came in. It’s hard to leave. Why leave? Walking down the corridor you can see reality around the corner waiting for your return. Waiting in the same fashion that a parent waits by the door for their child. One last deep breath, smile and head shake and it’s over.

Nostalgia in full effect.