Filed under: art
The Cafe with not many cakes/
Cravings for a cake one noon, headed to a cafe downtown.
City area, media influenced.
Pretty girls, bob heads fitting dresses and sleek silettos, creating devilish streamlines.
To die for to date men, tucked shirt, neat hair, no extreme bow ties but smart choice of neck ties designs.
Counter stood a bored young cashier,
who seemed to be tired of the daily visual hassle.
The cafe with not many cakes,
I’m not spoilt with choices.
Sinful cakes in to those fatty little thighs,
who would take the risk to try it this time?
Cakes were left untouch for weeks,
waiting for intolerable buds to break those lines.
Bosses stopped replenishing those sinful treats
As he/she knew no one would buy.
Left over cakes attracted flies
a diet camp in denial in disguise
Questioning what’s left in this cafe
non fattening cream and low carb pies?
my bad, is it even a cafe to start off with?
Bon Apettit, pig.
As i finish my dreadful cake.
Don’t i look pathetic?
To dine and whine in a cafe downtown with fake lies and flies.
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Only a group of old friends would enjoy
As they were enchanted with beauty among themselves
and not the surrounded hearsay lies
too busy to even take time to compare with the crazy society of beauty,
not forgetting the pig that’s dining in the corner.
ATLAST their laughter broke the pig’s agressive motion preying on the cake
Then the pig realised that she already finished the carrot cheese cake.
What a pig i am, that day, everyday, but not always?
Filed under: art
I love nudity art.
Was trying to achieve something towards that.
ew. damaged pixels creatures.
But whatever, it led to my kitsch art collection (if i ever have one)
titled My baby doll
ew damaged pixels creatures.
I’m naive and foolish.
I fall in love easily.
Sometimes i even ask myself what’s love?
I tends to go gaga too much.
It’s just like a sweet, i thought.
But it’s not.
There’s some love that i regretted so much, that i would even kill myself if i kept thinking about the past.
I nearly die.
It was that close.
I’ve never forgive myself for making those mistakes, it’s so sad that i would cry for 1 whole year and i’ll still never get over it. Till I feel that there’s totally no meaning for me to live in this world anymore.
Never would i want to be like that again, i tell myself.
Thus, I ran away.
But how far can i run?
All my dreams and hopes were trashed.
I never ever dare to dream anymore, i never ever dare to smile and say it’s okay.
Because to myself, i know it’s totally not okay.
SO what if i waited in MSN till late nights?
So what if i tried to continue the conversation?
It’s either i don’t deserve it or it would be the same old mistake again.
Just like a child, love’s just like a sweet.
Never would i know that it would dirty my mouth and cause my teeth to decay that they wouldn’t appear nice anymore.
I love jonathan. He is the only one who will cane me back to reality to stop taking those sweets.
I can’t believe how would i be living if it’s not for him.
Life’s short.
I seriously like this song.
“ It’s not everday
that i find a person quite like you
perfect every way
i finally found the nerve to confess that it’s you – that i want
i don’t care if i act a fool
i would damn near beg for you !
put aside, all my pride
so don’t keep me hanging here
cause this girl is falling stupid for you..
stupid for you..the proper thing to do
is for me to act like a lady and wait
for you to make the first move
but i don’t think you’re getting the point
that it’s you – that i want
i don’t care if i act a fool
i would damn near beg for you
put aside, all my pride
so don’t keep me waiting here
cause this girl is falling stupid for you!
oh, oh stupid for youwhy’s it always feel like i am
chasing love when nothing’s there
and here i go just making the same mistake…
i’ve fallen stupid for you.. “
But is there someplace far away
Some place where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear or are you left to wonder
All alone eternally
This isn’t how it’s really meant to be
No
It isn’t how it’s really meant to be
Well they say that love is in the air
But never is it clear how to pull it close and make it stay
Butterflies are free to fly and so they fly away
And I’m left to carry on and wonder why
Even through it all I’m always on your side
- i’m still unsure
NOT as boring as it sounds.
“the usuals”
Though the term may mean something that we’re overly bored of (as it’s always the same old usual things), but think about it, coming to say the usuals to a person, it totally shows our connections and understanding with each other.
It’s like a bond, something special that link us all together, by cutting things short, having said “the usuals” can explain everything.
it’s just like the similar code and language for each other.
“the usuals” (:
it always brings a smile to my heart.
For the nerds:
It’s like a cool thing yo! like we’re cool, and we’re know each other well for shitt, and ya’ know.. cool ass yo..
CHILLL OUOYYYAT!
yeah-.-!!!!
on the way back home, i thought to myself that how i wish i was born an american.
due to the media, i am so sure that i’ll be a pretty american with gorgeous body and looks who live in a big house and have a charming boyfriend.
but that’s due to the media.
maybe if i’m really in the states, i would wish i am an asian.
Like Zhang Zi Yi.
i name it ‘Small girl with BIG dreams’
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anonymities
internet.
stoning and tackling the forum subject on the reflection pond.
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