Let the feast begin

often when theres too much living and too little thinking WORDS tend to find themselves a hideout by keeping out of the inviting white space called new posts

i hope this is a fair reason for the inexplicable incident of the missing updates
of mind of flesh and everything else

given the self-delegated obligation to dig up something new...
i have to say i always find the most eventful hours of my life the most uninspiring ones
when theres too many a cluster of minds me thoughts tend to black out like an overloaded fuse
Poof. just like that
let them do the talking. the bluffing. the hypocrit-ing
leave me alone with food- the rosso the cambert the butter crisps the raisin cookies caviar apple crumbles
at least tastebuds stick to truths without throwing tandrums
sometimes alphabets are too deceiving words are too incompetent emotions takeover
...thus let the feast begin

food are friends for life

did i tell you your smile taste like sugar overload?



dont let my rainbow illusions confuse you grandma's tastebuds



dear souffle why do you always have to melt without saying ciao



the only remains of the feast



berries best served frozen with yoghurt



a fiesta begins with one macaroon



often ends with knutsford's cake of cheese

when they say cheese they just want your smile

caution: not edible but waxing at W is FIESTA!

p.s. and i did begin this post with a ralph lauren mac zara haul in mind. see why the saying goes :
"follow your heart. our brain always screws things up"

Labelled: 100 % Zoomed out.

i miss my words.
the unanimously graceful times new roman the standard black and white the irregular spaces filling in the gap of my thoughts the long and short running lines aligning my feelings my breath my life
it took my breath away every time when i realise
how intangible my feelings can be converted to tangible-ness through mere 26 alphabets
its like a function(x) =y
but this time the equation is lurking mischievously in the shadows
never knowing when it will pay a visit
yet everytime it did, it left me mesmerized
no i didn't write the words
the words write my feelings
since our incompetent human mind discriminates against sweet meaningful memories
and tends to accommodate summer sale dates and new tom ford rouges "with prejudice"
i'd very much like to do a little justice by appointing meself the position of secretary
so don't be surprised if you find me blogging away behind the little black device of a notebook
just imagine a little "busy translating life into words. brb" notice hovering a little above the illuminated screen
and delight yourself with some other much more interesting things in life.

zooming back into life.
did i ever mention this whole idea of organizing my thoughts by adopting the most authentic photographic system
just focus on the trees. okay maybe not THE TREES for you if you are not using a sony anymore. its the zoom in/out button
so for now i'd like to equate ZOOM OUT with actual happenings in my everyday life
which i can already foresee taking a mere 30% of daily new posts as i have a certain habit of wandering and getting lost
and equate the ZOOM OUT button with thoughts lost in the clouds thoughts i couldn't categorize thoughts that just come to my mind labelled UNIQUE.
there. i spared you the unnecessary time of swimming in my immense sea of words
trust me. it's not fair to keep your life waiting out there for mere times new roman.
esp not mine.

so chau to get-to-the-point frustration...


p.s: Ha. there goes the title.