amid the fact that im surrounded by humans with emotionless state of minds, i found a piece of joy.
well, perhaps a new best friend.
COOKIE PUFF!
Perfectly baked cookie puff with an undulating surface.
looks can be deceiving, that ugly dome-shaped puff is filled to the brim with FRESH CREAM.
Fresh, almost custard-like, thick gorgeous FRESH cream.
helllyea, i make a big deal out of Fresh cream cause i've had my fair share of bad, cheap, thin and wispy cream, with its aftertaste just oily and fatty.
I was walking and eating this delicious puff and i swear people stare. (at first i thought there was cream on my lips or cheek but no.. ) they are staring at the bloody puff and the snow-white cream spilling out of the crust.
I bet they were silently praising me too, for my courage to eat such a calorie laden piece of delicacy.
Speaking of the crust, as stated, the top is a crispy dome, while the bottom is soft mushy puff. (deadly combination! and the cream)
Its so goo,d better than krisy Kreame, better than beard papa, better than the fresh cream honey comb cake that cost 9 SIN bucks per slice..much better.
well, it'll keep me happy till morning at least.
Till next morning, when i have to step into that office, where everyone is just too perfect.
sorry i can't fit in, perfect isnt really my word.
im more of a 'clumsy', 'careless', 'sometimes bimbo-tic' (though i won;t call myself THAT ever) kinda girl.
Maybe im just not cut out to be a journalist.
frankly it has been a long time since 'i tried my best' and it turned out bad.
actually, more of its the first time its turning out like this.
how do i make it better? you make it sound easy, but it ain't the case for me.
Maybe im still budding, blooming.
maybe, maybe they are just maybes.
at first there was the fear of going back, then, its the anticipation.
You can take a girl out of Singapore, but you just cant take Singapore out of a girl.
I love Hongkong, but Singapore is Home.
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Your disregard of my very existence taunts me
like the sand that gets into my shoes when it rains
i've voided the the content you spoke off, the ones that made my nose runny
it is all but now,
like an overdue ferry ticket that has no place in the world
Shove me aside and make me a wallflower
it delights you, doesn't it?
make my efforts sound like complacency
while cheek by jowl the others listened, and perhaps laughed.
