When I listened to French Blues...

...I felt as if I stepped in a black and white movie.
Those kinda you can hear the film rolling and everyone's actions are ironic.
Those kinda settings at a cafe.
The server is always with a bow tie.
The mademoiselle is always dress in pom-pom dress and nice curls hair.
The monsieur is always neat,polite and with neat comb slick hair.

I am still no master of that romantic language.
I am still a stranger to that foreign land.
Yet I always feel connected with it.

It is perhaps a passing phase.

France,afterall has her ugly side.
But who doesnt?

It is perhaps the act of her people that flawed her beauty in those unwritten years.

Braced myself up for the dinner with my friends earlier on.
It was I,who initiated this gathering.
It is perhaps for me that all of them(rarely) turn up.

We had our dinner at Lemongrass.
I say the starter-Tom Yam soup spoilt everything.
It resulted us feel nauseous at the end of the meal.
I was shocked when I saw the receipt.
Less than $40 to $300!
And we cant finished everything.
Plus their cake for me?The presents?

From their gifts,I realised my friends may have a few misconception about me.
I dont wear a M-edium size top.
I tried it on but it still proved a lil big and thus failed the effect of that top.
My fav colour is not brown.
They bought a brown top and the bag is too brown.(so is the cake.)
I dont have a fav colour but clasping in all brown is not idealistic.
And that bag...is not quite my taste too.
=/
If I could accessorize up that bag,it may look better.
I am a critic sometimes,I stand corrected.
Most times I am.

But I still love everything.
Especially the thoughts,the wishes and the gestures.

I dont like big beautiful things.
The things I love doesnt have to be complicated nor expensive.

My joy comes from the simplest thing in life.
It could be that a dollar capsule toy,a dollar potong ice cream,a self burn CD with all the good songs,a simple meal at your regular kopi tiam,and really your smile.

I dont wanna sound saint nor angelic.
You know I am not.

I am your regular sinner down the streets.

I am your regular angel down the streets.

I am your regular 20s down the streets.

I am your regular plain jane down the streets.

I am your regular ask-to-be-model down the streets.

I am your regular Mademoiselle lonely and sad down the streets.

I am your regular Mademoiselle happy and joyful down the streets.

I am your regular think Love is troublesome down the streets.

I am your regular think Love is divine down the streets.

I am your regular procrastinator down the streets.

I am your regular time is no awasting down the streets.

I am your regular loner down the streets.

I am your regular part of the party down the streets.

I am your regular health eater down the streets.

I am your regular I love French Fries/Ice creams/Chocolates down the streets.

I am your regular little gal who squeals with joy with every little things that excite her down the streets.

I am your regular grown woman who knows more than you think she can down the streets.

I am many.

I am none.

It is amazing how God painted so many different colours each contrasting another in me.

It's like I am sweet and bitter,emerald and stone.

Those who cant differeniate diagnosed this act as schizoprenia.

Get outta my sight.
Dont judge me and misjudged me.

I know that my prayers are heard.
I know that there is someting that I have to pay back.
Give and take.
Take and give.
It is part of the rules.

I know that I have to be ready.

Readied my soul.

I know that I am made to learn.

I need to see the storm before I can appreciate the rainbow;)