Fairy without wing

Dear little prince,

You know I am a fairy without wing.
I can only walk around in the garden.
I cannot fly.

You know I am waiting for you.
I can only write to you.
I do not know when I can meet you.

Vincent told me that:
"I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate."
Fate let me to know you, I do not know can fate bring me to you.

You can see I am opening my arms.
I can do is writing, painting and thinking of you.
Fate may allow, fate may not allow...

You are prince
You can fly across the sky
Fly to me...

The hill is hidden in the mist.

You like the mist covering me so gentle.
You like the mist infiltrating me so softly.

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day is
You don't have to touch it to feel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cxd3OS8QvfU&feature=related

the best love song

Bedtime stories

dull

or

cool

or

allured by legend

Who can describe a Mona Lisa painting?

"Véronique Branquinho has a small, discreet window on menswear - a woman designer's take on masculine normality. But it was a mistake for her to show in such a large venue her neat wrap coats in textured hues, her patterned knits and her witty padded nylon jackets printed with images of fur. With Oriental carpets on the floor and a blasting live band, the subtlety of her vision of a straight male wardrobe with a hint of film noir just faded away."

Quoted from:
http://www.iht.com/articles/2009/01/23/style/rdries.4-414567.php?page=1


Can you understand what she talking about without a picture?



From capitalism to communism?
By the way, there is no more capitalism and communism in 2009.

Designer Coke?

Coke is like a TUXEDO.
Please do not put a rainbow in this kind of red, orange, pink and muddy yellow on my Coke. The world is sick enough and please do not touch my Coke.

It made me vomit like many people putting their 'bad taste' photos in the blogs everyday.
They have no sense of colors.

This is a good title by Tara Mulholland Published: February 4, 2009
http://www.iht.com/articles/2009/02/04/style/rdrinks.1-409110.php

Snow

Is it interesting?
You made me an interesting thing, as you wish ....

You know my heart is too soft since I will not let you down
You know my heart is too hard since I had killed by someone before
People know killing me when people are killing me
People know I will not die when people are killing me

Is it eating? Is eating me
Is it sleeping? Is sleeping me
Is it living? Is living me
Is it dreaming? Is dreaming me

You let me bleeding inside
You are watching my bleeding
I do not know how long I can bleed
I can pretend to a fine and sweet person since my blood is in white colour

White colour blood for you, like the snow
As I promised .... anything for you