Tuesday, February 2, 2010
It's been a week since i really smile or maybe even laugh like a freak. though i have been busy doing my cny pastaries, but i wasn't least happy with myself. everytime when i bake a cake or a pastary, i'll always ask myself why do i love to do it so much. what's the purpose of me doing so much. i always thought that eating sweet stuff, the cake i baked, is a joy and happiness. but now i realised is no longer sweet and happy. last time when i always bake something for my family to eat, i always thought that they will appreciate. maybe they did. but somehow or rather is no longer that feeling of appreciation. whenever i'm not feeling good, i'll always bake a cake for myself to eat, and i every pieces of it make me feel full of happiness and sweetness. but now the taste of it has already been sour and bitter. whenever i thought i'll bake something for my family to share the happiness, but i realised they no longer love it. the joy of baking a piece of cake has been destoryed but the blindness of it overwhelmed the taste. i really wanted so much to share the taste of happiness to my family. but it was so fragile that every taste of it is thumbled and gone. i used to think that every picece of cake represent the symbol of love and happiness. every pieces of it convey a message of joy and care. but i realised even if i can bake a piece of love and happiness, the tatse of it is no longer sweet. yet the tatse of bitterness has overtaked. and all is to thrown and nothing is to linger on. well, maybe i was always the extra one. the one who don't deserve any of this. the sense of my belonging and the sense of the pastaries is to be totally destoryed.Labels: My piece of art.
