Friday, July 03, 2015

What Should dream made of?

There are times when  I just want to stuff my face into a burger that has cheese fries stacked with 0.5 inch beef patties that are sweet and spicy at the same time. I want to eat ondeh-ondeh cupcakes and lick the salty cream off my fingers. Moving next to 10 pieces of satay dipped together with soft you tiaos all marinated with rojak sauce. To finish it off, I want to wash it down with a glass of iced chocolate.


With all the food swishing and swoshing in my tummy, I want to get naked and ask the mirror who is the fattest of them all. Of course the mirror would say… somebody else is fatter. There will always be someone else fatter. This is what dreams should be made up of.