Whimsical Script


Albufeira, Portugal

I could not have choreographed the play better. It had all the exquisite ingredients. The script was written and the actors casted in a whimsy. The dance had moves I did not predict, the steps designed for a cinderella were kind tight but worn down gracefully. And then it began…


A Shower Of Perfumed Flowers

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Chopstick,  the bird, gyrating bottle circumnavigated around a bubble of champagne soap, a shower of perfumed flowers engulfing the garden, a river serenely piercing the aqueduct and a horse journeying around the countryside. But everyone deliberately failed to remember that once upon a time, it was a gateway of caramel calmness that surrounded her crust, a glamour silk translucent light – oyster fountain of juice, lemonade of darling lollipops and a dishwasher of elevated gospely pedestal.

She artlessly succumbed to the hollow, consenting to the demands of her obnoxious asserted generational wantings . However, as strange as it seemed, repulsive as they may have found her, they were ready to give her props and entertained the idea that the bird was actually being candid for once. Yes, she was. The revelation was so intoxicating that it prompted the other birds to quickly deduce what went down with Chopstick and despite the sturdiness shower of jargons, the detective work went into high gear anyway. 

Dr Pepper Anyone?


Surprise, it is a birthday cake by Ms Jenny, the creator of Le Petit Pie. As the story goes, it was her friend’s birthday party and she decided to surprise her with a cake. It was sooooo beautifully done, it was her first time ever, that the waitress at the restaurant chided them for having brought the bottle in and asked it to be put away, until it was cut open. If you would like to see more of her work or would like to contact her regarding her pies, they are delicious, trust me, hop on to Facebook: LePetitPie.