Tuesday, June 30, 2009

My Mentor Ms Seductress...


Tomorrow, my mentor, Ms. Seductress returns to Yaletown. She is the reason why I bought my place in Yaletown. It is because I wanted to be close to her, to learn from her as well as enjoy the breath taking seawall by Marinaside Cresence.


You can say that Ms. Seductress is the master of seduction because her charisma and charm comes out naturally. And, this also accounts for the dozens of broken hearts stored in her closet that I've witness. Ms. Seductress is now retired as she has found her Mr. Perfect.

In the past years, she has taught me how to be a lady in a world where men are like bees. Especially in Yaletown, they buzz by in and out quickly... and tries to pollinate as much flowers as possible.

One must be smart and find a way to stand out from a crowd...or a bouquet.. Why? The more appealing the bee, the more flowers will be available to it. And, you don't want to be one of the flower in the bouquet. It's just a waste of your time...and eventually, any flower that fades in a bouquet, eventually gets plucked out ...

Since moving to Yaletown and taking lessons from Ms. Seductress, I've transformed from Plain Jane to a Yaletown Girl. I've aquired the image, confidence, fun-loving style and my flirting skills have dramatically improved. All this for what? In my search for my Mr. Perfect... the Perfect Bee...

There is however a flaw in my statement above... Bees by nature does not stick with one flower. They always need to continue to the next flower ... so, I'm cursed. There is no such thing as the Perfect Bee for little'o me....

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Final Chapter of little Green kite


I've decided to cut the invisible string and free the little green kite.
I realized now that my arm is sore from holding its strings too long and too tight.
I know that it is no longer mine, never meant to be.
So quickly I released little kite to fly free.

As my palm released its little string, it danced away...

In flash, a new flyer stumbled upon it, jumped up grab it out of the sky.
I quickly grab a match and lit the ends of the string.
The flames quickly travelled up the strings towards little kite.
And I watched the new flyer released it in shock.
Little kite then fell into a patch of mud.

As I turned around and walked away, I felt a nudge at my wrist.
A new string leading to a new kite ...