Casual Poet

made my way to casual poet this week, from the moment i climb the stairs, i felt tt i was brought back to whr i was 4yrs ago....

old staircase, letter box & repainted door


newspaper articles were pasted on the wall

the adorable red color vintage phone


instant photos and printed photographs pasted on the wall

love letters from the customers to poet

CHINESE CDs.... brought me back to sec sch's age of 14


rows of books on display, to be sold, read and touch


books are even laid near the feet, on the ground

one fo my favourite picture book,
photos kaki shld go thru it if u're at poet :)


they were re-arranging their stuffs when i arrived


the neat & tidy wooden desk & chairs


windows were never been change
while breezer & books stood by them




shadows of the window grill & a book

my favourite book w japanese words
a touchable reading material



another of eye candy



the book with chinese characters with lotsa picture
* the back page says tt the writer love the process of brewing a cup of coffee *

for backache and muscle ache


almond cookies from my daddy

few more books left on a corner of e cafe


display of various objects on e left side of e cafe


myself

for a few minute, my soul wasnt with me. it was back in 2002, while my body was in 2009


i used to love chinese novels & graphic arts,
during my secondary school days.
as i wanted to get good grades for chinese,
and research for interesting graphics for my art assignment.

days by days, weeks by weeks,
i realised i fell deeply in love with them,
i cant leave them no matter what.
for those 3 years, i held them closely to me,
until i done O level chinese & graduated from sec sch.

no body knows how terrible it felt,
cold, solitude, dark,
i knew i shld have get out of tt type of life,
if not, i couldnt move on to the future.
good enough,
i put them aside, given up on reading chinese novels,
no more graphic books.

instead of doing my diploma Lasalle,
i went to NYP after one yr in Lasalle.

3 years have pass
lotsa things change as i grow up,
from a 14 yrs old stubborn teenager,
to a 21 yrs old wise adult.
non living things transform themselve over these years too.
i can say - they're much better than they were

i felt really bitterly sweet,
when i sat in casual poet for hours.
someone whom i used to think is important,
isn't important now.

tt was the year of Love at 1st sight in sec sch?we din get tgt, as it was a forbidden love.

i used to think of him to create new art pieces,
i am thinking of myself to created new images.

i used to read books to get better results,
i am reading books to bring myself into their world.

i quit going to places becos i want to move on,
i revisit places again becos i simply love the place.