Cashmere Thoughts

Listen to Chicane - Saltwater

Yes, it is a classic dance music track..

As I try to think twice as fast to double shift and get most of the projects done, I always wonder about the "love" side effect.

Here, we only talk about this.

As the world is put into deep *hit of crisis, we have two options.

Be optimistic, and continue to carve for opportunities.

Be pessimistic, and say "Damn It"

I am not gonna tell you which way I chose to follow, but if I am writing this blog, my way is ...

Stop by the drive-in McDonald's and purchase a dollar menu.
Have the pleasure of digesting non-flava, unhealthy taste..

Or, take a cigarette, smoke it up..

At the end, what is left behind..

Sugar, Fat, Carbon-dioxide..

Ladies and gents,

I found myself in a new business opportunity, and you are watching this blog from all around the world. The visitors are not all-time great, but even one visitor is interested in my business proposal, it is a deal.

I believe in the product, I am not gonna cheat on her.

The business is also like a relationship. If you love someone, would you cheat on her to satisfy your devilish feelings..

Stop that..

Be human!

Ladies and gents,

Once again, welcome aboard.

If your are thirsty for trust, here we are..

I am awaiting your business proposals, to do business with the country of Turkey.

Looking forward to engage in some sort of business in the future..

Have a nice day.

Dreams

Just dreams?

Nothing else?

Well, put some salt and pepper, then refrigerate it for a while, and then stop. Think for a moment, and ask yourself?

Why?

Unfortunately, the doors to your dreams are not well-guarded.

WANTED!

Body-guard to keep the doors locked in your dreams.

What?

Then, you are, well, homo-sexual.

It is a matter of choice..No disrespect. But, there should be a reason why God had created us with only two genders, male or female. Think objectively, though. And, make sure, this is absolutely NOT the topic of this post :-)

Ok, back to dreams!

She was there again. She passed by. Yes, Ms. Zair. Welcome back!

I don't know why, but somehow she was there.

I went back to the mirror, and didn't see her there anymore, as I used to...

Sometimes, I wish I would instantly stir the cup of tea and get lost in it.

Or, well, yeah, the cup of coffee. Get lost, and get back with the fortune-telling process.

Thanks Ms. Zair, or Mrs. Zair, I am not sure about that either, since I have not heard from her sister.

See you again, and I cannot promise a certain time, it just happens.

No need to knock on the door, I already locked it, somehow, but you always have a spare pair of keys.

Wow.

I think, this was a little bit touchy literature.

Congratulations!

Welcome to the land of Cafe.

Help yourself.

Love your beloved.

Business Love Life

I decided that too much concentration on the topic of business provides a breath of air from the complexity of love life, or love lift.

As if taking one of those lifts to the top of the ski resort, there is no guarantee to successfully ski back to town.

I would go to the top of the mountain for business.

But, for love?

I will think twice.

After planting the seeds for one, and ending up with a disturbing reaction of the first-end savers, family, I barely go forward and say, "yes, let's go.."

Let's go where?

The ship leaves the port with a destination.

For business, the destination is somehow planned.

But, for love...

Impossible!

Why?

Stop that Mr. Cafe. Putting words, then pressing the enter key, consuming lots of space. Let's be energy conscious! Funny, huh! Yes, indeed. To come up with a result, love is only a game for two. When third person begins to speak, the taste is a misery and the deliciousness disappear, it will like being flattered.

On a flat surface, let's push this golf ball, and score once in a lifetime.

Success, health, and happiness to all in your business venture, while keeping up good wok (yes, wok, not work:lol) with your work.

Happy cooking!
Bon nuit!