POWERPUFF Life 🌯🍟🌰🍪🍰

     Once I made a cake for the first time. At least I thought I'd make a cake. But then it turned into something like a cookie-cake. The reason was certain, I put more flour. But the taste was fine. Actually, I could change its name and made sure everyone ate it because you could see how you look at it.

     I am open to try different tastes, and it is a different dimension of oppurtunity for me. Some of those can be changed to the way we like. I do not prefer eating parsley alone but in the soup/meatball/pastry is fine to me. All we have to do is put a different sight at it, also change its name, and enjoy the taste. I gave a start with food but actually it works on other things like life. We wake up to a new day in every morning. It is the name of it like Monday. But put to Saturday in it and make a really new day. The meaning of days changes from person to person. I mean, it is a free time so we can live it in a busy day, Monday. I love eating something includes sour and sweet taste. Both of two are same. And also to try knowing someone I want is what exactly I mean. I see various flavor in people's mind and heart. One of whom arouses me up for 2 tastes at the same time in my life. And, like my cookie-cake, I may mistake and add more meaning of them and, hello to my "bitweet" friend. Now, I see what I should do.

     I am used to adding a little sugar in some dishes because it makes it more delicious. Monday and somobody may ruin my life so it is my hero. Once I told myself  that person was not as bad as I thought, yes there are many things to pick up and make a connection with them in my life. So my bitter friend turns into bitweet in that way. Thursday is not so bad for that matter Monday is the first step to reach Thursday. I am used to seeing Monday as if I am at the door. When I think more detail, at this point Friday comes up my mind. So Monday is the first bitter taste before sweet taste Friday.

     I am pretty sad when my lovely food is done because it satisfies me to know there is a piece of it somewhere. Missing that taste for a while always makes me anxious until I eat it again. It is same to miss some memories, their feeling. To achieve them, I give a chance myself so that I will feel that again even if they will not be the same. That can reach out someobody else. I can just meet awesome spice! With all of them, I wonder what my life taste like. I hope it is made of fried potatoes/meatball/chestnut/dessert and also love. That is my powerpuff life, yay! 

p.s. : Hopefully I've added a new taste to your life with my blog. Take care of yourselves🌠 (the way what you want)