How I feel about a small pretty café...

Café des Deux Moulins on Rue Lepic in Montmartre a photo by monkichichan on Flickr.
(Amelié cafe in Paris at Rue Lepic when I was there in 2010)

You know how you feel about a small pretty café that serves good food and coffee, you'd wish you have one too.
I have always wanted to have one and ... this year I am going to have that in a space in front of my house!
My house was located in a nice neighborhood, some apartments, supermarkets, cafés and bar around.

I'm so excited about this café and today I picked out the canopy color, designed the logo and the interior, pictures that would be hang on the wall, testing the chef's food until hunting for the vintage chairs. A friend of mine, he's an interior designer helping me designing the space, I also have some partners to help with the food. It's gonna be Indonesian and Chinese food, maybe some western we haven't decide it. The design was a bit of urban-modern kinda stuff. Turned out it was harder to make an old vintage looking one, like we wanted :P

Well, wish me luck. I'm going to post some pics soon.

once upon a time in this wonderland

The sea looked very gloomy
I knew I had lost you in that summer 25 years ago
the memory has faded since but it was never forgoten

Maybe mister seagull would share some food
but he didn't offer me anything
I was extremely hungry and exhausted

I ended up searching at the beach nearby,
I must have screamed daddy thousand times
but I had forgotten his real name by sunset

I asked the pinguin, the bear and the puppy,
they said nothing but looked sad and worried,
my hands were sweaty and daddy was nowhere to be seen

he was not here either
I wished he had bought me some cotton candy
or an ice cream like he always said he would

I looked for daddy at the booth down the corner,
he might be waiting in line for my favorite hot dog
but he was not there

I saw my daddy from above, I smiled and waved,
but he didn't smile either wave back
but he walked away instead

On the roller coaster, I just remember that
I have not eaten anything that day.
I felt sick in my stomach with these ups and downs

This old fantasy world down in our borough
was not packed yet on that Saturday morning
and the sky was perfect blue


I still remember clearly that I was so excited,
when daddy said that we're going to a secret wonderland
and he let me wore my best dress

Monkichichan Polaroid Project

I have a funny feeling today would be the last time
I will ever stop at your subway station again

Overlooking the city we both loved so much,
where our hope and dream were,
our life has came into an intersection

On this bridge we first met, we sat down and talked for hours
until the sun went down

I have always thought that I would never forget every corner in your apartment

Looking through your window glass, the spring has finally came
from the long desperate winter

You ordered our favorite matcha cupcake but it tasted different this time

Walking by the alley from your house all alone

Saying good bye to every flowers along the way

and the memory of last night we spent together
still floating in the air like dusts