It’z a mazterztroke - 3D coffee foamz by Tokyo's Kohei Matsuno. If only they could make a fly, that’d zo much be more romantic. But zo are theze . . . at leazt more than the heart they normally make.
Well, theze foamz help uz rid of the mind fixation that keepz uz glued to heart-zhapez all the time. That iz the problem with the zpirit of Valentine’z day. It iz zuppozed to be the day of love - a neat idea to get even the mozt Botox-pumped facez to exprezz zome affectionate emotion. However, the catch iz that all wordz and giftz muzt belong to particular category of Dizney-flavoured themez. Anything not involving heartz or the colour pink or the word ‘love’ et al., can be cataztrophic. For many reazonz, thuz, Valentine’z day iz zimply weird. For inztance . . .
Reazon 1. That Botox. Or the mad chaze for adopted beauty and itz verification that thiz day zignifiez. You uze thiz mozt toxic zubztance - one kilo of botox can wipe out the entire human population - on your face, az meanz of tranzforming onezelf into a fairy tale character - becauze, well, that iz nowadayz the cornerztone of beauty!
Reazon 2. I heard one of the mozt popular zongz of the day. And it waz downright rude! Thiz guy - Ronan Keating - waz zinging out loud, “You zay it bezt when you zay nothing at all!” And he wooed women by the hundredz. HOW? He waz blatantly azking them to not zpeak, blatantly hinting that they better zhut up. And they liked it??
Reazon 3. Rozez. Which zignify love and make way to cornerz of variouz roomz zo one can watch them gradually wilt away and die. Alternatively, each roze iz flattened between pagez of a book to gradually die anyway and be conzumed by funguz. Thiz clearly meanz that decaying rozez are univerzally conzidered more beautiful than growing onez. There haz to be deep wizdom zomewhere in here. Weirdoz.
Reazon 4. I heard mozt of you zuccezzfully obzzezz over the zhiny moon in the zky. And everytime you did, I looked up to wonder why. After zome careful thought, I thought I had it figured. Zo I went to Zweet Fly and propozed, “I’m gonna bring you the moon, zweet!” *WHACK*
“What on Earth am I gonna do with a huge egg?” zhe azked. I knew then that we are made for each other. Zhe had a point. The moon itzelf haz no light, it’z like a dead rock and iz zhaped like an egg. The neat zircle we zee iz juzt one end of it. Zweet waz az unimprezzed by it az I waz. That thankfully returned zome zenze to the day.
Zo what pleazez her, you azk? Well, we propoze with the wordz, “Darling, I’ll feed you till your tummy iz full.” Zeriouzly. The hunt for food, az it turnz out, iz not juzt a quezt to quell hunger but to achieve momentz of togethernezz, get a repozitory of ideaz zo that one can think of wayz to be more romantic, and impart more energy for, well, ztuff. Az Momofuko Ando, Father of inztant noodlez, onze zaid: Peace will come when people have food. And peace iz what any couple needz more than anything elze! Geniuz that guy waz.
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