Patience

Patience is the sharpest best sword with which we cut our way through time to achieve our hopes and dreams.

Guest Post entry.

It's Funny (Dedicated To Ana)

I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standing on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how I feel so much but cannot even say a word
I am screaming inside, but I cannot be heard

I’m so sad but I can’t cry
Waiting in the cold for more than just a flicker of the sun
It’s funny how I am feeling so hurt but I cannot even express
I am breaking inside, but no one can see my broken pieces

Tell Me Are You The Smart One?

Do you know what can make you an outstanding person, a person who people love to have around always, and whose company they are always seeking , whose voice is always listened to, and whose appearance is much welcome by the public. Do you know what will give you the edge above?

It is really not difficult to be that special person, believe me when they say that less is always more should be the norm of an everyday living. There are too many stupid people in the world today, people who are seeking attention for no apparent reason, people who think that the world should always revolve around them and not anyone else, and people who think that their sharp tongue could over-power even the best politician in the world.

Actually if you look around you, you can quickly put faces to such people because stupid people stereotype others. They copy and imitate what they think is the in thing, they are so afraid to be left out of any gathering, they feel so hurt if they were not invited to a function, and they moarn and whine over a peanut that got lost behind the sofa.

Stupid people memorize while smart people think so quickly and have a wider range of vocabulary when speaking; they are able to handle any communication at any level, not just bitching around. They are more eloquent while the stupid people lack the complex capability of thought, thus turning them to the whining lost dogs.

It is very difficult for stupid attention seeking people to learn from their mistakes, they will keep on repeating the same mistakes, the same errors over and over again and they can never be prepared. This is because they are never prepared as important things never register for long in their brains.

Common sense and reasoning is beyond this group of people. For example they would be happy playing computer games all night long or just dreaming of whom to burn the telephone line with, and then wonder why they could not concentrate in class or focus through the lecture.

Stupid people are just not about to listen and have a fixed point of view no matter what the world can be telling them. They behave illogically and repeat that circle of life over and over again.

Smart people understand that intelligence comes in many forms, try asking a stupid person to explain this; you will probably get a giggle of “ermm, I don’t think so”.

Tell me; are you the smart one or the stupid one?

Roast Chicken And Fattoush

First day of the year, we got up very late for some reason; we were just lazy to do anything at all. Hubby made fried Maggie for brunch, and then we were back to scrabble, or doing our own things just to pass the time.

By 1500 hours when I was again in slumber, hubby went to the kitchen to marinate the chicken, as he is making his famous roast chicken for us for dinner. Initially, we had planned to just go cruising on the train, well we have been planning to do this like ever since I can remember, but yet to make the plan materialize.

His roast chicken is better than mine, though the initial recipe was from me. I taught him to do this when he was living here alone, and has to do his own cooking all the time, so roast chicken was the easiest and could be marinated before he left for work and can just be bunked in the oven upon his return.

However, he has perfected it so much so that when anyone suggested roast chicken, he will have to do it. He has the patience to punch holes all over the chicken so that he could stuff his crushed garlic. He will let the chicken be marinated with the special sauce (a mixture of soya and oyster sauce, black pepper, honey, and sesame oil) for at least 3 hours. I can pledge to you that hubby’s roast chicken is simply the best not because he is my husband and I am being bias, but that is the truth.

This evening the roast chicken was served with fattoush (Lebanese salad) and some toasted baguette.

Good start to a new beginning………………… *smile*

Happy 2011

Let me write this down now before I totally cannot recall what I did on the last day of 2010. There was nothing much to shout about, but I still want to pen it down as my memory span can be a bit f-----d up at times.

For the last few days hubby had his alarm set to 0630 hours instead of the usual 0700 hours, his reason being so that he could be at work early and be home early for me too, ah…………… well I might just agree though when you put the calculation together it just came to the same answers.

Anyways, I was home alone till around midday when he gaily walked in and announced that he is taking me out for a very late lunch. I was eager to eat mainly because I was really hungry and also I wanted to go and smell the remaining of the sales.

Lunch was fantastic, we eat till we could barely breathe, after that we walked happily daring each other to walk on the frozen water in the lake, and finally making it to the shopping mall just to discover that all the shops were closed. They were operating half day in anticipation of ushering in the New Year. From the windows I could see all the sale signs waving to me……………*dejected*, we left.

Hubby suggested that we could go for the countdown later but I was not interested at all, so we decided to go and pick up some groceries before heading home.

While waiting for the new year to arrive, we watched a couple of TV series, played scrabble and hubby made some open mini sandwiches for us to munch in bed together. At one point of time I decided to start changing channels on the TV hoping to catch a live coverage of the countdown. Well that was never meant to be and has never been for all the years that we have been here. I thought maybe, just maybe that a possibility of change could happen………… tough luck.

Believe it or not 10 minutes before 12 midnight, I turned to hubby and told him please give me my foot massage as I want to sleep and could not hold it up any more. He was begging me to stay up just long enough so that he could wish me happy New Year. Honestly, it was a no go for me, when my eyes say sleep, no stopping.

I ushered in 2011 in my slumber while hubby sang the auld lang syne alone………………. He he he sorry darling, but thank you for the wonderful sandwiches!!!!!!