hurt heart

Heart,please don't change my mind.......

for the winnnnnnnhhhh!!

quiet times...

Here i go again..
spending quiet times at this humble dwelling of mine,
marking and annotating errors in my students exam scripts in between reading and catching up on ellen's show on the internet ( she keeps my sanity alive..),
once in a while admiring and repeating after gordon ramsay's uncompromising language and frustrated swear (it is intended as a part of my listening activity to improve on my spoken english..com'on..i need a role model...),
or perhaps training my kitten to follow simple instructions "sit,boo boo,sit.!!"(hoping that one day she'll make it to the circus..";

i need this...its therapeutic!

and it rained....

It was a heavy downpour tonight...
And i felt so blessed, that it broke d dry spell..
That i dined out tonite,
Just to feel the cold breeze..

Thank you Allah...
I have forgotten the sound,and the smell,
And the feeling on my skin,in my fingers,in my nose...

And now that it rained,
i just cannot thank you enough....

i love omelette...

I love omelette..
I love them fried in hot palm oil..
I love them fried in this cheap iron cast wok bought in Thailand...
I love them fried over maximum fire...
I love them fried with organic eggs..
I love them fried with large chunks of onions and button mushrooms and capsicum in them...

I just love omelette.....

that seminar......

It is that type of seminar,very dragging..very dry...very boring..when you are forced to listen and forced to laugh at dull ridiculous jokes..you feel so insulted by the speaker who kept on ranting of how blissful his life has been and how successful his daughters are and how lucky he is compared to the crowd in front of him.. the seminar,especially the participants deserved a better speaker..cannot help feeling sorry 4 myself 4 having to put up with 4 ridiculous hours on a saturday..

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