陪伴。。

Thanks to all these colourful little smarties accompany me for my work... =)

Today's dinner...
Egg with potatoes curry... It took me about 20minutes to prepare this meal..
But worth it.. I'm happy with tonight's dinner =)

Tonight's Dinner

I did not know since when I fell in love with Pita Bread......
Maybe it was because the PiriPiri shop who sell 'Grill Chicken Breast with Pita Bread'....
Ahhhh~~~ You know how tasty it is when you hear the name!!
But I could not afford to spend that 3.99pounds everyday to have that..... =(
I decided to make it myself.. Although the chicken was not grill.....
But still, it taste good to me.... =)

Ingredients:
1 Pita Bread (Baked, Grill for 2 - 3 minutes)
1 Chicken Breast (Cooked, Baked, Grilled)
Some lettuces and tomatoes (chopped, sliced)
*Optional: Salad dressings (Thousand Island, Mayonnaise, Ketchup)
Ready in 10 minutes!!

怀旧...

我是喜欢怀旧的人..
一首经典的歌可以重复听一整天...
一碟好吃的炒饭可以重复吃一星期...

我对人也一样...
不适应陌生... 因为我喜欢熟悉感...
对着一个喜欢的人, 就算对一生也无所谓..

对喜欢的事....
就算天天都在做, 都不会觉得厌倦...
天天到同一个地方怀念你, 也不算麻烦..

对着充满幻想的自己....
就算对着天空, 把自己的脑袋放空一整天,
也是一种享受....

因为, 我不喜欢改变...
因为, 我习惯了...
因为, 我总是喜欢回忆....
因为, 我拥有的回忆是甜蜜的..

时间....

人生有种种抉择。。
你有权力参与，也有权力放弃。。
选择了参与，就预料到付出的会比想象中更多。。
如果你选择了放弃，你就会被淘汰。。被遗忘。。

成长的过程中，有许多陪我们度过的人。。
一些深爱着我们的人，一些我们深爱的人；
一些被我们遗忘的人，一些忘记我们的人；
一些背叛了我们的人，一些我们背叛的人；
一些曾伤害我们的人，一些我们伤害的人。。
他们一直都在我们身边，陪着我们长大。。
因为他们，我们变得更坚强。。

即使有一天，我们在街上碰面；
都已是最熟悉的陌生人了。。
我身边的他，已不是当年的他。。
他身边的他，也不是当年的我。。

时间，它在戏弄人生。。
人生也因为时间而变得更有意义。。
回忆是时间给我们最好的礼物。。
因为只有时间，才有资格给我们一份美好的回忆。。
时间啊。。。 谢谢你。。。

Random... LIFE..

It has been a long time since last post.. 
Two months ago?? 

I have totally forgot about this blog..
When I was updating it everyday for the last few years..
Why isn't anything for me to post about in this blog now?
Nothing really happening to me recently?

Yes, honestly..
My life and routine for these two months is exactly the same for everyday..
Wake up in the morning.. Looking at the ceiling..
Spending hours on bed awake....
Rewinding what was the dream I dreamt last night..
Hence, I have good memory in every dreams I had.. No joke...

After revising the dream, that's the time for me to prepare my breakfast..
I used to have a surprisingly wonderful breakfast every morning..
with ham, toast, egg or some fruits or salads randomly...
But, time after time...
My breakfast has become a slice of toast with an egg and a cup of coffee..
Breakfast used to be my happiest meal of the day..
But it has become a lonely meal of all...

I will spend a whole day, more than 12 hours in front of my laptop...
I wonder what I did in these 12 hours..
Check mails, Facebook...
and start reading journals and continue my progress of dissertation..
But, it wouldn't last long.. Why I wonder?
I will start feeling uncomfortable and need a shower..
Then, I will spend time making cups of coffees and teas in between...
I will allowed my mind to wander around to think of something else......

By the time, the sky was dusk...
And, it's time to prepare for dinner....
I used to enjoy cooking dinner all by myself..
I enjoy the process of cooking.. And the outcome and feedback from others..
It boosts up my confidence.. And I love that feeling..
But, time after time... I started to avoid kitchen.....
I started to spend lesser and lesser time in the kitchen..
My happiness and smiles were lost in the kitchen....

And I realised that, I need to share my life with someone...
Someone who understands me...
Who willing to share my life...
Who be there for me..
Who feel the happiness I have while cooking in the kitchen..
Who loves to try every dish I made..
Who gives me a big smile everytime I needs it..
Who willing to wipe away my tears everytime I cry...
Who willing to share silly jokes and gives me laughter...
Who will care about ME and my FEELINGS....
Who understand what makes me HAPPY and what makes me CRY..

What is the purpose of living?
For myself?
How do I live for myself when I don't even know why am I suppose to live?
I don't live to the WEALTH.... And I don't live for the HEALTH..
I have nothing since I was born..
and I shouldn't bringing anything with me when I am gone..
So, what is the meaning of life?
When you aren't getting anything in the end of your life??!!