I said I was going to get some well-deserved rest and not blog, write or compose anything.
Today is a whole new day, however. I gave Max a bath and now, he looks so fluffy ( much more than before ) and he smells like a million dollars. So, instead of gushing about him, I will patrionize you with some pics.
P/S: I wanted to capture more shots of him, but he wouldn't let me. I should run to the pet store and buy him his treats, instead of bribing him with Honeystars. He is not as fond of it, when compared to his regular beef jerky or milk sticks.
I did, yesterday.
Today is a whole new day, however. I gave Max a bath and now, he looks so fluffy ( much more than before ) and he smells like a million dollars. So, instead of gushing about him, I will patrionize you with some pics.
P/S: I wanted to capture more shots of him, but he wouldn't let me. I should run to the pet store and buy him his treats, instead of bribing him with Honeystars. He is not as fond of it, when compared to his regular beef jerky or milk sticks.
This little guy certainly knows how to captivate his Mummy's heart and make it crumble to a thousand pieces. When he looks at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, I just pull him close and plant one on him.
Having penned down my deepest thoughts last night, I imagined I wouldn't have the courage to do it. But, once and for all, I did. And, I felt good about it.
It will be published in about 2weeks from today. You can read it then.
Although after so much sharing, I think I am going through a dry spell now. A no-writing period. Just to give myself a rest, my mind a breather.
Catch up with you later...
It will be published in about 2weeks from today. You can read it then.
Although after so much sharing, I think I am going through a dry spell now. A no-writing period. Just to give myself a rest, my mind a breather.
Catch up with you later...
One of my favourite things to do is talk. When I say talking, I do not mean speaking in public with thunderous applause to follow after I wrap up my speech. I am referring to daily conversations, with people I am close to or with people whom I look forward to pick their brains. Not to judge them, but at particular moments, it is really fascinating to see how the human brain functions and interprets information.
Ergo, out of my immense love for that, I dearly enjoy my daily banter with my friend Debra. She is very animated (once you get to know her, because she is the epitome of an iceberg) and very funny mostly because of spur-of-the-moment remarks ). Her best gift: Replicating real life human signature behaviour. (read: It means she can imitate, very well, almost to perfection most of the time.)
I find it a joy when we are in college, while the lecturers are trying so hard to input knowledge into our heads ( to relatively no avail ), we are usually carried away in our own world. A world of excessive giggles and never-ending topics to argue upon.
Just so you know:
P/S: Daddy,
I was just exaggerating about the talking during lectures. I do pay attention, I only resort to doing that during the really boring 'sermons'. (In case you are not aware, my dad is a regular patron of my blog. In fact, he reads every single post I've written, PLUS the comments and Cbox messages.)
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Ergo, out of my immense love for that, I dearly enjoy my daily banter with my friend Debra. She is very animated (once you get to know her, because she is the epitome of an iceberg) and very funny mostly because of spur-of-the-moment remarks ). Her best gift: Replicating real life human signature behaviour. (read: It means she can imitate, very well, almost to perfection most of the time.)
I find it a joy when we are in college, while the lecturers are trying so hard to input knowledge into our heads ( to relatively no avail ), we are usually carried away in our own world. A world of excessive giggles and never-ending topics to argue upon.
Just so you know:
Dee Dee, I miss you. I miss the time we usually spend together in college. Our exchanges in the Cbox does little to make up for it. As of now, I am really hoping for college to begin. (Well, not really. I should just drive to college to pick you up for lunch or something.)
P/S: Daddy,
I was just exaggerating about the talking during lectures. I do pay attention, I only resort to doing that during the really boring 'sermons'. (In case you are not aware, my dad is a regular patron of my blog. In fact, he reads every single post I've written, PLUS the comments and Cbox messages.)
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...at any point I had a body like Jessica Alba's ( It's not like I'm very far off the mark. A couple of laps in the pool plus an hour spent rigorously on the treadmill DAILY, I would be able to accomplish that in a few months. Unfortunately, I hate all forms of exercise. And, I can't swim. It's an impending disaster, I've been told. I pay tribute to my hormones for my weight loss *chuckles* ) and flawless skin like Angelina Jolie's ( Saying that my skin is terrible would be a viciously understated fact. This, would take a really really long time to achieve. ), I would so love to dish on:
- Chilli's Chicken Crispers with the honey mustard sauce. Also, the Cajun Chicken Sandwich. And, the divine Chocolate Mud Pie.
- Fluffy waffles with peanut butter or drizzled with maple syrup. To be completely honest, what I would love to have is peanut butter, straight from the jar.
- Bangkok Lane's fried mamak noodles, with extra chilli. Did I mention before that I am seriously addicted to chillies?
- Secret Recipe's Chocolate Indulgence or New York Cheese.
For the sake of my skin and figure, I think it would be a much wiser choice to give all of the above a miss and munch on some apples or stalks of celery instead...
If you love what you do, you will never have to work a day in your life.
Pr. Steven Teo - 21st February 2009
The DVD has been in my possession for sometime already and given the opportunity today, I plopped myself on the couch with a bowl of popcorn (I am joking, I despise popcorn. Pringles or Lays is more like it.) and watched the entire movie (It look me longer than its 112mins running time to complete the movie, because there were some heartfelt moments which required the utilisation of the 'Repeat' button.)
I am an avid fan of Ms. Austen's writings (Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice... Those are some of my favourite novels of all time.) and this movie chronicles her life (well, to about 70% of it). She has written some of the best romance novels I've ever read but the greatest love story of all, I believe, was her own's.
As the movie progressed, I became critically aware of the parallels between my love story and hers - How headstrong we are and our refusal to relinquish even when everything around us turns awry.
No points for guessing whether or not this movie caused me to sniffle. I wept, bucketfuls of tears.
Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers and are famous preservers of youthful looks.
Charles Dickens
You know how girls love to talk and talk, and talk even more?
Even when our mouths get sore and it looks like we are gonna need a prescription (for excessive yakking), we will still do it because, it's a girl thing. Don't try to crack your head to figure the why, till this day, I can't comprehend it too...
Recently, I was having a conversation with a friend and a topic which have made me squirm repeatedly when asked, was brought up. The What-Is-Your-Ideal-Type-Of-Man? subject.
I gave her a rough sketch of my ideal man but as the conversation proceeded further, I realised something: Acceptance of a partner as a whole is far more important than the endless pursuit for the perfect other half.
The so-called 'ideal' guy may come along once in awhile but the crucial subject matter is whether or not we can be on the same page and wavelength.
Even when our mouths get sore and it looks like we are gonna need a prescription (for excessive yakking), we will still do it because, it's a girl thing. Don't try to crack your head to figure the why, till this day, I can't comprehend it too...
Recently, I was having a conversation with a friend and a topic which have made me squirm repeatedly when asked, was brought up. The What-Is-Your-Ideal-Type-Of-Man? subject.
I gave her a rough sketch of my ideal man but as the conversation proceeded further, I realised something: Acceptance of a partner as a whole is far more important than the endless pursuit for the perfect other half.
The so-called 'ideal' guy may come along once in awhile but the crucial subject matter is whether or not we can be on the same page and wavelength.
Allow me to explain.
Let's say I end up with a good-looking guy who's rich (not just by inheritance), has a stable career, is the most caring guy and the guy all my girlfriends wish to have scored.
I know if I were to marry him, I would live a very comfortable life and my children's futures are invariably secured. But, the teensy-tiny problem is he hardly understands my passion for music and art. Instead, he loves to spend his time expanding his career opportunities and names golfing as his favourite pastime.
Chances are, I would not be able to hold a relationship with him to last till the dinging of wedding bells. Heck, I can't even stomach the idea of spending the rest of my days with him.
I know I would be labelled as a complete idiot but deep down, I will be rest assured of choice I made.
Why? Because it is innate, my inborn personality that passion comes before everything else. Which will explain my switching courses, from Accounting to Mass Communication.
I have nothing against accountants, but I have found it to be one of the most boring and stagnant career choices. Note that I am fully aware of the lucrative paycheck and the look of awe in people's eyes when they hear of the chosen career path.
Many have given a disapproving look when the question of my course of study is raised. What we do - to put it simply - is inject a little excitement into your dull lives.
If we were not doing what we are doing, you would not have the daily newspapers you thrive on, or be able to watch anything on the television. Wait, did I mention your huge company would not even make its mark anywhere because no one would know of it?
I have saved myself from a fate worst than death when I finally convinced my parents to let me study what I wanted from the very beginning.
Sarcasm on halt, I realise in life, we can't have everything to our heart's content.
That is fine by me, making not-so-ideal choices (hence the title) to earn a little less but have a much more rewarding job and to have a not-so-ideal (by our society's standard) guy, but someone I know can make my life worth living every single day...
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I have been in a bout of sinus for sometime already, which causes me to sneeze every single time the air around me is polluted with dust as well as acting like a leaky faucet ( my nose, that is ) when the temperature in the room gets too cold.
With my throat, it is a whole different story. It is always dry, so I make an effort to drink at least 2litres of water every day. Not only is my throat parched today ( making me feel awfully thirsty throughout the whole day ), I think I have been hit pretty bad with the flu bug. Staying in bed for almost the entire day did little to help.
On a different note, Valentine's Day has come and gone. I looked forward to spend the evening with a box of Ferreros ( I would do anything to get some of those dark chocolates infused with lavender I had when I was visiting Singapore, but since that was unattainable and out of reach, I would have been contented with those heavenly little balls ) and watch soppy romance movies. My parents had other ideas as to how I was supposed to spend my Valentine's: To have dinner at a couples-filled restaurant, with them.
Anyway, I mentioned about wanting to watch the sequel of The Pink Panther 2 last Tuesday. I managed to catch it on Friday but I procrastinated on writing the review till today.
With my throat, it is a whole different story. It is always dry, so I make an effort to drink at least 2litres of water every day. Not only is my throat parched today ( making me feel awfully thirsty throughout the whole day ), I think I have been hit pretty bad with the flu bug. Staying in bed for almost the entire day did little to help.
On a different note, Valentine's Day has come and gone. I looked forward to spend the evening with a box of Ferreros ( I would do anything to get some of those dark chocolates infused with lavender I had when I was visiting Singapore, but since that was unattainable and out of reach, I would have been contented with those heavenly little balls ) and watch soppy romance movies. My parents had other ideas as to how I was supposed to spend my Valentine's: To have dinner at a couples-filled restaurant, with them.
Anyway, I mentioned about wanting to watch the sequel of The Pink Panther 2 last Tuesday. I managed to catch it on Friday but I procrastinated on writing the review till today.
From the beginning till the end, it kept me in a laughing trance. Steve Martin is the unmistakable choice to portray Inspector Jacques Clouseau, delivering smart-mouthed replies with a deadpan face, sniggering at his own jokes ( like someone I know ) and artfully gibberizes words, without appearing like a try-hard.
Good points aside, there is no real plot and at one point, it looks like a series of short comedy sketches being thrown together to create a movie.
In a nutshell, it ranks above-average in the comedy category
( compared to the likes of The Love Guru, Four Christmases and other terrible ones with lousy script-writers ).
Watch it if you're looking for a breath of fresh air from the hustle-bustle of life. I am absolutely certain you will leave the cinema with a silly grin across your face, and laughing out loud when recollecting some of the scenes.
Rating: 4/5
Life is much more fulfilling and sweeter by the moment when we give with a genuine heart to bless, expecting nothing in return.
Melissa Cheah - 14th February 2009
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Sitting down today in front of the mirror ( not for vanity's sake, my dressing table doubles as my writing desk ), it made me realise of how far I've come.
Browsing through childhood photographs added to it, reeling time back and recognising the simple pleasures in life that used to astound and never failed to amaze me. How I wish I could maintain that simple outlook on life and smile gleefully at the sight of my favourite items, again...
In about 2months from today, I will officially be an adult ( to me, it is reaching age 20, where the '-teen' phrase no longer exists ). Come April 12th ( I am divulging the date, so that you can whip out your handy mobile and mark it in your calendar ), I am ushered into a world of maturity, where giggles turn into lady-like laughter and daily-exhange of gossip, replaced with intellectual banter.
I am beginning to like the adage I've used as the title of this entry...
P/S: I will expatiate the why-s another day. Right now, I need to brew a cup of peppermint tea and settle down the welcoming effects of a much needed therapy...
Browsing through childhood photographs added to it, reeling time back and recognising the simple pleasures in life that used to astound and never failed to amaze me. How I wish I could maintain that simple outlook on life and smile gleefully at the sight of my favourite items, again...
In about 2months from today, I will officially be an adult ( to me, it is reaching age 20, where the '-teen' phrase no longer exists ). Come April 12th ( I am divulging the date, so that you can whip out your handy mobile and mark it in your calendar ), I am ushered into a world of maturity, where giggles turn into lady-like laughter and daily-exhange of gossip, replaced with intellectual banter.
I am beginning to like the adage I've used as the title of this entry...
P/S: I will expatiate the why-s another day. Right now, I need to brew a cup of peppermint tea and settle down the welcoming effects of a much needed therapy...
Gah, I am just itching to spend some of my moolah and go on serious retail therapy... I haven't been doing much shopping lately, not because I don't want to, I just can't seem to align my time.
My eyebrows are out of shape (Stray hairs are growing and I always like my eyebrows to remain in their perfectly arched shape), my wardrobe is full of clothes which have been repeatedly worn (Not that I mind, especially my Little Black Dress and my pair of black skinny jeans which I love to bits and hope to wear till I die, even then I hope that can be my last attire wor ), I've run though all my heels (and I have quite a sizeable collectio ) and I need to replenish some of my make-up products.
Hopefully, when I meet Annie on Friday (and I think I will smother and suffocate you with hugs *grins*), I can accomplish all of that which I have said, plus catch the movie, Pink Panther 2...
My eyebrows are out of shape (Stray hairs are growing and I always like my eyebrows to remain in their perfectly arched shape), my wardrobe is full of clothes which have been repeatedly worn (Not that I mind, especially my Little Black Dress and my pair of black skinny jeans which I love to bits and hope to wear till I die, even then I hope that can be my last attire wor ), I've run though all my heels (and I have quite a sizeable collectio ) and I need to replenish some of my make-up products.
Hopefully, when I meet Annie on Friday (and I think I will smother and suffocate you with hugs *grins*), I can accomplish all of that which I have said, plus catch the movie, Pink Panther 2...
Pineapple tarts are my favourite cookies, or more accurately the only ones that I like. During Chinese New Year, we have to adhere to the mores of house visitations, as an indication of respect.
Hence, each home visited will usually display their array of homemade cookies for visitors to sample. I have to (grudgingly, at times) sample the cookies, out of obligatory respect (or the infamous Chinese colloquialism, 'give face'). In my years of cookie-sampling, I have tasted some of the best, melt-in-your-mouth cookies as well as those dry enough to rival Sahara Desert, rock-hard ones. This year however, I (respectfully) decline those which I know can make my teeth shatter to powdery bits.
Anyhow, Ashton's mummy gave Le Family a box of pineapple shortcakes. I officiated it as dessert after tonight's dinner. I believe I have found the best mass produced pineapple tarts. Coupled with intricate design and packaging, it is definitely sitting on the top of my favourites' list.
Hence, each home visited will usually display their array of homemade cookies for visitors to sample. I have to (grudgingly, at times) sample the cookies, out of obligatory respect (or the infamous Chinese colloquialism, 'give face'). In my years of cookie-sampling, I have tasted some of the best, melt-in-your-mouth cookies as well as those dry enough to rival Sahara Desert, rock-hard ones. This year however, I (respectfully) decline those which I know can make my teeth shatter to powdery bits.
Anyhow, Ashton's mummy gave Le Family a box of pineapple shortcakes. I officiated it as dessert after tonight's dinner. I believe I have found the best mass produced pineapple tarts. Coupled with intricate design and packaging, it is definitely sitting on the top of my favourites' list.
The box
Individual packaging
The pineapple shortcake
( Buttery crust with sweet and tangy pineapple jam )
This is a sequel from Life's Lesson ( 1 ). Click *here* to read the first part.
Today's entry is entitled: Pain is good because what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
The pain at the back of my mouth ( the right side ) has been bugging me for days and now, I am really getting agitated with it. Maybe it is my 'wisdom tooth' popping out but the pain is killing me.
Maybe I'll let my parents know about it soon so that they can haul me off to a dentist ( *rolls eyes* ) to examine and figure out the little bugger.
Today's entry is entitled: Pain is good because what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
The pain at the back of my mouth ( the right side ) has been bugging me for days and now, I am really getting agitated with it. Maybe it is my 'wisdom tooth' popping out but the pain is killing me.
Maybe I'll let my parents know about it soon so that they can haul me off to a dentist ( *rolls eyes* ) to examine and figure out the little bugger.
Enduring pain builds character, that is all I can say...
There are moments in life that just take our breath away. There are moments in life where we wish we could just run away from this hurting world. There are moments in life where we want to bury our head in the sand and remain oblivious to everything going on around us. There are moments in life where we hope we could turn back the clock and rewind time to rectify our mistakes. But ONE truth stands: Through it all, He is our Healer.
No longer has the passages in the Bible remain just as words written on a revered book. Those words are life, bearing truth beyond our wildest comprehension.
If at any point in life, you have been hurt, lost faith or have an inkling of doubt against Him, I will assert that He remains your Healer. He will heal your broken-heartedness and bind up your wounds because this is His greatest act of love for you: He sent His only son that you may live, live more abundantly than ever before and not bear the wages of sin, death.
I remember the low points in my life, with clarity. I wallowed in self-pity, moped around like a hurt dog and wept for hours. He came, He swooped me into His tender arms and let me know how much He loves me. Because of that, I am where I am today, doing what I do. I have conceded, this life is just not mine to live. It is His to use in whichever way He sees fit.
This song, Healer written by Mike Guglielmucci has been so close to my heart. It is unfortunate what happened to him and it shattered my heart to learn of what he had done. But, I will say this, this song STILL remains powerful. The declaration of God being our Healer, our Portion and above all, nothing is impossible for Him.
I'm enclosing the lyrics of the song,
Love you,
Melissa.
No longer has the passages in the Bible remain just as words written on a revered book. Those words are life, bearing truth beyond our wildest comprehension.
If at any point in life, you have been hurt, lost faith or have an inkling of doubt against Him, I will assert that He remains your Healer. He will heal your broken-heartedness and bind up your wounds because this is His greatest act of love for you: He sent His only son that you may live, live more abundantly than ever before and not bear the wages of sin, death.
I remember the low points in my life, with clarity. I wallowed in self-pity, moped around like a hurt dog and wept for hours. He came, He swooped me into His tender arms and let me know how much He loves me. Because of that, I am where I am today, doing what I do. I have conceded, this life is just not mine to live. It is His to use in whichever way He sees fit.
This song, Healer written by Mike Guglielmucci has been so close to my heart. It is unfortunate what happened to him and it shattered my heart to learn of what he had done. But, I will say this, this song STILL remains powerful. The declaration of God being our Healer, our Portion and above all, nothing is impossible for Him.
I'm enclosing the lyrics of the song,
You hold my every moment
You calm my raging seas
You walk with me through fire
You heal all my disease
I trust in You
I trust in You
I believe You're my Healer
I believe You are all I need
I believe You're my Portion
I believe You're more than enough for me
Jesus, You're all I need
Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible
Nothing is impossible for You
You hold my world in Your hands
If you have nothing else to hold on to, hold on to this:
He loves you more than you would ever know, more than your mind could ever conceive its extent because He made you. He crafted you to perfection with His beautiful hands and He will never leave nor forsake you. Moments where you think you are walking alone, those are the moments which He carried you in His loving arms.
Love you,
Melissa.
It's now or never, and this is the day where I'll admit it: I am incredibly picky and very fussy on my musical preferences or in laymen terms, whom I listen to. And, I am as mean as Simon Cowell when it comes to judging vocals.
I've been extended the excellent reviews on Jennifer Hudson's rendition of the Star Spangled Banner ( in case you are not aware, that is the title of America's national anthem ). I logged on to Youtube to give it a listen and I had shpilkes all over me. It was a note-perfect, top-notch performance.
I've enclosed the video. Please do yourself a favour and listen to a true artist, who embodies the essence of a genuine vocalist not looking for a quick buck or 15-seconds of fame by pulling off dumb antics. Listen to this and have your perspective changed, instead of listening to the rigamarole of Britney Spears, Jessica Simpson or the sweet cherry chapstick of Katy Perry kissing one of her own.
I've been extended the excellent reviews on Jennifer Hudson's rendition of the Star Spangled Banner ( in case you are not aware, that is the title of America's national anthem ). I logged on to Youtube to give it a listen and I had shpilkes all over me. It was a note-perfect, top-notch performance.
I've enclosed the video. Please do yourself a favour and listen to a true artist, who embodies the essence of a genuine vocalist not looking for a quick buck or 15-seconds of fame by pulling off dumb antics. Listen to this and have your perspective changed, instead of listening to the rigamarole of Britney Spears, Jessica Simpson or the sweet cherry chapstick of Katy Perry kissing one of her own.
Get ready to be blown away...
Because of my newfound holidays, I have found myself with pretty much nothing to do.
I needed to do something, enrich my time.
I was talking to a college acquaintance and he mentioned about me dying of boredom due to my extended holidays. I refused to admit it in the beginning, to bask in the glory of having gained extra-holidays.
There is only so much you can do at home: Watching Seasons 1, 2 and 3 of Bones (I do not watch this just because David Boreanaz stars in it but in actuality, the content of this show makes perfect sense to me. I have a healthy balance of affection for both science and arts.), reading (I need to get more Sidney Sheldon and John Grisham novels.), surfing the Net and playing with Max.
As much as I hate to admit it, I was getting bored.
So yesterday, I decided to do mankind (read: TWO of my closest friends in college) a turn of goodwill. So, I made some roast chicken to go along with the potato salad which I saved up for them.
:: For the record, I sacrificed my sleep for the both of you. I could easily sleep well into mid-day with covers drawn to my chin in my warm bed, to make up for my staying up late. To wake up early to perform such a task demanded real love and sacrifice. ::
The items were placed in a paper bag and I drove to college.
I met up with ONE of my friends at the library. As the library, all libraries in fact, restricted the bringing of food inside, I left the bag outside in the storage compartment.
I then walked in to where she was sitting.
Overcome with curiosity and sudden courage, she decided to sneak the bag containing (MY) food past the watchful eye of a very sallow-faced librarian.
All goes well, she managed to pass through the barricade and was declared clear from security check when a loud 'Plop' resounded.
In my mind, I could decipher what happened.
I slowly turned my head and it's true, she had dropped the succulent chicken thigh I so lovingly made, on the library carpet.
All eyes were focused on her as she crouched down to pick up the dropped treasure.
I found the whole scenario highly amusing after the furor died down. And thankfully, after much threatening and beratement from me, she ATE the chicken (There is this 10second rule in which the food drops on the floor no less than that period of time, it is considered safe to partake of it.).
I quote the review she gave on both items, 'horrendously delicious'.
I don't see the significance of using the adjective 'horrendous' to describe it but with 'delicious' following suit, I am guessing she likes it, even if it was tinged with a little library carpet flavour.
I needed to do something, enrich my time.
I was talking to a college acquaintance and he mentioned about me dying of boredom due to my extended holidays. I refused to admit it in the beginning, to bask in the glory of having gained extra-holidays.
There is only so much you can do at home: Watching Seasons 1, 2 and 3 of Bones (I do not watch this just because David Boreanaz stars in it but in actuality, the content of this show makes perfect sense to me. I have a healthy balance of affection for both science and arts.), reading (I need to get more Sidney Sheldon and John Grisham novels.), surfing the Net and playing with Max.
As much as I hate to admit it, I was getting bored.
So yesterday, I decided to do mankind (read: TWO of my closest friends in college) a turn of goodwill. So, I made some roast chicken to go along with the potato salad which I saved up for them.
:: For the record, I sacrificed my sleep for the both of you. I could easily sleep well into mid-day with covers drawn to my chin in my warm bed, to make up for my staying up late. To wake up early to perform such a task demanded real love and sacrifice. ::
The items were placed in a paper bag and I drove to college.
I met up with ONE of my friends at the library. As the library, all libraries in fact, restricted the bringing of food inside, I left the bag outside in the storage compartment.
I then walked in to where she was sitting.
Overcome with curiosity and sudden courage, she decided to sneak the bag containing (MY) food past the watchful eye of a very sallow-faced librarian.
All goes well, she managed to pass through the barricade and was declared clear from security check when a loud 'Plop' resounded.
In my mind, I could decipher what happened.
I slowly turned my head and it's true, she had dropped the succulent chicken thigh I so lovingly made, on the library carpet.
All eyes were focused on her as she crouched down to pick up the dropped treasure.
I found the whole scenario highly amusing after the furor died down. And thankfully, after much threatening and beratement from me, she ATE the chicken (There is this 10second rule in which the food drops on the floor no less than that period of time, it is considered safe to partake of it.).
I quote the review she gave on both items, 'horrendously delicious'.
I don't see the significance of using the adjective 'horrendous' to describe it but with 'delicious' following suit, I am guessing she likes it, even if it was tinged with a little library carpet flavour.
P/S: Debra, I'm sorry honey. I had to post this up. It was really funny, thinking and reflecting on it. For all its' worth, I am glad to have spent some time with you yesterday. Ditto to Mi-Chelle. :)
