Doing the Dishes... repost

I HAVE a confession to make…

I hate doing the dishes. I simply hate it.

A feeling of disgust overwhelms me every time I see greasy plates and grimy bowls stacked sky-high in the kitchen sink, waiting to be scraped of encrusted leftover food. Even if I use a sponge or a scouring pad (the generic green ones), the slime and the smell still stick to my hand, more so if the ulam is adobo or mechado with all that gooey, oily sauce that goes with it.

When, finally, I have to give up and accept my wretched fate because I might miss “The Nanny or E.R. or whatever program, lucidity sets in and my philosophical self surfaces. And I think, there are times when the task of washing dishes could be compared to the act of confessing one’s sins.

Really? Yes.
However, for the benefit of those who have never washed a dirty plate in their entire fortunate life, I will reiterate – begin drumroll, please – the tried and tested “Basic Procedures of Dishwashing.”

First, you scrape the bowls, plates, pots and pans with encrusted food and pile the dishes neatly in the sink with the spoons and forks, according to size and shape. Second, rinse the whole shebang with water, or just let it flow a few minutes if your are too lazy, particularly if you’re the finicky type and you don’t want too much spaghetti sauce and Axion paste mixture lathering your hands while doing the soaping. Third, I advise would-be dishwashes to use paste goo (Like Axion, Dazz, whatever), preferably the kalamansi(lemon)-scented kind, instead of your ordinary laundry bar or powder. It’s really cheaper and economical in the long run. While soaping, use circular strokes – inside to outside. If you encounter stubborn stains like longganisa (sausages) drippings and burnt scrambled eggs, feel free to use the hardy scouring pad instead of the pushover sponge and scrub and scrape like there’s no tomorrow. To get the whole thing over and done with, after soaping and scrubbing, rinse the dishes with plain tap water, although it is best to wash extra greasy plates and pots in lukewarm water.

The First Time I've Loved Forever

Somewhere I have never traveled
Gladly beyond any experience
Your eyes have their silence
In your most frail gesture are things which enclosed me
Or which I can not touch, because they are too near

The first time I loved forever
Was when you whispered my name
And I knew at once you loved me
For the me of who I am

The first time I loved forever
I cast all else aside
And I bid my heart to follow
Be there no more need to hide

And if wishes and dreams are merely for children
And if love's a tale for fools
I'll live the dream with you

Or if your wish be to close me,
I and my life will shut very beautifully suddenly
As when the heart of this flower imagines the snow
Carefully, everywhere descending

For all my life and forever
There's a truth I'll always know
When my world divides and shatters
Your love is where I'll go

I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens,
Only something in me understands
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

888 babe.

i'm sad.... *sobs

Song... Song... Song...

Maybe you soon, forget about all.

Maybe you'll miss it like I do.

One thing's for sure, I'm on about,

To spend to much time thinking of you.

AND I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY DREAMS.

CAUSE YOUR SMILE IS TATTOOED IN MY MIND.

I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY DREAMS.

YOUR SMILE IS TATTOOED IN MY MIND.

And then theodora goes in...

You are one of the few things worth rememberin.... lol

hi theo.

love you babe.

bob's mee

I'm in WYWY KB now.

After a fun day filled with rehearsals and Sunday Mass, am with "her" and Bob here, enjoying the last hours of the long weekend of freedom.

The three days seemed to have passed just like that. Though I don't remember anything remarkable happened, hmm, we'll except for the the LifeNite and the dinner that followed.

dan dia bersama sebelah ku, rambut nya macam tempurung kelapa, dia lah buah jantungku, seperti buah jantung pisang ku. kami pun makan makanan yg bermacam2, chips, keju atas mee, dan mee goreng spesial simpan telur diatas. kami pun berbual2 tentang apa yg telah berlaku, dan apa yg akan berlaku di masa hadapan.

pada masa yang sama, batah jua anak lelaki iban sorang ani.

... ... the bottom line ... ...

This week is fun. Well spent with people I care about... the person I love... (uuuuy)...

The friends that support and make my stay in Brunei worthwhile.

Finally, I realized that it feels good to spend time as you want to have it spent. LIFE is not about timetables and one stingy dragonfly who would take away the colour of your day.

LIFE is about being happy. It doesn't matter what makes you happy; whether sleeping, eating, chatting mushy notes in MSN, facebook-ing and hanging out with friends, as long you feel free to express yourself. As long as you keep yourself and the people around you happy then you're on the right track.

- nothing more to say,, cause I want to catch up with the chit-chat with Bob and my babe.

nites.

Birthday PostScript

(Monday) 17th August, 2009

I have known her for only a while. Very short while that it would be very odd for me to claim that I know her well enough to be writing this blog.

But well, I don't care about oddity.

(Sunday) 16th August 2009

This is a red letter day for us, because this is our first time to celebrate, together.
Theodora and Bob are with us, as we head to The Mall in Gadong.

to be continued.... 8 8 8 baby

Respect ...

I am in my own ways modest of how I have been brought up as a young professional. It never occured to me that time would come when I would come to a point where I would compare the before and now.

RESPECT...
I think this value is what separates humanity from animals. We humans are supposed to be the creature who possess this trait in such manner that we think before we speak or do. In this same perspective that I would want to base my observations. Aren't we as individuals, given such privilege capable of thinking about what our friend, family, colleague or student might feel for an action which you can't even admit for yourself, because probably you have realized it as well that you have made a wrong move?

Are you coward to admit it that you keep blaming other people for it?
Or are you so stubborn that you keep ignoring the people around you?
Get a Life and mind your own business!!!
Respect others before "you" demand others to respect you...
After all as a teacher, you very well should know:
RESPECT CANNOT BE TAUGHT, IT IS EARNED.