Last night wife made pizza for dinner, nothing fancy, bought a ready-made crust, topped it up chicken, sausage, capsicum, onion, cheese and mushroom., shove it into oven, and voilà, it is pizza.
We were just doing the Official Opening of the new oven we bought, or else my sis will laser again saying that "jangan-jangan dating raya tahun depan, oven masih wrapped with plastic dengan manual dalam oven".
Wife have been extra rajin , especially in cooking department after we moved in to the new house. She cooked almost every night, after work, even she is very tired, and she wake up early and prepare breakfast for me and her to bring to work, she drops me off at the Komuter and off to her office ................ hmmm so hard working!
We have been busy in weekends, cleaning up the house, since that’s the only time we have to dust and laundry.
But I don't want to be a "cleanliness Freak", whereby the house look too clean that it become unfortable to love in!
My friend Vaasugi forwarded me the poem, which I think is VERY TRUE!!!!
A house becomes a home when ...
"I love you" on the furniture."
I can't tell you how many countless hours
that I have spent CLEANING!
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend
making sure things were just perfect --
"in case someone came over."
Then I realized one day that no-one came over;
they were all out living life and having fun!
Now, when people visit, I find no need to
explain the "condition" of my home.
They are more interested in hearing about
the things I've been doing while I was
away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet,
please heed this advice.
Life is short. Enjoy it!
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to
paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or
plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out
there with the sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow,
a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go -- and go you must --
you, yourself will make more dust!
REMEMBER...
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter
that tells what kind of life you have lived.
We were just doing the Official Opening of the new oven we bought, or else my sis will laser again saying that "jangan-jangan dating raya tahun depan, oven masih wrapped with plastic dengan manual dalam oven".
Wife have been extra rajin , especially in cooking department after we moved in to the new house. She cooked almost every night, after work, even she is very tired, and she wake up early and prepare breakfast for me and her to bring to work, she drops me off at the Komuter and off to her office ................ hmmm so hard working!
We have been busy in weekends, cleaning up the house, since that’s the only time we have to dust and laundry.
But I don't want to be a "cleanliness Freak", whereby the house look too clean that it become unfortable to love in!
My friend Vaasugi forwarded me the poem, which I think is VERY TRUE!!!!
A house becomes a home when ...
"I love you" on the furniture."
I can't tell you how many countless hours
that I have spent CLEANING!
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend
making sure things were just perfect --
"in case someone came over."
Then I realized one day that no-one came over;
they were all out living life and having fun!
Now, when people visit, I find no need to
explain the "condition" of my home.
They are more interested in hearing about
the things I've been doing while I was
away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet,
please heed this advice.
Life is short. Enjoy it!
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to
paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or
plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out
there with the sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow,
a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go -- and go you must --
you, yourself will make more dust!
REMEMBER...
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter
that tells what kind of life you have lived.
This picture i took in Sephia mode (brownish black and white) Look kinda classic this way....
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