I have been reading. Books have always have a large place in my heart. I read when I need closures to my current situation or some inspirations on my new path. These are the 2 books which I have been reading these days. The touritst by Olen Steinhauer I just cannot put it down until I finish reading it. I love the story so much and even thought it was The tourist book which is the base of Angelina Jolie's new film (which it turns out to be not but apparently George Clooney is picking this story up to make a film out of it!). It is a bit like the Bourne identity books but without the dusty cool war feelings to it. I cannot wait for the sequal: the nearest exit to come out. I need to know what is happening to Milo after all the unraveling events in his life.
The lastest book to read is this: Linchpin: are you indispensable? No doubt it cames from my recent experiences at my day time job. I just want to pick some brains from those business specialists to see if whether if there is any thing that I can do to make myself feel better- constructively. I know if I have done my part then there isn't anyone to blame for what happen to my career. More than anything, I don't want to start feeling to cook is a chore. It is a form of expression of myself. In many ways I feel cooking is like playing. Even so much better that I am making a living out of it. I want to carry on enjoy every moment of doing it.
The weekend cooking for Goldsmiths people came to a smooth end. Lovely Danny came with his mates to pick up all the food. I had just manage to finish another patch of Mash with cheddar when he called that they were just next to the Regency cafe. Looking at them it reminds me so much of my Uni days. Puppies, I called them. Fresh faced, matured yet full of ideas about the future. This is my yearly good deed for the culinary world. I am only sorry that I would not fill one more tart in the bag for them.
Bernadette's birthday was a very emotional one. We had it in Nandos where her extensive family were working. I proudly presented her the gift I found; the pink handbag perfume to go with her lovely Alma Louis Vuitton. Though I have to say I was not sorry at all about my choice moving to central when I walked in my old area. I loved every bits of travelling back via waterloo and 507 bus. I was glad that it was a lovely weekend: warm and yet fresh. Looking through the bus window and taking the night views of London in. It was very romantic.
I woke up this morning to the sound of alarm and Lara's text. She gave me a lift to work on this chilling spring morning with a hot white coffee. I was surprised that she texted me but also knew why she had to have this chat. The heart of a woman in love is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Guys don't really get it. But does it matter? They are lucky enough to have the ones to love them. It never really make senses in my eyes but then again I have done all of those. Turning ups and downs in bed just couldn't put my mind to sleep, I just needed a friendly face to tell me everything is going to be alright. Love; along, keeps us awake at night. Precious moments; when it is gone, you can never get it back. To love is to see the face of God.
The lastest book to read is this: Linchpin: are you indispensable? No doubt it cames from my recent experiences at my day time job. I just want to pick some brains from those business specialists to see if whether if there is any thing that I can do to make myself feel better- constructively. I know if I have done my part then there isn't anyone to blame for what happen to my career. More than anything, I don't want to start feeling to cook is a chore. It is a form of expression of myself. In many ways I feel cooking is like playing. Even so much better that I am making a living out of it. I want to carry on enjoy every moment of doing it.
The weekend cooking for Goldsmiths people came to a smooth end. Lovely Danny came with his mates to pick up all the food. I had just manage to finish another patch of Mash with cheddar when he called that they were just next to the Regency cafe. Looking at them it reminds me so much of my Uni days. Puppies, I called them. Fresh faced, matured yet full of ideas about the future. This is my yearly good deed for the culinary world. I am only sorry that I would not fill one more tart in the bag for them.
Bernadette's birthday was a very emotional one. We had it in Nandos where her extensive family were working. I proudly presented her the gift I found; the pink handbag perfume to go with her lovely Alma Louis Vuitton. Though I have to say I was not sorry at all about my choice moving to central when I walked in my old area. I loved every bits of travelling back via waterloo and 507 bus. I was glad that it was a lovely weekend: warm and yet fresh. Looking through the bus window and taking the night views of London in. It was very romantic.
I woke up this morning to the sound of alarm and Lara's text. She gave me a lift to work on this chilling spring morning with a hot white coffee. I was surprised that she texted me but also knew why she had to have this chat. The heart of a woman in love is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Guys don't really get it. But does it matter? They are lucky enough to have the ones to love them. It never really make senses in my eyes but then again I have done all of those. Turning ups and downs in bed just couldn't put my mind to sleep, I just needed a friendly face to tell me everything is going to be alright. Love; along, keeps us awake at night. Precious moments; when it is gone, you can never get it back. To love is to see the face of God.
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