Pensive Tuesday Morning

I havent been very good at the "Making people happy" front lately and that upsets me. But that is the problem. I like to make people happy. And people are not always happy...whether when they are with me or without me. People are just people. They are happy and unhappy with or without me.The problem starts when I let them affect me.

The last few month's been tough.

But here I am. awake at 7.21a.m. Watching the sun rise. Watching the birds fly from one corner of my window to the other. Watching as the kitchen becomes brighter and brighter, being showered by the sun's love.

Does it matter whether people are happy with or without me? Not really. Maybe the people that I have been dealing with are beyond help. Or maybe the people that I have been dealing with comes from a completely different background and incapable of understanding where I am coming from. Maybe the people I have been dealing with, I care too much about. Maybe the people I have been dealing with, don't give a shit. Maybe the people I have been dealing with, don't believe in the things that I do.

What do I do about that?

I guess nothing can be done about that. But still, I can't help wanting to make people happy. And when people are suspecting, when people attack for no apparent reason, I reel back and now sit here wondering what went through their minds.

But my side of the story is not the only side of the story, that is. There is the other side of the story. I am curious about it. But I won't question becauseI don't think I will understand.

You know what? The other day I was re-reading some of my old blog post. Man, was I young or what? This blog has really grown with me, including the one that the govt has banned (trulymarsha.wordpress.com - they've banned me from that and left it for dead), as I read through the posts, I see changes.

But that's life, isnt it? It's all about changes. At least I kept it real, huh?

Good morning, everyone, have a fantastic Tuesday ahead,
XOXO,
Marsha

Maid Side-Kick

I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore.

There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me.

For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media.

Since we were more like partners in crime, I f…

Grilled Salmon With Unagi Sauce

I always disagree with people who say that they are lazy to cook, it's too hard, no time, too difficult, easier to eat out....etc. I can't agree because I have found multiple ways to cook simple, cheap meals without causing too much of a ruckus to my schedule. All it takes is a little bit of planning ahead and research. And a sense of humor when it turns out...to put it nicely...sucks.

Anyway, here's one simple one that ANYONE (kids included) can cook up. Seriously simple and easy.

I love salmon but my kids don't like the smell and texture. But that doesn't mean that I can't go out to the market and spend RM11 on ONE single piece of salmon fish and make MYSELF one, right? Kids can have the overnight pizza. :-)
This is fresh from the market....man oh man! I LOVE IT!!
Wash it properly, de-bone the thing if you want to but I just left everything the way it is and just covered the fish with some of the following:-

Yup, salt, pepper and McCormick's season-all powder…

It's The Hormones Slinging All Over Ryan Gosling

Every time I do this, you know I'm PMS-ing. I am usually quite sane and well-behaved. I promise you this. But..... After watching The Notebook, I am fully convinced that Ryan Gosling is not a man. He's sex. Pure sex. And love, of course. I knew that.I love Ryan Gosling whether he looks like he just woke up on an island....ESPECIALLY when he's half-naked!!!!I love him even if he's kissing someone other than me (who he SHOULD be kissing)I love him even when he's got literally no hair.I love him eventhough without the beard thing, he looks like a schoolboy still growing out his pubic hair.I love Ryan Gosling to the core and then you tell me one other thing to make me fall in love with him even more! I feel signs of a mild heart attack already!He plays the piano. He sings. And he sings to KIDS for Halloween!I mean.....aawwwwww......how come we good women who are only sometimes a teeny weeny bit (and I mean really tiny bit) bitchy never get one of these? What?! We DO …

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