Life : Good People, Bad People

Everyone comes into your life for very good reasons. Some to torment you, some to enlighten, some to make you happy and others to give you so much hell that you'll learn the kind of lesson you'll take to your grave.

Such as never to trust crappy-looking websites with a 'dubious team of people' behind them. Like if something is too good to be true, then they're probably so. Like if something is selling really cheap on the internet, it's probably crap.

You know, these life lessons you can't, simply can't, unlearn.

While I can't say that I am an angel because I've had my fair share of troubles and things that I wish I've never said and actions I wish I have never taken, I can say that if Karma were to kick my ass for it, then so be it. I deserve it. I don't want to regret them because they probably happened because it's just the law of the Universe. How else would you explain yourself doing something stupid like giving yourself a 'slight perm' so that there is more bounce, body, and volume to your tresses?

Welcome to weeks of talking to that poodle in the mirror. #lol

I mean, shouldn't that be the last time you trust your hard-pressed hair-dresser who is trying to earn a commission off your misery?

But things like that happens, sometimes it's your decision, sometimes it's not. Suffice to say, the hardest to stomach are the ones as a result of another person's actions, thoughts, and beliefs. It's harder because you're not in control and you're not privy to their circumstances. But it affects you, nonetheless, and it hurts like a blinding thunder strike...not that I've experienced it.

Sometimes, it is because a Higher Power is trying to help you close a chapter to your life and something a little better is lying around the next corner of your journey to help you power up your game.

I hope the few people I am thinking about right now will have a good rest-of-their-lives and live in complete peace of mind.

Enjoy your day,
Marsha

p.s. Playing Christmas songs makes you feel sooooo amazing. I don't know why! LOL

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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