i told you all i like to eat rite ???

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November 18, 2009 at 2:05 pm · Filed under Eating Out, Food, non-halal, wi-fi!
I seldom make my way down this street but recently a Pearl Pork shop (healthy pork/安心肉店) opened there and I was having a look when I spotted this Japanese eatery. The name “一期一会” attracted me instantly and I vowed to drop by as soon as I could.
Japanese eateries have been mushrooming in Subang Jaya recently, and some of these are the smaller, home-cooked types, and has become quite delightful to explore.
The facade and interior of the eatery. Simple but homey. Quite a few tables were occupied by locals, i.e. Japs.
The small appetizer served to us before dinner – pork slices cooked with potatoes, carrots & mushroom slivers. Tasted very much like homecooked stew. Good start.
The signature dish, Ichigo Don (RM28) which is essentially Katsudon with thick pork slabs, onions and egg. The pork cutlets were crispy on the outside and tender & juicy inside. Good stuff!
An interesting dish that we thought we should try, Shake Chazuke (RM16) which is rice and salmon in tea. I think “salmon tea porridge” is the right term here. However I don’t think any of us were ready for such a measly portion, haha. It was supposed to be rice cooked in fish broth and topped with grilled salmon flakes, nori seaweed and spring onions but it tasted more like soy sauce and rice in water… not as impressive as we hoped.
Rice with Japanese eggplants and minced pork (RM18). This I love even though personally I felt it was a tad salty. But the gravy also had bits of chilli flakes in it and had a slight zing to it.
Sandwiches in toasted bread with the thick pork cuts and lots of shredded cabbage. This was pretty good. Probably a tad too much for one person, so it’s something to share.
Yaki Udon, or fried udon.
Last but not least, some sashimi. The squid and roe were alright but the others were simply not fresh enough. Definitely not the place to come for fresh sashimi.
Overall, I would say that this eatery serves very homecooked Japanese fare and most of it is rather decent, and the thick pork cuts will wow any meat lover. Oh and they do lunch delivery around the neighborhood also… starting from 10am, to be delivered by 12pm. However there was one occasion (on a return trip) where the service was super slow that it put off my dining companions. It was only upon leaving that the waitress informed me that they had complications with the stove so I guess I would still give this place a chance.
Ichigoichie 一期一会10, Jalan SS15/8B,Subang Jaya.Tel: 03-5632 0510
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Pizza Italia, Seremban
November 9, 2009 at 8:18 pm · Filed under Around M’sia beyond KL, Eating Out, Food, halal
We were brought to this Italian eatery owned by a husband & wife duo. The place was rather packed during lunch time despite this place being the “industrial area” of Seremban 2.
To start we had the Cream Mushroom Soup (RM5) & Garlic Bread (RM3). Very creamy soup, but not as homecooked as I hoped it would taste. But still, great for dipping the garlic bread in.
We also shared a Caesar Salad (RM with beef bacon. Very generous for the price and it was delectable. The beef bacon bits were a bit more tough to bite and not as crispy as I’d like it but I still enjoyed the salad.
Pasta dishes were plentiful on the menu but we wanted something simple and light. The Aglio Olio spaghetti with Prawns (RM13) was very flavourful. The spaghetti was a tad softer than I usually had it but the combination of the fragrance of olive oil and garlic pieces made this a very robust and satisfying dish. Love the touch of fresh basil leaves that gave an extra oomph.
They have quite a variety of pizza here and the Piccante Pizza (Large at RM19) caught our eye simply due to the addition of the egg. With salami, capsicum etc, this was quite yummy fresh out of the oven. Not bad indeed.
We had the last Tiramisu (RM8) available for the lunch crowd, which probably says something about this dessert’s popularity. Once again, it exceeded my expectations from this little eatery. Not too soggy and with the right balance of cheese, coffee & cocoa.
Overall, it was a rather pleasant meal and the prices were very reasonable so if we were to find ourselves in the area again, we’d definitely be back for more.
Pizza Italia480, Jalan Haruan 4/4.Oakland Commercial Centre, (near Columbia Asia Hospital)Seremban, Negeri Sembilan.
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Restoran Tonny, Tapah.
November 5, 2009 at 7:34 pm · Filed under Around M’sia beyond KL, Eating Out, Food
I wrote about missing out on this restaurant during my last visit to Tapah but this time we managed to find it. Apparently they have relocated to this shop further down town, near the Tapah police station.
The shop front.
Kung Po Wong Sin (宮保黄鳝) or stir fried spicy swamp eel, which is the signature dish here. Chopped into bite sized pieces, the bouncy texture, paired with the tasty sauces made this divine.
Having had the yummy eel, was looking forward to the freshwater prawns. This was alright but I think that the eel has definitely stole all the limelight. Or maybe we needed a different style of cooking.
The stir-fried fiiddlehead ferns were good too. Crisp and green.
Their other popular dishes comprises of those with fish or frog. Definitely worth a visit when in Tapah.
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Taiping HoChiak, SS2
October 28, 2009 at 6:10 pm · Filed under Food, non-halal
Over the weekend we were invited to this Nyonya restaurant for dinner by a family friend. He knew that we have recently been very taken with Nyonya food, thanks to a recent sojourn to Malacca that saw us rediscovering the joys of Peranakan food and ahem, old Nyonya jewellery. Hehe.
The shop is situated in SS2, on the Chow Yang side and used olden everyday stuff cleverly as display. On the outside, a wall is lined with all the newspaper cuttings featuring the restaurant and the chef, Ricky, a successful author of a few Nyonya cookbooks.
One of the appetisers we had was Pai Tee or top hats. The filling was tasty but the “hat” itself was thin, but tasteless and not crunchy enough. However with that said, I am glad it didn’t have the stale oil taste that many other versions I have tried has.
The Sambal Petai we had was rather tasty, though a tad more on the wet side. But it sure was a good accompaniment to the white rice.
The Sambal Tumis Fish was good too. Not too strong in the spiciness or sour notes.
We quite liked the Spicy Nyonya Chicken, which was chicken pieces deep fried and coated with this sticky, aromatic sauce, thanks to the thinly shred kaffir lime leaves. And an interesting twist was probably the addition of the mango cubes.
There’s also the “Tau Yew Bak” or braised pork with soy sauce and tofu (beancurd). Tender and flavourful and very much a favourite with the children. But i found something missing…. not sure what it was.
The “Ju Hu Char” or stir fried turnip with julienned carrots and sliced mushrooms was probably one of my favourites. And they even make deep fried popiah with this as the filling. Delicious.
I also loved the “Kerabu Paku Pakis” though I had a few “too raw” stems which were a tad hard to bite off.
The tofu dish was also tasty despite the messy look. Another crowd pleaser with the kids.
We ended the meal with some ang koo kueh and durian cendol. I was stuffed beyond belief so only had half a kueh and was glad to find it not too sweet. And those who had the cendol raved about it so I would definitely try that if I were to return.
Overall I would say that this place exudes a certain charm of homecooked food. And on hindsight, we were all glad that the food we had wasn’t too oily or heavy tasting. Plus the chef/owner Ricky was really quite friendly and obliging which the made the dining experience even more pleasant.
Restoran Taiping Ho Chiak28, Jalan SS2/10, (Chow Yang side)47300 Petaling JayaTel/Fax: 603-7876 6648
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Fleur-De-Lys Bakeshop, Brunei
October 14, 2009 at 12:50 pm · Filed under Food, Travel
Hankering for something other than curry, rendang, lemang and the like, we decided to go to this bakery, or bakeshop as they call themselves for a bite.
The shop has some interesting items, including designer hampers for the Raya festivities and one of my favourite, macarons.
We started off with the Mushroom soup in a loaf. It was quite creamy and yummy. And the bread loaf was perfect for tearing off to dip in the soup.
The Baked potatoes with tomatoes and mushrooms looked promising but didn’t deliver taste wise. I personally felt that the mushrooms were overcooked so it was a tad soggy. Plus the tomatoes gave it a weird, sourish taste.
The eggs benedict with poached eggs and chicken ham, topped with the yellow, creamy Hollandaise sauce.
My choice was the eggs florentine, which has the extra spinach. I must admit I didn’t like the chicken roll. Bread was soft and it was quite messy eating this. Haha.
Fleur-De-Lys BakeshopC5, Kiarong Complex,BE 1318, Bandar Seri Begawan,Brunei.
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Le’ Taj, Brunei.
October 5, 2009 at 12:22 pm · Filed under Eating Out, Food, Travel
Was in Brunei briefly for Raya and quite a lot of eateries were open despite it being the festive period. Our first stop was at Le’Taj, an indian restaurant in Kiulap. As it was the last day of Ramadhan, they were still serving buffet dinner but we opted to order ala carte instead.
The menu. Quite extensive.
The interior of the place. Quite empty as it was way past buka puasa time and most of the patrons have eaten and left.
Our Starter Platter – Butterfly prawns with mango chutney, tandoori chicken, onion bhaji and spicy pappadum. The deep fried stuff were the best tasting of all as it was freshly fried. But we suspect that the tandoori chicken cubes were taken from the buffet line as it was cold and hard. Tsk tsk.
My Lamb briyani, served with raita and pickles. We also tried the chicken version but the lamb one was tastier as it carried the flavour of the lamb more.
We also had Sag Aloo, which is essentially spinach cooked with potatoes in Indian herbs and spices.
Fish Vindaloo. Vindaloo is actually more of a spicy “sweet & sour” style curry that has Portuguese origins. Despite the promising colour of the curry, it was actually more sweet than hot for me and the fishy taste was also rather strong so I reckon you’d be better off ordering other types of meat for this Vindaloo dish. But I also have this feeling that they just cook the curry gravy in bulk and pour it on whatever meat you choose and hence, the flavour is not fully absorbed in the meat. But it’s just my guess.
Tried a few types of Naan, including the plain one, garlic one etc. Perfect for dipping up the gravy of the curries.
The food here has some hits & misses but given that Le’ Taj is THE place for indian food in Brunei, I can only say, beggars can’t be choosers. They also have salt lassi, which is quite new for me as I am only familiar with the sweet ones.
Le’ Taj RestaurantSeri Kiulap Complex2nd floor, Jalan KiulapTel: 2238 996
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Miri Ramadhan Bazaar 2
September 18, 2009 at 1:28 am · Filed under Festive, Food
Another Ramadhan Bazaar that caught my attention while driving around in Miri was the one next to the Indoor Stadium, opposite the Public Swimming Pool.
Thirsty? Freshly squeezed sugar cane juice and other colourful iced drinks are easily found here.
Ikan bakar is everywhere. They use more whole fresh saltwater fish here and less ikan pari (stingray).
Nasi Lemak. Truly the national dish of Malaysia.
Kuih. The rolled up ones at the top most right corner is Kuih Celorot, traditional to the state of Sarawak. The sweet kuih is wrapped in leaves in a way that you can press the base and the filling pops up from the top.
Kolok noodles, another item that can’t be missed in Sarawak. The chinese version uses minced pork, so I would assume that the minced meat here would be minced beef, which should be equally tasty.
We stumbled upon a yummy treat here amongst some of the local Malay dishes. The purplish rice (usual of certain rice species in Bario/Kelabit Highlands) called to us and we were told that it’s fried rice with dabai fruit ( a local equivalent of olives), anchovies and chilli. It was truly yummy and unforgettable. I am already thinking of where to get dabai to make my own!!
Some local Malay dishes – curries, daging, keladi etc.
More dishes. Umai at the bottom left corner.
There were even crabs at RM4 each.
Freshly fried noodles. So tempting.
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Miri Ramadhan Bazaar 1
September 17, 2009 at 10:30 am · Filed under Festive, Food
I happened to be home for a brief getaway and having a craving for umai, decided to hit the Ramadhan bazaars in town search of them. Having “moved” to KL for a good 10 years or so, I think I have gotten quite used to the food sold there so I found myself a bit of a tourist at the bazaars in Miri, trying to decipher the mystery of some of the “unknown dishes”. Haha.
The nearest Ramadhan bazaar to where I live is the one at the Saberkas shoplots, near the roundabout where Sesco (Pujut) and Bulatan Park is.
Grilled stuff are big here… and all sorts of fishes are used considering how seafood is widely available in Miri.
Ikan Terubuk bakar. Lovely fish but it has so much bones that sometimes eating this is a pain, literally.
Wings and other snacks.
Kuih Peneram and Kuih Bongkol, which is a popular kuih with sago flour, coconut milk and palm sugar.
Umai!!
Fried noodles, rice etc. The bergedil (potato patties) were very good.
Some local dishes.
Sarawak Layer cake and even Kuih Batik.
Drinks of all types.
Psychadelic colours! The blue drink is called Lemon Blue.
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Chulia Street Noteworthy, Penang.
September 10, 2009 at 7:35 am · Filed under Around M’sia beyond KL, Eating Out, Food
I rarely venture into Chulia Street, but this trip has brought me a few surprises food wise along Chulia Street. I have heard of yummy wonton noodles (wantan mee) there but didn’t know where until I read masak-masak. Made my way there and found the corner lot shop at the intersection of Chulia St. and Carnavon St easily.
As Chulia St is also very popular with backpackers, this place also sees its fair share of foreigners stepping in. One Caucasian woman was quite specific with her order, which only consisted of blanched vegetable leaves and one single wonton with no noodles which did baffle the mother and son team manning the stove a bit.
The noodles in all its glory. Tossed with soy sauce and a bit of lard, it’s “whiter” than the Klang Valley version. Springy and al-dente, served with red char siew, leafy greens, chicken shreds and tight wontons. The wonton production was quite a sight to behold as nimble fingers continued to bind round parcels of minced meat into the wonton skin.
There’s also beef noodles. I opted for the soup version as I wanted to slurp down the hot, robust broth. The beef, complete with tendon (just how I like it) was flavourful and tender. I read that the soup is made freshly everyday and sits on a constant charcoal fire.
Apart from the thin noodles, they also serve the flatter, broader version.
Sai Lam Coffee Shop (西南茶室)307 Chulia StreetPenangOpen Mon-Sat 1pm onwards.
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Driving down Chulia Street at night holds quite a lot of promise as hawker pushcarts are scattered all around. We spotted the most people gathered here, outside a furniture shop with the huge “Dunlopillo” sign above.
The curry mee stall next to the wonton noodle stall. Both are bustling and weighed down with orders. Having had wonton noodles, the elderly couple manning the curry mee stall seemed to be the best bet for my supper. Heh.
Despite being told that there would be a long wait, we got our curry noodles within 20 mins. Served with generous servings of cuttlefish, cockles, tofu pok and fishball. I enjoyed it greatly as the soup had the kicks from the spicy chilli paste and best of all, the cockles were still bloody! Haha.
Chulia Street Curry Mee ,Lebuh Chulia,Penang.
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Seng Thor Oyster Omelette & Guangzhou Bakery, Penang
August 28, 2009 at 6:26 pm · Filed under Around M’sia beyond KL, Food
I talked about visiting Seng Thor in such of its famed Oyster Omelette or “Or Chien” last year. Instead I found wonderful lor bak.
But this time I made sure to make my way there in the afternoon when the or chien stall and another wonton noodle stall is sure to operate. And true enough, Mr.Lim himself was handling the griddle, frying omelette after omelette frantically to cope with the many orders. We were seated quite near the stall so we could watch his every cooking step while waiting and as he continued ladling in more and more cooking oil, our alarm grew.
The oysters here are actually quite scrumptious if you can overlook the oily factor. But because it was really dripping in oil, I couldn’t bring myself to finish this plate of juicy oysters in the slightly starchy yet crunchy omelette. Pity.
Kedai Kopi Seng Thor160, Lebuh Carnarvon,Penang.
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After our oyster omelette snack, we went next door to this old school bakery which remains vividly in my mind due to the above shot taken last year. I can’t get past the temptation those rows and rows of wobbly egg custard out of my head!
Finally an egg tart in my hands!! Hehe. They actually sell out very quickly and one could try booking them by calling in. Well, my verdict is that it’s indeed old-school tasting (古早味). Instead of the usual flaky pastry we’re now used to due to influences from HK egg tarts, this crust is the shortcrust type, and can be a tad dry. I also felt that it was slightly too thick and would have preferred more of the richness that the egg custard gives.
But we stumbled upon a gem while buying the egg tarts, which are these pineapple tarts! Small but fragrant, these are truly delightful.
The bakery also has a lot of other old-school stuff such as pandan flavoured Ma Lai Kou (马来糕), char siew buns (餐包), various tarts and the like. And the elderly uncle is quite patient with explanations too!

love

If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
thank you so much.
i would never have known love if it wasn't for you.
i would never have known of how strong LOVE can be
if it wasn't for you.i would never have known of such happiness if it
wasn't for you.
i would never have known so little and so much about
myself if it wasn't for you.

Something tough .. someday you must go thruogh it

When the going gets tough, when the tough can't bring themselves to clean the house or do laundry or look for a job, the tough go to the gym. My gym is within walking distance of the house. It's unpretentious. No one bothers me, or talks to me, or carries on any sort of conversation. Sometimes women will talk to each other in the locker room, but it's network television or some radio station I don't care for and everyone quietly counts their reps. I like that in a gym. It's hard to find a place to work out in San Francisco that isn't a pickup joint. Nevermind what the boys do in the men's locker room, I just can't stand sweating in the kind of place where women put on makeup before going to their afternoon aerobics class. There are some things I simply should not be forced to endure. There's a pleasant hum of activity in the gym, everybody going about their business, machines running, weights clicking up against each other, "personal trainers" with immensely broad chests intimidating neophytes into doing one more set of situps. Gym etiquette is like library etiquette in that no one ever makes eye contact with a stranger. There's no one I want to make eye contact with in the second mile of my run. I'm a terrible runner, all short legs and no stamina. After twenty minutes or so, my legs feel like Jello. There's no one I want to make eye contact with while I'm stretching. Stretching in a public place always makes me feel like whoever is watching is trying to imagine what I'd be like in bed. I know it's an irrational concern, but I just can't shake it. It's paranoid delusions like this that make yoga classes impossible for me. There's certainly no one I want to see when I'm doing freeweights or machines. H.R. Giger missed his calling. He should have designed exercise machines, sleek and terrifying black monsters powered by the force of grimacing and grunting humans counting "twenty-one...ugh...twenty-two...ugh...twenty-three..." I think he would have liked it. I hate weight machines almost as much as I hate running, but I use them, hoping to tone that one little obscure muscle that the machine indicates it is designed to improve. Soon, the world's most powerful triceps will be mine! As much as I hate exercise, I do love coming home with my lungs feeling clear and my whole body buzzing with extra oxygen. I like waking up in the morning just a little bit sore, so that I feel like all of my muscles are really there. It's worth it. In fact, I think I'll go again tomorrow.

sometimes

Sometimes I don't know why I do the things I do. That's not true. I know why I recorded Angela's Ashes. I felt guilty for not reading the book. I am a literate girl (how old can you get before you're not a girl anymore? Will I still be a girl when I'm eighty?) and the idea of a Book of Some Importance that I haven't read is bothersome. Everything I know about Frank McCourt comes from a former co-worker of mine who is his niece. There's nothing at all romantic about poverty. My parents and grandparents had to survive things that make my worst day look like a picnic. You wake up one morning and your mother's gone to pawn the last of the family silver to feed your eight brothers and sisters. You wake up one morning and you're dying in a Soviet hospital because they've botched an operation which is standard throughout the United States. You come home from the war and your entire family is gone, buried in a mass grave just outside of town. It's not that I think McCourt found poverty romantic, not in the least, but I suspect his readers did. There is nothing quite like American sympathy for the Irish Troubles, the way we drink their beer and fake their accents because we think that their troubles are part of some great epic tapestry, so very unlike our own. It rains all through Angela's Ashes. It's either raining or about to rain. It rains and then somebody dies (a child, if at all possible), then it rains some more and McCourt's father comes home drunk. I almost couldn't stand it, so much nasty unrelenting sogginess, but I watched even though I knew that thing would never get better, that Angela's life would never improve, that there would always be some new indignity around the corner. It was a slow, sad car crash, but I'm sure I could have looked away if I wanted to

SomeDay

Someday, in the event that I have nieces and nephews, adorable little children (all children that eventually go home to somewhere else are adorable) will look at me with their Dave Keene eyes and say "Auntie Never! Tell us about the nineties! We want to hear all about the internet boom when everybody became a millionaire overnight." Some of my friends did become millionaires. It was funny to see the names of people that I knew in press releases. It was strange to hear everybody talking about some company where I knew the CTO. Someday, when I'm surrounded by wide-eyed children, I will tell them about the time The Magazine Which Must Not Be Named rented out City Hall and threw a 2000-person party with eight open bars. There were the suddenly-rich ravers at Critical Path and the thugs-in-suits at Scient. There was that time that J, S, and I all made $10,000 overnight. On New Year's Eve 2000, most of my friends were in Fiji. Some of them struck it so rich that they were inspired to spread it around. Jamie, unhappy when Netscape's corperate celebrations, rented out the Sound Factory for a Mozilla Party. D found a champagne he enjoyed so much, he bought every last available bottle in the United States, and then brought it out, case after case, for his friends to drink. I'm certain that there was an entire year when every time I went out, I saw some display of wealth so ludicrous I couldn't stop laughing. When I got the invite from Dan Sully, I didn't understand at first. The first time it showed up in my mailbox, I mistook it for spam and deleted it unread. I do this a lot. My friends, if I've been owing you a reply to some tidbit of email for six months, there's a very good chance that your message has been lost in a fit of overzealous deleting. I thought he was just getting some friends together for the premiere of Lord of the Rings. We would all stand in line and give each other moral support. I could not have underestimated him more. Dan pulled a move directly from the 1999 playbook . He had rented out a full theater at the Metreon and he'd invited three hundred of his friends to see Peter Jackson's movie the moment it premiered: midnight. Nevermind the movie. It was a beautiful movie, a great movie, I can't even count the number of times it gave me goosebumps, but the night was a beautiful thing in and of itself: three hundred people milling around a theater in the Metreon, hugging the people they hadn't seen since last week and the people they hadn't seen in years.When the lights dimmed and we took our seats, it was like watching a movie on a couch that seated hundreds of my friends. We cracked wise and hooted and laughed and ahh'd in a way that we would never have done in a dark room full of strangers. When the credits rolled, after we were done applauding Peter Jackson, we turned and we applauded Dan, because he'd thought to do this when we all so desperately needed cheering up. And this bitch of a year, 2001, didn't feel so miserable.
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sometimes waiting is great too....

有人说...等待的过程是艰辛的...等待的过程是难过的...也许...他更是让人伤痛欲绝的...但...却没人说...他是美丽的...若真心爱一个人...无论等待的过程是多么难熬...多么空虚...难过...到最后他一定会觉得...这一切都值得...因为...我爱的人是他...若连爱一个人都不愿意付出...那...我只能说...你不是真的爱她...若你真的爱一个人...你真的会感到很空虚...不过..为了你爱的人..一切都值得...对吧...爱一个人..不要只希望他会对你好...自己也要付出...爱情才会完美...不是吗...

I Hate Waiting....

此 刻。。。我 突 然 發 現。。。
等 待。。。
其 實 是 邪 惡 的。。。
它 總 是 把 自 己 偽 裝 得 很 美。。。
把 虛 幻 的 希 望， 一 次 又 一 次 的 迷 惑 人 心。。。
成 功 的 迷 惑 后。。。
在 人 們 為 了 讓 那 虛 幻 的 希 望 實 現。。。
瘋 狂 的 失 去 理 智。。。
殘 酷 的 把 人 們 喚 醒。。。
這 時。。。
我 們 早 已 一 無 所 有。。。
浪 費 了。。。
浪 費 了 我 們 寶 貴 的 光 陰。。。
浪 費 了 我 們 應 該 完 成 責 任 的 時 間。。。
后 悔 已 來 不 及。。。
我 討 厭 等 待。。。
討 厭 這 個 虛 假 的 東 西。。。
是 它 毀 了。。。
毀 了 我 們 的 所 有。。。

Two type of husband ...(a&b)

两种老公 两种人生‏A:)她：“老公。帮我接杯水呗。”他：“石头剪子布。谁输了谁去。”她：“算了。我自己去吧。”B:)他们坐在一起看韩剧。她起身。他问“干吗去？”她：“去接杯水。”他：“你坐这看吧。我去给你接。”女人多可怜。她对男人唯一的要求就是“疼她”。你可以什么都没有。只要你疼她。她就有足够的勇气把自己的下半辈子交给你。----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A:)他晚上下班。给她打电话“宝贝儿。我晚上和朋友出去吃饭。”她：“你不是答应我陪我逛街的吗？”他：“改天吧！”她默默地流泪。为什么每次都是这样？B:)他下班的时候打电话给她:“亲爱的。别人给我一张奥运会的票。巴西队啊！一会儿我去看 球了 啊。”她：“哦。这样啊。好吧。”他：“怎么不高兴了？”她：“你忘了。上周说好今天我朋友和她男朋友请我俩吃饭啊。”他：“哎呀。对不起亲爱的。我忘记了。那我把票给别人吧。我陪你去吃饭。”她：“不要了。吃饭可以改天。或者你先去看。我们等你。”他：“那不行。答应你的事情必须得做到。再说你自己跟他俩在一起像电灯泡似的。你肯定不舒服啊”她：“没事……”没等她说完。他很强势的告诉她“好了。听我的。你收拾一下。我一会儿去接你。”其实女人不是不懂事。只是。她需要碰上一个懂事的男人。其实。情侣之间。是可以互相的。----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A:)他：“我晚上出去吃饭了啊。”她：“几点回家？”他：“九点之前肯定回家。”九点半，她：“你怎么还不回来啊？”他：“十点。肯定回家。”十一点。十二点。一点。两点……后来。她不再打电话催他。因为她知道。对于不守承诺的男人。一切“肯定”都是“未必”。B:)他：“我晚上出去吃饭。九点之前肯定结束。然后我俩去看电影。”她：“你能那么快就结束吗？”他：“放心吧。我答应你了就一定能！”快到九点的时候。他：“收拾一下吧。我马上就到你家了”信任。是在一件一件小事中建立起来的。----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A:)她生理期。身体不舒服。顶着疼痛洗衣服。收拾屋子。他坐在电脑前面玩网络游戏。她干完活。躺在床上。长出了一口气。他看了她一眼：“宝贝儿。辛苦了！”然后转过头。继续玩他的游戏。B:)她生理期。很难受。起身准备洗衣服。他拽住她：“你去床上躺着。我来！”她：“你会做家务吗？你自己洗过衣服吗？”他：“不会做可以学着做啊。以后你身体不舒服的时候。我当然得独挡一面！”女人需要的不只是甜言蜜语。哄她几句。她也许会给你一个微笑。但是实实在在的呵护。她会对你一辈子的感恩。并且会回报给你一个温暖的家。----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A:)她给他拿了一包榛子。然后她去洗衣服。回来的时候。榛子已经被他吃得所剩无几。B:)她拿给他一包榛子。然后自己去收拾屋子。回来的时候。她看见电脑前面放了一堆剥好的榛子仁。女人很感性。她炫耀你对她的体贴。就好像炫耀克拉钻一样。这么廉价的买卖。用一点心思就能收获无比的财富。 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A:)他说：“你是最好的。”她问：“我哪好？”他：“学历高。能力强。长得漂亮。对我又这么好。”她笑了。B:)他：“你是我所遇到最好的女孩儿。”她：“我哪好？”他：“你对身边的每个人都很友善。很无私。对人对生活总是很感恩。一个人有一颗善良的心。让 周围的人感觉到温暖。你是我见过最善良的女孩儿。伤害你的人都应该下地 狱！”她哭了。一个人。是因为你对他好。所以觉得你好。 一个人。是因为懂得你的好。所以想要对你好。 幸福的恋人。首先应该是一对彼此欣赏的知己。P/s:B女好幸福^^
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