Monday, April 26, 2010

Something to Remind me...

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I just want to remind myself that....

When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.-- unknown

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Just love this quote...from Ratatouille

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I love this quote and I just can't help myself from sharing it...



In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations, the new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

A Glass Half Full

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Just the other week I totally lost it...I couldn't find the right words to describe how I really felt. Sure enough I was really so blessed to have it all...But I keep on looking for more...I keep on telling myself that I'm lost and that there's more to this life than what I have...Unfortunately I guess I'm looking for something that isn't there...I guess I've been asking for too much...Finally I bumped my head really hard...and I just woke up from that hard blow...I'm back to ground zero but I'm extremely thankful to be blessed...

I was checking my mail and there he was...out of nowhere he popped out to say,"hi!"...I smiled and answered back, "hey!"...he sighed and whined..."same old thing I guess"..."not so happy again ey?!?" We were both unhappy...(again for the nth time)...and then he suggested, " why don't we both commit suicide?"...I laugh ( really hard)..."how?" I asked..." I don't want to jump from a building because I don't want to look ugly and devastated when I die...I want to look presentable for my family and friends..."...he just laughed over cyberspace...and then I broke down...and then I started talking about my frustrations in my life...somehow in that conversation I lost it...

... a week passed and I found myself driving with husband...and then I started whining..and then he finally asked me this simple question: "honey if I have a glass of water that is half empty and half full what do you see?" I just replied," it's half empty! There's so much space. There's a lot of room for improvement." " Wrong answer ny," he simply said," it's half full!" I rolled my eyes and for a moment I've been silent...Instead of arguing with him I pondered on what he just told me. The glass is indeed half full. Why in the world did I not get it?

...for the longest time I really haven't seen the world as I used to! I used to say there's something beautiful in everything...somehow along my journey I've learned to forget that...and the glass half full made me realized what I've lost along the way...and on that day I've been reminded that I am extremely blessed...and that I have so much to share...like a lost dog who have been bitten, and half dead...I too have a lot of stories to share about my magnificent journey...I too have been hurt along the way...but somehow, with a smile on my face I can say I finally found my way back home...

It's not always about the destination that counts but it's all about how you get there...In time I will get there but for now let me savor each minute as I wonder off through this great adventure that I have on hand...

...life indeed is like a glass of water...sometimes it's empty...often times it's half full, but nevertheless it's always full and overflowing...
 

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