If ever you should be so lucky as to grab hold of a modern woman who can whip-up a delicious spread of home-cooked meal, Love her with all your heart and soul.Let's face it. More and more women do not know how to cook even an egg even if their lives depended on it.Yes I know that's a sweeping statement. But unless someone can prove otherwise, I'll just have to stick with that.
My friend was telling me the other day that his girlfriend cooked some indistinguishable food for him to eat. He ate it with a lot of trouble, hiding his horrid expression wishing there were some pot of plant nearby he could dump the food in. Then the dreadful question came. "Is it good?" He forcefully made a smile and nodded saying "yes", not wanting to break her fragile heart. That's when she said "oh then I'll get you some more ok?" (-.-")Ah well, the price of Love is unmentionable. At least he will have homecooked food to come home to after work every day.That is happiness in my eyes.
Have you seen happy tree friends? They've include a host of last year production in their archives. Oh my God. That's so cool.
I'm brimming with happy stuff that I could burst. I think I have coincidentally achieved a state of inner happiness. Life and goodness has become synonymous with each other. I can't explain it. :) I'm just gonna go sit back and enjoy my moment of happiness while it lasts. It's gonna be a stressful/hectic semester ahead.
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