We all have our own problem. A few nights back Ms. Mirinda and I went to Papas' to try out some of his "famous" BBQ chicken with butter rice. It was good. It could be better, the chicken came out undercooked. It was tough to pick out the meat from the bones. So I asked it to be taken back to the kitchen. It arrived back with a second helping of rice on a new plate. Cooked to perfection.
So the lesson for that night was: Relationships are like BBQ Chicken, when it's undercooked, it's hard to separate the meat from the bones. Cook it well enough, even a slight stab with a fork or a knife will do the job. And dont forget, if you over cook it some more, you'll end up with something edible.
A test is a test, only when the chances of passing and failing is 50-50. Any outside influence favoring either turns it into something else.
If you push something away hard enough, long enough, often enough, it will soon go away.
It's amazing how many time you can get your heart broken, trampled, stabbed and not a visible scar showing.
I've waiting long enough. I've been pushed away often enough.
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