How could sorrow or goodbye be sweet?

Shakespeare must be out of his mind at the time when he inked the line. There is nothing sweet about parting. If anything, it is a painful experience that can be obcsured by recent events but cannot be totally forgotten.
Following dad's latest trip to the hospital, the doctor suggested that bjork and kitkat (which she saw while doing housecall on Wednesdays) will have to go. But where? And how?
Actually, both were eternal suspects in the seemingly endless asthma attacks. Yet, everybody is in denial about the fact. Four years of companionship between human and these domestic felines were a tad too long a time to not have forged a mutual kinship that wouldnt be difficult to sever. Discounting the fact that these domesticated animals were completely stripped of their inherent skills in hunting or climbing trees, the likelihood of their tastebuds withstanding ingesting unprocessed food remains to be seen. And the worse that could befall them, Bjork especially, is ending up as the residents drunkards' "pulutan".
If only...

maximum dates in a day

I think I could live with only three each day, of the sweet and chewy variety.
It’s not what you think. Far from the social thing that I’m sure you have in mind, I am actually referring to the sun-dried Iranian dates. Sis bought a pack recently to make a “date pudding” which she never got around to doing.
Eating it as it is, I think, did not diminish its gustatory value. But without comparison, it being my first time to taste one, I can’t be too sure. The fruit was about an inch wide and one-and-a-half inches long in its dried form. It wasn’t as wrinkly as a prune unless not refrigerated for days after the packet has been opened. Like “mentos”, it’s a bit crunchy outside and chewy inside. Its natural sweetness is so filling, three pieces were enough to keep me on my toes until our rather late breakfast is laid on the table.

My current favorite…

It’s reading “the perks of being a wallflower” while sipping a lukewarm café nova-cafe latté.

Café Nova - Café Latte was a “thank you” gesture from Fran who slept on my bed on the eve of her departure to Singapore. When I got back from a very long vacation, I found it buried neath my blanket together with the note that said “thanks”.
Café Nova is a specialty coffee produced by Super Coffeemix Manufacturing Ltd, the packet said. It contains freeze dried ground Arabica coffee beans, non dairy creamer, glucose to taste and none of those cancer causing sweeteners. The moment the mixture is dissolved in water, an aroma suggestive of a coffee brewing permeates the kitchen (the living room and the toilet as well). The taste is not far behind. It has a faintly bitter taste of a newly steeped freshly ground coffee which is tempered by a small portion of cream and sugar just enough to taste. It’s my favorite instant coffee now.

“The Perks of Being a Wallflower” on the other hand is a gift from Mae Grace, which she sent through the post together with 2 CDs of “Defective Mix” and one of “David Sedaris live in Carnegie”. It is my favorite book because…it’s a Charlie-esque thing to say J I kind of like the style of how the story was told. I haven’t read anything written that way before (like I have never read an autobiography as well written as Roald Dahl’s was). It starts with a “Dear Friend” and ends with “Love, Charlie”. It’s very personal. I don’t think I can be that personal even if I am confident that nobody would be interested to read my journal. My style borders to being cryptic that even I could sometimes not understand the real thing behind the words I’ve penned. Charlie’s growing pains though is a bit overrated than most people I know, including myself. He’s a tough one to have gotten out of the long, dark tunnel; scathed but very much alive and resolved to “participate”. My conclusion is, “Do not over task you mind. Better yet, get involved.”

statistics, decision making...

This Stats teacher I have in Grad school this term is something . I have yet to meet him (having been absent for three consecutive meetings since classes commenced last Oct 20) but he has already impressed me.
Based on statitics, maybe he already predicted that attendance wouldn't be complete for a spell (with holidays and all) that he dispensed with the lecture and gave out an assignment instead.
What's so special with the homework is that he required it to be handwritten which is a novelty at this age. His logic is elementary but it encompasses a wide magnitude of values that students nowadays (especially with the working force) fail (or refuse) to recognize.
If I spend two hours each day writing on paper what I have managed to scour from the amazing internet, it will take me at least two days to finish. Yes, the scope is quite a lot. That, and my poor writing speed (plus the auto mode of crumpling the sheets when I make even the littlest mistake), are the deadliest combo. It's a trifle difficult even when writing on both sides of the paper.
Then, it becomes a decision between saving the trees or saving time. Sigh!