quotes

I use hate as a weapon to depend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon. — Gibran

Hot tuna salad with basil crème fraîche

Last night I was invited to a dinner party at a girlfriend’s house. I have always known that she cooks well, but to my (everybody’s) surprise, her new boy friend can cook even better! Hot tuna salad with basil crème fraîche, he called his dish. It was a very good dish! And of course I

Gifts that might keep your relationship alive!

This early morning I received a text message from a girlfriend of mine that said: “I need some tips on Valentine’s Day gifts, so, shall we do lunch tomorrow?” She thinks that I am some kind of expert in gifts, not because I AM an expert but because I have a motto in purchasing and

A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of

Oliver Twist (chapter 2, part 4/4)

It has been a long and active Saturday. It is in fact Sunday already. I am very tired and need to go to bed. But I won’t be leaving you without a good reading, of course. Let’s finish the chapter 2 of Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens and have a good night sleep for later

Will I be purchasing the iPad?

I didn’t get much sleep last night. I don’t know why. Maybe because I could hear some noises across the street until late at night from those students who always keep on partying and stay up late every Thursday night. I remember those moments when I was a student meself. Besides studying, partying was always

Frost at Midnight

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry
Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings: save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
‘Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And

Le Nozze di Figaro

Last Sunday I was at the MuziekTheater, Amsterdam’s main opera theatre to see Le Nozze di Figaro, a comic opera by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, with Italian libretto by Lorenzo Da Ponte, based on a stage comedy by Pierre Beaumarchais, La folle journée, ou le Mariage de Figaro (1784). It was a very exciting Sunday because I have never been to an