is not about a new balisxx missxles test nor about re-activation of its nuclear reactor... nor about it rejoining the six-party negotiation table (fat hope!)...
What is it about then?
It is about the FIRST ITALIAN RESTAURANT OPENS IN PYOXGYXXG!
Take a look at the delectable pizzas and pastas serving up onto its dining tables:
http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2009-04/28/content_11274872_4.htm
Taste? Hopefully one of its customers will blog about it or give the restaurant a food critic review on North Korea's http://www.cityweekend.com.cn/ equivalent soon.
2009-04-29
2009-04-25
Nothing ever comes easy...
I think about my granny every now and then. When I walk home from work... when I lay awake in bed... when I see elderly people. I dream of her in what I think quite often too.
I miss her and I owe her alot. I can never forget the day when she carried a feverish me on her bent back, climbed the seemingly insurmountable stairs of the overhead brigde, and eventually got me to the doctor. I wonder how she is doing at the otherly world.
I had never done enough for her and I do not have the chance to do so anymore either. But if i were to be given another chance again, I quite believe that I will make the same mistake still.
I assess myself as someone who doesn't really know how to value kinship. I live by my very rigid set of principles that are paramount to all relationships, it seems.
Thou needs to be fair, I always say. And yet, there is no fairness when it comes to relationships. How can one be objective when it comes to his/her own kind? Worse, what if one is torn between two of his/her own kinds?
The web of relationships is always changing, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Sometimes the threads get stronger, sometimes they just snap off. Just let them be and let nature take its course.
If granny is still around, what will she say to me?
I miss her and I owe her alot. I can never forget the day when she carried a feverish me on her bent back, climbed the seemingly insurmountable stairs of the overhead brigde, and eventually got me to the doctor. I wonder how she is doing at the otherly world.
I had never done enough for her and I do not have the chance to do so anymore either. But if i were to be given another chance again, I quite believe that I will make the same mistake still.
I assess myself as someone who doesn't really know how to value kinship. I live by my very rigid set of principles that are paramount to all relationships, it seems.
Thou needs to be fair, I always say. And yet, there is no fairness when it comes to relationships. How can one be objective when it comes to his/her own kind? Worse, what if one is torn between two of his/her own kinds?
The web of relationships is always changing, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Sometimes the threads get stronger, sometimes they just snap off. Just let them be and let nature take its course.
If granny is still around, what will she say to me?
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