Overdued Love

The past week, I've been mourning so much I can't find anything nice to write. And I definitely don't want to whine & whine on my blog. But, as a wise ass said one time: nothing last forever, including life, or in this case, health. And life goes on. I'm sure that's what Coki wants me to do.

I walked to the post office today and find that the ambiance started to feel autumn-y. I love the feeling. I love fall of all season and the weather was getting a bit nippy. Goody, I just bought myself a nice pashmina that would go well with the weather. People start wearing clothes again. Yeah, real clothes. Man, I'm gonna miss Chicago if I ever have to leave. I can't tell you guys anything just yet because I might jinx it. But... yeah... I might have to leave Chicago.

But, meanwhile, back on my story, it was just a lovely day. I passed by a small park on my way to the post office and I saw some couples were hanging out, many of them are grandmas & grandpas. I'm really into old grandmas & grandpas spending time / walking together holding hand. Don't they just give you the warmest feeling? For me, it gives me proves that true love does exist, and doesn't fade away, it might evolve, it won't fade. You see, someone scared me one time about a theory he got from his psychology professor that stated that love fades away in two years. That after that period of time, just the feeling of love is going to be substituted with something else, some enzym or hormon or chemical in our brain (which I forget what). It has seriously freaked me out.

I'm not into corny stuffs. Poetry or singing under my window is absolutely unnecessary. But there have got to be something, a sign or anything that shows me that Mr. Right is right after 2-year. Also that he cares and does love me and will love me after 2-year period of time.
And after that 2-year period of time, if people still want to get married, they are not geting married for insurance or to have a 'roomate' or because he/she is used to someone, or to have someone taking care of you & cook for you or buy you diamonds and roundtrip ticket to the whole continent of Europe for all I care.

Am I naive for wanting that?

Just like Carrie (sex and the City) said on her last episode "I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. "

Yeah.... uh-huh, that’s more like it.

Goodbye Note to Coki

My sweet white furry love,
I'm sorry I wasn't there today to hold your cute little paws for the last time.
But at least, the last time I came, I said goodbye before I left, unlike the time before when I just sprinted out without a kiss goodbye.
Be happy, wherever you are.
I hope you have all-you-can-eat pedigree food.
and some soft pillows just the way you like it.
And noone touches your back, because I know you hate it.
I'm glad you're no longer ill.
I hope you love your new set of wings and find a way to visit me, who miss you already, once in a while.
Once in a dream.
Once in a blue moon.

Happy Friday!

Friday!
I love Friday!
The whole week I've been telling myself that I should: do the laundry, go the the gym downstairs, read my oracle bible, and install so many software I can't even keep track of them right now.
But instead, I sit here, blogging & eating whipped cream.
What a stepback.
I've got to tell you, the workout room is seriously just an elevator-button push away. But, nope. I'm not going there tonight.
Hey, it's Friday after all
Oh and by the way, I saw an ad of Britney Spears new perfume. Man,...she truly is a business woman, I wonder what she'll sell next.

Marvin Gaye VS. Suicide Bombing

No matter how far you are from home. Home is home.
And no matter how you love your new home, old home brings back irreplaceable memories. Don't you think? And I happen to have very fiiiine memories of my old home.
I just got the news a few days ago, It was on CNN.com. There was another suicide bomb in my hometown.
I mean, what the heck?!?!?!
I'm not writing this trying to finger-point anything, anybody or any kind of situation. I'm not a politic expert, religion expert. I'm not even a devoted newspaper reader. I read newspaper to see the entertainment columns, or to find recipes (and not ashamed of it, so don't start on that one).
But it was painful to see that happen. A friend forwarded pictures of the tragedy. And, let just say, I don't want to be graphical about it.
However, my whole family live there, my dad use that route often times. Even I used that route almost everyday on my way back home from campus, and later on, on my way back from some webmaster course that I took.

I'm not gonna be analytical about the whole situation, but here's my two cents:

A mother died instantly when she was waiting (with her five year-old daughter) to get into the Australian Embassy. The little girl survived, though. But she's on critical condition, and was fled to Singapore for further treatment. Now, tell me, where's the noble deed in bombing yourself when this is the result? And that's just one of the stories I heard so far.
The morning after, I called home just to make sure that my family was doing okay. It was so weird to hear my mom talking that day. She was so calm. We talked about many other stuffs and she only mentioned little of the bomb. I was heartbroken. Heartbroken because of the fact that my family has grown so much anticipation on this kind of terror that it no longer shakes them to the core. They are used to live in such terror & insecurity and just carry on with their life. How sad is that? Living here, in my own little world. Everything seems okay, I wish more than anything that I can share my peace of mind with them.

I love Marvin Gaye, some of his songs are mighty fine. There's this one song 'What's Going On'. I think we all should listen to it and really think about the message. " We don't need to escalate, War is not the answer, For only love will conquer hate".