Love????

Love, really????

In the middle of the whole drinking experience on the other night (yeah right, like that was the first :p), I realise what is really important in my life. It might sound cheesy, especially since it comes from me, a person that literally (yes, literally!), push people away just for the sake of nothing (mmm.. I made myself sounds so bitchy here).

Back into the track, I realise that I still need love..
Geez, I can't believe I just said that! In any other chance I would totally erase or just (pretend to) forget about this, but since it's the biggest enlightment (ever! :p), I would just have to humbly accept it.

Yes, I do need love. And I can't believe how I actually crave for it.
Damn, this is such a revelation and embarassement for me to admit, so please just bear with it, for my sake at least!

In order to let myself fully grasp what actually happened just now, I won't share the details. Sorry folks, I know how you love those juicy details, but I am not ready to make a confession, not just yet :)

But one thing that I can assure you of, I will try my best from now on not to mock on other people's opinion anymore on how they feel about love, no matter how ridiculous I think they are or were.

I guess love touches people in a weird strange way in any possible time.
In my case, it was so sudden. Come on, in a middle of a drinking time? People would just say that I was drunk!

Love does has its own way.. one thing or another..

One big happy family

Daddy: Darin - African American
Mommy: Marilyn - White American
1st daughter: Arma (ME!) - Indonesian (no, it's not in Africa! it's one of the South East Asian countries, in case u're wondering where it is. Remember Bali? Bali is one of its provinces, not the other way around!)
2nd daughter: Injy - Egyptian (no, she has no relation with Cleopatra)
3rd daughter: Sam - German/Azerbaijani (her natural family is from Azerbaijan but she has lived in Germany since God knows when)

Those people are my family in NYC.

Unlike the conventional wisdom, people really are able to go along together nicely and become a family, despite the various background (ras, religion, country, education, etc). Luckily, we are all able to converse well in the same language, English. I guess this make things a bit easier, if not messier.

Let's not get carried away with the differences. Back to what I said earlier, these people are my new family. It was partly coincidence in the beginning although I won't say that I didn't see it coming. It was started as a joke when we were on the way back to NY from DC after the tiring yet eventful End of Stay Orientation. Me, Injy and Sam (sat on the back seat) were very annoyed with Darin & Marilyn for they keep changing lanes and radio channels. Yeah, it felt like a family trip somehow! I don't quite remember who initiated it but soon we started to call each other as mom, dad, and sisters. It was so outrageously funny that we kept on doing it even when we were around other people. Of course, that deserves some stares and we accepted them merrily :)

Since then, we got along even better! We shared a lot of fun.. shared a lot of laughters.. shared a lot of fun.. shared a lot of laughters.. Yeeep, you did read them over and over, because we did had A LOT OF FUN AND LAUGHTERS together!

Ups and downs together, just like a real family. What the hell am I talking about, they ARE my family. One big weird happy family and am so glad that I'm a part of it!

My two sisters unfortunately went back to their countries last week, leaving me sad and a bit lonely in this never-sleep-city. Soon, in a few days, I will fly back to France leaving my adopted mommy & daddy with their queerness alone :D

This writing is dedicated for my weird yet happy family. Hope our paths will cross again in the future, someway.. somehow..

Love you mom, love you dad, love you Injy, love you Sam!

Have you ever (romantically) loved more than one person at the same time?

A friend of mine asked me on the other day:
Have you ever (romantically) loved more than one person at the same time?

Curious on what inflicted her to ask such question, me being me of course probed her with various questions. Turned out that this friend of mine has been in love with 3 people during the same period of time. And it is still going strong at this moment, the love for every single one of them.

Is it really possible? All this time, I always thought that love has its own preference. You can love some people at the same time, but it will surely not be at the same degree of affection. Even parents, who supposedly have this unconditional love for their children, have their own favorites (although by all means they will not admit it!).

Yet, she seems to believe that her love is divided equally among her lovers. The question she threw is still there, up in the air. Every now and then it will come down and tickle my mind forcing me to stop doing whatever I am doing and encourage me to wonder on the possibilities.

I must admit that I am intrigued.. And still wondering..

Maybe someone would be able to help me with this??

Anyone??? Heeeeeeeeeeeeelllpppp..!!

OMG

OMG! I have abandoned this blog for God knows when!

I remember that I promised myself to write twice a week minimum. But somehow I managed to go back to the old habit, lazy & forgetful. I guess it's true, old habit dies hard..

Alrite then, from now on, I am going to try to hold myself from making empty promises. And I promise to put the alarm as a reminder of blogging time. (heh? Didn't I just said that I am not going to make empty promises? I should've known myself better! :P)

What made me here again? Today, I was browsing my friend's profile in Facebook (yes people, I do procrastinate by facebooking) when suddenly my eyes saw a glimpse of a blog address among those jumbling words in contact info section. Yes, it hit me, I felt guilty as charged that I immediately opened my blog. Of course, after several attempts of password. (yeah, serves me right! hahahha..)

So here I am now, in the office, in New York City, blogging instead of working.