Life, As We Know It: Away from the rest

It's a cold rainy day today. Such fantastic weather to just sit back with a nice cuppa hot chocolate and relax.

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And that's exactly what I'm doing right now. Sitting at my favorite Starbucks at Rochester with my lappy, mobile phone (for watching some movies later), and a warm mug of their Signature Hot Chocolate. This place is heaven on earth for me. So near to where I live and yet...no crowd. No long snaking queues and uncomfortable left over seats. Just a wide open space where those who find this gem get to kick back and enjoy.

Beautiful colonial building set amidst lush greenery

Where your delish orders are served

The spacious second floor which also happens to be my favorite area

And these are what I had for breakfast...

Egg white, mushroom and red peppers wrap. Yummy and healthy!

And the awesome Signature Hot Chocolate that I'm still slowly savoring. Haha!

Check out the rainy outdoors from where I'm seated.

Ok the picture isn't very clear. This was taken with the Photo Booth app on my Mac.

And some camwhore pics!

I can't do too big actions coz there's a couple in front of me discussing work and I think they will snigger so...yea....

And yes as you can tell from the pictures, I desperately need a dye job. My hair looks so black everywhere! But I need suggestions for colors...Grrrr....

And it is always on such rainy days that I become all analytical and philosophical. Most people don't want to face the cruel truth of everyday life but we all have to go through it somehow. A friend of my fiancé, let's just call him Y, experienced his worst fall from grace in his 1 year plus marriage to his wife. Honestly, I don't know the couple very well but I can say I know the husband more then the wife and over the last year of hearing all the horror stories about their super rocky but uncannily steadfast relationship, I have kinda formed an impression of both parties. Both of them are really young (Y is 21/22 and his wife is 20/21?), Y is a simple but nice guy who seems to fall victim to bullying by his wife and people who are...well...let's just say intellectually more superior than him. I can't really say the same for his wife though. At least to what I have seen (from what little there is on her FB profile), and heard, she doesn't seem like a very nice person.

Which is sad because young love is suppose to be all encompassing, passionate and loving. You know that warm fuzzy feeling you get at the pit of your stomach? That butterflies in the tummy kind of feeling when two young lovers share their first kiss? Yea it's suppose to be like that. Not fighting and tearing out each other's throats all the time. This is what is happening with this young couple. Every single time I hear Y wanting to divorce his wife after some things she has done which to me aren't very nice things to do when you are already married.

But apparently things have come to a halt a couple of days ago when Y got beaten up by his FIL.

It's really really disheartening to hear that such things are happening amongst us. Who's to say what we can or cannot do anymore? When two families unite in a marriage, both sides are suppose to learn to get along and become a family unit. How can we tell our next generation that we should learn to love and respect our family when there is no hesitation in one family member hurting another? We were suppose to live in a simple world where people danced all day and laughter can be heard floating through the air. But because we want so much more out of each other, sometimes to the point of taking everything out of the other party and not being willing to give anything back, we fall prey to greediness and cause such grievous harm to someone we love without realizing it.

With Y's story, I really hope with the drawing near of the festive season, that we will all learn to live a little, give a little and love a little. Just a little bit more. I'm still learning this every day of my life.

Before I go, I shall entertain you with some past pictures of moi....