Goodbye, so long, farewell

My dear fishy died sometime this weekend and Bertrand found his body this evening. I came downstairs and Bertrand said, "Kimmy, I have some bad news..." Fishy has been my friend for the past 2 years living in a bowl on my desk. He was always there to welcome me home from school and work and always there to keep me company while I studied. He flared up when I held a mirror to the bowl to show his pretty fins. He was a good fishy.

Give and take

My friends had their traditional Vietnamese engagement ceremony this past Saturday. It was a big ordeal with plenty of people, food, and music. It was sweet seeing a couple, especially two friends, so in love. After the ceremony and during the reception, the groom-to-be got up on stage to sing a song to his new fiance. In the middle of singing his song, amongst the cheers of the rest of us, he decided to show off and started spinning his microphone. The end of the microphone went flying across the room while he stood there embarrassed and holding the cord. He climbed down, picked up the microphone, plugged it back in and continued singing to her as if nothing had happened only hoping to please her. Although it took awhile for the crowd to stop laughing, it was still very sweet that he was willing to put himself out there and even embarrass himself for her.

At church yesterday, one of the pastors told a story about how before getting married to his wife, he had some concerns about how he felt that he might be losing some of the love that he shared with his parents in speaking Chinese with them after he married his girlfriend. Since his girlfriend was Caucasion and he was Chinese, he figured that would be the thing that would make or break their relationship. When he told her this, he said that her face lit up and she said, 'Oh, that's not a problem, I'll just learn Chinese!' Learn Chinese? He said for the next couple of years she took classes and practiced hard so that now, when they are with his family, they can still speak primarily Chinese, which to that family is their 'love language'.

Love is pretty cool.

I'm falling apart

My body is failing on me piece by piece. I shouldn't even be typing right now since I decided earlier this week that I wouldn't use the computer at night since I use it all day long. My wrists have been hurting me and my back has also been acting up on me. I came home for dinner tonight with my visiting aunt, uncles, and cousin and one of my uncles generously gave me an accupressure massage. Ahhh, all I need now is a hot cup of tea and my cozy bed to rest my weary body.