Love, Green, Neurosis

I've been wanting to ponder on the three recent books I read: Love in the Time of Cholera, It is not Easy Being Green and How to Live with a Neurotic Dog. This is the ripe time for me to do so since my insomnia has just unfortunately dawned on me. I badly want to rest this weary body of mine. The week ran along roughly; I feel I am losing weight already. Because, writing a coherent essay is an impossibility (considering my current mental status), I guess I am left without a choice but to screw my thoughts in bullets:

(1) Love in the Time of Cholera
Love can last a lifetime; but it does not stay the same. Like concrete matter, love changes its form as time goes by. Initially, couples experience eros usually in the first four months. Later, marital relationships are converted into something more filial.

Frequently, infidelity in a man results when a woman loses her youthful charm and radiance. But this does not necessarily imply that he does not love her anymore. He just became a beast that his instincts surpassed his respect for himself and his woman. Infidelity in women, on the other hand, occurs when a woman does not love her man to begin with. A woman who loves her husband will never allow other men to enter her kingdom.

Love is a fountain overflowing with joy, warmth and pleasure. When unrequited, it mutates into a crippling disease such that the victim can only wish nothing but a speedy death.

(2) It's not Easy Being Green
Honestly, I did not realize anything. I just had fun reading! :D

(3) How to Live with a Neurotic Dog
The title which could have suited me best is this: How to Live with a Neurotic Dog Owner.
I own a dog whom we christened, "Sophia", a so-called "pit bull." I have been standing as a foster mom since she was two months old (see picture). I shunned her the first time I saw her. She was ugly and hyperactive; while she remains ugly and hyperactive, one thing has changed: I love her already. My love for her bloomed by default. No one else at home was willing to spare some time to play with her. I knew that if we would abandon her and tie her in solitude, she would grow up to be like the usual ferocious and unforgiving pit bulls who gnaw kids and wrestle adults. And so, since she came, I made sure I played with her every spare second I have. I would rub her belly in the morning, rub her belly in the afternoon, rub her belly in the evening. On Saturdays, I would play fetch with her in the morning, play fetch with her in the afternoon and play fetch with her in the evening. I guess I tamed her too much; she is now too friendly she might even allow strangers to rub her belly and play fetch with her as long as they give her food!











My brother, on the other hand, owns a chihuahua-spitz hybrid named Julia (which he abandoned). Being a toy dog, Julia is supposed to have the liberty of being able to display her long, thick, snow-white fur inside the house so that everyone can see. Unfortunately, now, like the pit bull, Sophia, she is tied outside. My brother, because as I have said, he abandoned Julia, failed to teach her where to poo. She has to stay outside for practicality's sake.

I did not wink when my brother abandoned Julia. She is too cute to be feared. Unlike Sophia whose canines are around 2cm long, Julia, apparently has false dog teeth which are merely 5mm. Cats won't even care.