It’s been brought to my attention that 90% of you people who access this site are looking for Cox. =)))) I don’t blame you. It’s natural to want and love Cox.

Anyhow… To my great desperation, I have seen the last of Cox a few days ago. I’m done with the 7th season. Of course I didn’t catch the first 10 episodes of the first season and will probably get back to them real soon, but the fact that I’m done with the series until they shoot new episodes (which will get on DVD or on TV here in about a thousand years) scares me.

What will I be doing without Cox? What mind distraction will I find? Where will life lead me? For the past two months or so there hasn’t been an evening without Cox. Not one.

I got most scared when I finished watching  Scrubs – “My Princess”.  And speaking of Princesses, I’m sure y’all know these next videos, created by the authors of South Park, which are dead funny and it’s a shame they haven’t continued.  The first one can be found here. And the second one here.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you though, if you’re under the legal age or don’t like the genre, they might be considered rude.

And as we’re on the fuhnee subject, one comedian I truly like is Pablo Francisco. Strongly recommended.

So, what can I say… Next week I’m going back “home”, I don’t know for sure if I’ll make it public around here, that’s all I had to say about it… But I’m really excited and can’t wait. I really miss you baby. Miss the streets, the smells, the “love is all around me” feeling, the parties, the hot faces, the whole shabang. CANNOT WAIT! “Birds flying high, you know how I feel…”

As for the Cox… LOL I will miss you, dr. Cox. There are few things which can make a day end better than one of your rants. You are a true hero and mentor and would like to thank whoever wrote Scrubs for creating such an amazing character.

In time I have learnt to accept your wife too, because the relationship changed in such a way that it became tolerable if not likeable. And I wasn’t going to quit on my favourite doctor for such a minor thing. I also appreciate that in time you have started to integrate the moments of loving weakness into your pitbull like character and they didn’t seem awkward anymore (just my opinion: Probably at some point the audience thought the doctor was far too much of a pitbull and the producers decided to get him back with his wife and show a more or less soft side too. Which was intially extremely awkward, but then they made it work). Truth is, I’d love to have a relationship like yours and Jordans. It is hawt.

I have a friend who suggests I’m not like you (although she later said I’m half like you ) and who has a totally different opinion of your actions than I do. See… She thinks you’re the doctor with the kindest heart in the whole Sacred Heart. She also believes you care about everyone and the fact that you try and help everyone isn’t a question of satisfying your huge ego which likes to be thanked.

I think you are amazing. I think you are a hero (yes, redundant). I thank you for making some of my time so lovely. I believe you are incredibly brilliant and the best doctor around. I would gladly have you yell at me when I screw up and make fun of me all day long. And so many other things.

I don’t believe you’re the doctor with the kindest heart around, I think you were a very good person, but, like many of us, have turned into a pitbull to cut down on the suckers. I appreciate and respect that.

Maybe we should all have a dr. Cox in our lives. He is absolutely awesome, in every single way. So… Long live dr. Cox. I sincerely hope they’ll decide to run the series for a long time to come and not end it like Seinfeld. It’s indeed great to end whilst you’re ahead, but it’s probably better to end when you really don’t have anything left to say.

So here’s to you Dr. Cox! You will be missed! And to all of you guys in Scrubs. But again, most of it to Dr. Cox who tops you all.  But to all you guys too. Love y’all!

I like people who will fight to death for what they want and/or for what they think to be right. I like archangels and I’m a sucker for heroes and glory. Total sucker for “the man”, “the woman”, “the ONE”, “Neo”.

And I know I recently wrote that maybe it’s time to be less unique and more the same, but today I’m giving in to the adrenaline rush and the “opposite effect” (that thing about opposites giving contrast to each other).

I have no idea why I’m writing this. Whenever I write I search for answers for my questions and guidance towards my truth. Right now I should be searching for an answer to why I like such people. But I really don’t care about the reason. I just like them… So this is like an homage…

To De Niro’s character in “Men of Honor”.

To all vigilantes out there, such as Mr. Madsen in “Vengeance Unlimited”…

(…) And Jodie Foster in “The brave one”

To all people who break the rules in a good way and to those who stick to the rules and vows and honor.

To those who stand “where the eagles fly” and lift themselves up where they belong.

To all people who protect other souls.

To Brad Pitt in Fight club (although he was kind of cuckoo) and to Angelina Jolie (just for being herself).

To all men and women who find power through sexuality.

To all the brave knights and Robin Hoods out there.

To John Malkovich in “Dangerous Liaisons” and “Rounders”.

To Christian Bale who is a monument of power and cockiness in most of his flicks, not to mention that he’s as gorgeous and hawt as someone can possibly be. M-wow!

To my lovely Benton Fraser, in Due South (my top role model).

To Dr. Cox, who’s still a hero and one cocky doctor too, lol.

And to the gorgeous and feared Stormie in Monk’s “Shootout in Taos”.

To the ones who can concentrate for hours… Also the ones who have frozen their feelings… But most of all to the ones who love like they’ve never been hurt, for they do exist. And they’re either masochists or some of the bravest people I know.

And most of all to my dad who was the strongest person I’ve ever met. God bless you, dearest!

To all of them I bow (as Elvis would say it, “to such a man I’d bow”) and wish I were more like them. Thank you for raising my dreams up high, “where the eagles fly”, and being part of my life!

p.s. One of my most intimate wishes is to reach out my hand to someone, as a firefighter perhaps, and say “Gimme your hand, ma’am!” To all of them I bow.

The Navy Diver is not a fighting man, he is a salvage expert. If it is lost underwater, he finds it. If it’s sunk, he brings it up. If it’s in the way, he moves it. If he’s lucky, he will die young, 200 feet beneath the waves, for that is the closest he’ll ever get to being a hero.

(to quote a dear old friend though… “Adios… For now.”)