by Phan Su Ming
As time passes by, we tend to take loads and loads of things for granted.
Especially in love. Why?
It may be due to the fact that we are being taken care of and being loved,
being pampered…and everything lovely.
Just like the movie, Moulin Rouge…once there is
TRUTH - from words spoken
BEAUTY - from within
FREEDOM - being able to choose to be together
then, comes LOVE which is priceless and unconditional.
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness,
Knowledge,and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings
that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.
Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost
sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat.
Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t.
There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel,
“Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you Love. You are all wet and might
damage my boat.” Vanity answered.
There was once a guy who suffered from cancer… a
cancer that can’t be treated. He was 18 years old and
he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in
his house being taken cared by his mother. He never
went outside but he was sick of staying home and
wanted to go out for once.
So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He
walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He
passed a CD store and looked through the front door
for a second as he walked.
He stopped and went back to look into the store. He
saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love
at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not
looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and
closer until he was finally at the front desk where
she sat.
It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby 7-11. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. I walked up to her and said, “You shouldn’t come see me anymore,” and stuff like how we shouldn’t be together.
She said, “I miss you.”
I told her coldly, “Lets go, I’ll take you home.”
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, “Open up your umbrella, let’s go.”
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn’t eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart, “No!”
It’s long but worth reading
I cried for my brother 6 times……
I was born in a secluded village of a mountain. Days by days my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs facing the sky.
I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than me. Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around me seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. Father known about it right away.
He made my younger brother and me kneeled against the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand.
“Who stole the money?” he asked.
I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn’t hear any of us admit, so he said, “Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!”
He lifted up the bamboo stick.
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