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Love. There are varied perceptions of what love really is. It is said to be the greatest of all passions. It can cure all wounds of hatred. Plato stated, “At the touch of love, everyone’s become a poet”. Virgil on the other hand declared, “Love conquers all”.

Oftentimes there are these questions that make me ponder. I always ask myself, “What is the real meaning of love? What do people get from falling in love?” Time passed by, from my childhood to adolescence, I felt this rare kind of feeling which made me short of breath, gave me clammy palm and butterflies in my stomach. “Is this love?” I asked myself. There are still things bothering me about it. They say love can do anything, it can make the impossible attainable, it can make everything be united, and it conquers all, but why did it make my tears fall? If it is a good thing, why do people get hurt and cry?

Yes, I did cry because of love. I loved someone and gave my very best to let him see the pureness of my intention. But he just made me cry and hurt me for his wrong reasons. I can still remember the odd feeling as he stepped out of my door. He has not loved me to make him stand what he truly felt. My great love for him put me in depression. I was bordered by the chilling moment of grief and sorrow. I felt darkness engulfing my whole being. I really hate that sensation.

PEACE and ACCEPTANCE. I had burdened myself long enough so I asked these things from our Lord God. I know the only way to forget is to accept and be at peace to let the footprints of the past be blown by the wind of time.

Days, weeks, months had passed. How soon time flies! I had escaped from emotional trap. This weak heart of mine had recovered in its perfect time. No more tears, no more wounds, no more pain.

After all the things that happened I still believe in the saying that love can cure all wounds of hatred. That’s why here I go again, I have opened the door of my heart to someone who knocked at my spirit when I was down. I have started to fall so deep in love again. I can feel again this rare kind of energy and happiness. His gestures of love, his sweet and touching words make me feel overwhelmed. I love him so much. It seems like I love again for the first time. With him, time is too precious and I’d love to do more worthwhile things in every second of my life.

By these experiences of mine, little by little I have discovered the meaning of love and its essence. I’m not so sure if my perception of it is just the same as with other people’s perception of love. But I can say that love is a passion which visits people’s hearts more than once in their lives. It should be given importance for it gives us inspiration, and fulfillment, knowing that someone loves, cares and thinks of us. But this thing is also unpredictable. We will never know where it can lead us once we follow it. For we people always try to find it but still we can never fit. We sometimes tend to cry and get sick out of loving. Memories of it will keep on pouring, and these will linger from our days of youth to our years of senility. We may feel it again and again for it is a tireless habit, though it gives pain we can’t resist it and it really needs a hundred tablets of patience to meet its real essence.

Posted Jan 28, 12

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Posted Nov 16, 10 #formspring.me

PostScript to a Bloodbath at Quirino Grandstand

lovelycharmaine:

fastbreakplays29:

This is from someone by the name of Bang Lu Min who commented on the yahoo article. I got excited to post this that I accidentally closed the browser. You see, I’ve been waiting for some survivors to open up and apparently, one has posted his/her view on the comments.

If you ask me, I think this is true. If you follow the situation, the comment is quite accurate. The slashing of the throat is also there. 

Postcripts To A BloodBath

Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza’s hands.

The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn’t listen so he used us to get everyone’s attention. > See? It’s really sad and frustrating how people quickly judged Mr. Mendoza. :((

Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn’t see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn’t understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head.

Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate.

I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don’t matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth.

Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It’s like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang. I know I will survive,

I will come home.

Bang Lu Min
Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath

Source:

http://supersawsaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/postscript-to-bloodbath-at-quirino.html

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If only every science in the world could be applied to everything, then:

PHYSICS could explain why we “fall”
in love with someone without being affected
by “gravity”.

LOGIC could give us the “reason”
why we can’t get someone we really wanted

CHEMISTRY could help us find
our “perfect combination”

ANA&PHYSIO could show us how to
“locate” the scars in our “heart”

and probably,

PHARMACOLOGY could teach us how to
formulate a “potent analgesic’ so we
could not feel the pain again..

-web

Posted Jun 9, 10

A cute story:

a boy is planning to ask his autistic gf
her hand for a marriage..

being her usual self,
jolly and childish,
she was asked by the guy.
“will you marry me?”

the girl just laughed and looked at the guy
and said:
“are you crazy?
all i ever wanted is to marry spongebob.”

disappointed, he looked at the girl and cried.

the girl seeing his tears,
wiped them and asked..

“would you be my spongebob?”

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CHANCE or CHOICE?

When you meet the right person to love, at the right place, at the right time, that’s a chance. When you meet someone your attracted to, that’s a chance too. Being caught that there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, richer than your mate just the same, that’s a choice.
Attraction comes to us by chance. But true love is truly a choice.
Think: “Fate brings people together, but its still up to you to make it happen. We meet someone by chance, but loving and staying with that someone is a choice..

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