Friday, July 22, 2011

Turkish Delight*


*something you had before and you wanted it again even though you know it's wrong. practically SIN. (based from the book Narnia pt.2 by C.S. Lewis)

"What's your Turkish Delight?" my teacher asked me.
I paused there for a second and tried to process my answer for a reasonable question. My brain wont just start thinking. I said all sorts of random things that was a bit shallow for a teenager like me. No choice. I had to say it.
"Love?"
I rambled. Yes, I rambled. I didn't know what to answer. Well in fact, it was something I wanted.. again. My answer turned to be quite vague.
All the memories started to fly back right into my head --the memory of you in me.
Right, how could I immediately forget? Everything happened, well, not so long ago from now. How could I?
How could I forget the way I was in love with you? How could I forget how alluring was your devastating looks? How could I forget how endearing and charming you were? The memory of you cannot just easily escape my mind, can it?
I'll admit, I was quite infatuated by you. But how could I not be? I was indeed overwhelmed by the fact of having someone to love and care for me. But it wasn't a fact after all, it was all a fairy tale just like I see in movies. I understood that you had to leave, but you didn't even care to say "goodbye".
I can't believe how ridiculous you made me look. It turned out that I was just a piece of accessory for you. Not that I'm blaming you, but I turned my back on Him and had faith in me, only in me. I thought I didn't need Him since I had you. I thought everything was a taste of bliss but it turned out it wasn't. I learned from a big mistake, thanks to you.
Yes, I wanted all of these again and I know I'll have it in His perfect timing.
So much for my Turkish Delight.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Scathing love never existed.


Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
1 Corinthians 13:4

See? It was evidently written in the most sacred book in the world. So, why do people get so emotional that it comes to the point of committing suicide? That's just a bit accentuated. They view love as if it was excruciating. Now that is simply a saddening fact.

I feel sorry and bad for those who regret for loving. I mean, why can't they see that love is an ecstasy? Indeed, they have the wrong perception of love.

But what is it? Really. Answer? 1 Corinthians 13:4

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Gratitude of Love ♥

I'm not the kind of teenager who gets high grades, who studies everyday even though there's no test the next day.. But I'm also not the kind of a teenager who had lots of boyfriends, who drinks, who parties on Friday nights.. as a matter of fact, I haven't had a boyfriend (No Boyfriend Since Birth) and I haven't had any alcohol my entire life. OK, maybe just one sip of wine but I hardly believe that counts.
So, I think I should be thankful to my parents who raised me quite well. Both of them might not had the same treatment in their childhood, I would still call them very responsible parents. You might think that they're strict and old-fashioned, but the fact is they're not. They're like super cool! Haha.
Of course, I should be grateful to the One who gave me them.
I guess what I'm trying to say here is that you are very fortunate -no, blessed to have your parents around you. You may hate them at times but deep in your heart, you love them.
Start appreciating every thing they do for you just by saying this lovingly to them: "Thanks, mom" or "Thanks, Dad" then kiss them on the cheek. You wouldn't have any clue how appreciated they feel.