Love to me is about being near to the heart and yet far from being fully describable. If you somehow managed to fully describe your love, it only goes to show how limited of it that you have… Poor you…
Nevertheless, for the purpose of fulfilling the love of blogging friendship aka a contest initiated by Cik Peah, here is an attempt to describe what love is by narrowing the scope of love to a predetermined time of about 8 hours during a day of my life…
Here goes the love story…
Love to me is about having to wake up early in the morning just to leave my loved ones behind and go to a dreaded place where the majority of the inhabitants have almost everything but love. For love, I have to be at a place where people who love to talk more can work less and get lovely perks…
You know where that is…
And then, I would spend lovely hours reading the alphabets that have been put together and some of those that have been fused to many sheets of papers, covering the aging of my otherwise, lovely desk…
And later on, love to me is about making the sadistic decision to join the madness of the evening Klang Valley traffic with the singular aim of being back with the loved ones.
Only love can make me do all that…
Ok! Enough love already for now…
Those who want to join this, please visit Cik Peah! The more the lovelier!
P/s:
This was composed under the intoxication brought by too much of chicken mandy. So, excuse me if it seems pointless while meeting the requirements in full…
Ouch! I was watching the American Idol a few days back and they were doing the Rolling Stones stuffs. Suddenly, it reminded me to one of the songs that I used to listen to a lot during my first few months living in the US… Agak agak jiwang la zaman tuh… Well, it has got nothing to do with Rolling Stones though… It’s just about some of those good old years memories…
Enjoy Love Bites by Def Leppard.
If you’ve got love in your sights
Watch out, love bites
When you make love, do you look in the mirror?
Who do you think of?
Does he look like me?
Do you tell lies?
And say that it’s forever?
Do you think twice, or just touch and see?
Ooh babe
Oh yeah
When you’re alone, do you let go?
Are you wild and willin’, or is it just for show?
Ooh C’mon
I don’t wanna touch you too much baby
‘Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don’t wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!
Chorus
(Love bites, love bleeds)
It’s bringin’ me to my knees
(Love lives, love dies)
It’s no surprise
(Love begs, love pleads)
It’s what I need
When I’m with you, are you somewhere else?
Am I gettin’ thru or do you please yourself?
When you wake up, will you walk out?
It can’t be love if you throw it about
Ooh babe
I don’t wanna touch you too much baby
‘Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
Oh
Chorus
(Love bites, love bleeds)
It’s bringin’ me to my knees
(Love lives, love dies)
It’s no surprise
(Love begs, love pleads)
It’s what I need
(Guitar Solo)
Oh yeah!
I don’t wanna touch you too much baby
‘Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don’t wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!
(Love bites, love bleeds)
It’s bringin’ me to my knees
(Love lives, love dies)
(Love bites, love bleeds)
It’s bringin’ me to my knees
(Love lives, love dies)
It’s no surprise
(Love begs, love pleads)
It’s what I need
If you’ve got love in your sights
Watch out, love bites
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year – old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
“We must do something about father,” said the son.
“I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the
floor.”
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly,
“What are you making?”
Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
“Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life..” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.
Love to me is about being near to the heart and yet far from being fully describable. If you somehow managed to fully describe your love, it only goes to show how limited of it that you have… Poor you…
Khidhir
Lauren
FiSh
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