My Untouchable Chocolate Girl...

If you noticed the surveys I did on the side panels, I believe they are simply rubbish. There are so many other factors to consider and their answers are very bias. It is not Asian inclined and unrealistic. I guess it is just to kill time.

During my jog yesterday, I was thinking of a few stuff... Many things cannot be solved with mere discardings. But I've made a few decisions that might make some impact on me. Hopefully it will make good comings... Sometimes I hate to see people around me get affected by my sensitive issues. It seems like I can't handle my own problems at all when I'm actually handling them.

Chocolate girl chocolate girl... So sweet, so guillible, so smooth on the edges, yet it can't be touched. It is priceless, a work of art from the angels, meant to be displayed by the glass window. Like a young boy staring the whole afternoon at the display window, hoping that the chocolate girl would talk to him and play with him. Yet he is a mere boy, lost in his town, in the society that sees him as a nuisance brat. This little boy clinched his hands very hard, trying to hide his feelings in his heart and act brave in front of the people around him. He knows that if he were to burst out crying, nobody, absolutely no one would give him the slightest respect at all, not even the title of "nuisance brat". He would be a 'nothing', a 'useless nothing'. So he holds back everything and closes his eyes, gritting his teeth as hard as he can. Suddenly, he heard a soothing voice... "Don't cry little boy, you have a long way to go. Life is not as bad it seems, you have a healthy body, fight for what you believe. Without you, there may not even be a 'brat' in this society at all. You are unique. Don't let your sufferings get the best of you. Fight for what/who you love... Take care little boy..." The boy opens his eyes widely and looked in front of him. The chocolate girl is gone... He looked around for her to catch the last glimpse of her but to no avail. He went into the shop and asked the shop keeper where 'she' went to and all he got for the answer was, "sold out".

Little boy, little boy, left alone in this world. The only hope to live with his chocolate girl, crumbled and blown away... He never forgets what 'she' told him in his thoughts. In fact, he continues to be strong to continue looking for her again.

This story isn't adapted from anywhere, it just came to my mind and I thought of typing it down. But the next section is something Adriane passed to me to see. It's something about love advice and well, though it's not something pleasant yet it's something meaningful. I think it would good to share it with everyone:

The Mysterious Thing Called ‘LOVE’…

If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn’t choose to rest in the other person’s heart.

If you find someone else in love with you and you don’t love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage; do not cause pain.

If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame; let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.

Remember that you don’t choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can. There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.

The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away. Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe or coerce it, or reason it into saying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.

Love has always been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.

“If you want to be happy, be.”

Adapted from Ariane(not the real writter)

In deep thoughts
The Mixed Boy