Love hurts?

Hurting has always been an inherent part of loving. What's ironic is they're inseparable – I mean, hurting and loving.

That is simply how things work in life.
We cannot love without hurting, and it is impossible to be loved without being hurt in the process.
What matters is not how much we love and get hurt, but how much we can TRY to withstand both facets and actually DO withstand them regardless of the season.

It's undeniable that love and hurt are interdependent. When love is present, pain is non-elusive. Just as fire and heat, they go hand-in-hand. When fire burns, the heat hurts. But what happens when you've acclimated?

Mother Teresa once said, "... if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." In other words, what happens when we make love a routine? What happens when we've become accustomed to loving? Will we still feel the hurt?

I'd say yes, however, it won't be as harsh as the first experience. In the end, it's hurt that makes love stronger. When a knife is honed on a regular basis, it will indubitably be sharper each time. Love is a knife that gets refined by the sharpening hurt.

I would deem it implausible to love without hurting. To love is to be vulnerable to all kinds of pain. To love without pain is unthinkable. Love hurts. But that's just the way it is.



From a girl whose love has been hurt,
H.

A toast to the end

It's finally over. After months long of perpetrating name-calling and back-stabbing attacks, it has reached an agreeable appeasement. Apologies have been made and history is long gone, six feet under. I just hope that all this will merely be part of a petty past we will never have to recount or recollect. And I hope that we go our separate paths, wishing each other the best possible for whatever may come in our lives.

Forgive, forget, never look back.

Cheers,
to acquaintances.

Just this once

We would do anything for love.
You would do anything
I, for love,
Would.

You simply can't explain the feeling.
It's not that simple.
It's not a feeling.
Not an emotion,
either
At least I don't think so.

How were we last month? 6 months ago? 2 years ago?
We have something distinct to ourselves that no one else can have.

We know who each other is.
You know me, I know you.
KNOW me and you.
And I mean, KNOW.

And that's all that matters. Right? :-)


*Crazilyinlovewithyouasalways*

INDONESIA: Mission Trip 2011 Day III (iii)

Here is the third (last) part of the mission series numero trois! I'm sorry it's been so long since I last posted the previous episode of my mission trip series. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the following post :-).

Click here for pt. i
Click here for pt. ii

Part iii

After Malanggaten, we visited an orphanage called "Anak Seribu Pulau" in Karanganyar, Surakarta, which is also one of the constituents of Ibu Mary's organization, Yayasan Nafiri Kasih (YANAKA). Before I even got out of the car when we arrived, this one particular child was standing near the car and said, "Halo, kakak." At first I could not recall who he was by looking at his face. I then spotted Moris and was reminded of the children I had met at the kindergarten school, Tunas Bangsa, in Pucang Sawit. Apparently some of the kids at Tunas Bangsa live in the orphanage. I was beyond thrilled to see them again!
At the orphanage, there were many kids. What struck me was the fact that a portion of these children still have parents; they just aren't here or are unable to take care of them, mostly due to harsh financial circumstances. It was truly amazing and a humbling experience to witness their mundane living environment, yet these children are living with such zeal, joy, and happiness. Not to mention they looked very healthy and well-fed. By visiting these places, God opened up my heart and mind to realize that I have a passion for children, indeed.

Visit Anak Seribu Pulau blog here!

CARTER, MY LOVE.

High school. What comes to mind when you hear those words? For some people (like myself), high school was a fun, transitional time where transformations occurred. Amidst the stress of homework, exams, and university acceptances, it was the best 4 years of my life.

Memorable highlights:

• Carter auditions
• REHEARSALS (sleeping during rehearsals for me)
• CONCERTS, CONCERTS, CONCERTS
• Honour rolls
• Volunteer hours
• Kiwanis festivals
• Missa Gaia
• Uniforms
• Lunch group
• Korean
• Brebeuf boys
• And just boys in general (obsession + infatuation)
• 53 Steeles bus
• Finch station
• North York library
• BORANGE, APPLE, BANANA (hahahaha)
• National anthems at Raptors game
• Vocal class + exams
• Mr. Hauser and Mr. Huang
• Ms. Hickey
• Mr. Doherty
• Spirit Assemblies
• Civvies days
• Peer helping
• 30 hour famine
• Summer school at Brebeuf :P
• Julia's summer backyard parties
• Birthday parties
• Braces (both for teeth and knee)
• Kneecap dislocation
• Hence, crutches + cast
• PROM!!!!!!!!
• And last but not least, GRADUATION!!!!

These are only some bullet points among many others.

Hazel, Augusta, Jenny

Me with my knee brace

Proceed to more pictures (click on the link below)