Friday, 26 June 2009

• Chapter 2: Loving

  To read Part 1, go here
  
  It's been a week since I managed to get out for my usual walk in the blissful woodland near our home. The weather had been wet and breezy for a few days, and so when I last visited the ancient forest, the river had burst it's banks and it left large swathes of the woodland under water. The last few days have been absolutely serene spring days, with bright sunshine and crisp gentle breezes... so I stirred myself this morning and got myself out for my woodland walk. However, this time I brought along my pet dogs, Bud and Cherry!

  

  
  

  There they are cuddling with each other during one of their nap times. They're twins actually. I got the both of them as a gift for my 13th birthday when they were only 2 months old. Well, my aunt knew I yearned to own pet dogs and so she bought them for me. They'll sleep by my bedside every night. On some mornings I'll wake up to them licking my face or just wetting the bed on really bad mornings.
  

  And so as we walked deeper into the woodland, memories started to fill my head. Somewhere towards the north of this woodland was a small residential area which includes 3 or 4 houses clumped beside one another. We used to stay with my Auntie every Christmas, in her enormous old Queenslander. Equally enormous was her backyard, with a giant oak tree as its centre-piece. We used to play in its branches when we were kids, pretending it was our secret hide-out from whatever bad guys we were dreaming up at the time. Those branches were like elephant tusks, strong and far-reaching over the tall long grass. Inside the house there was a spacious kitchen and living room, a large TV room, five bedrooms and two bathrooms and all this for a woman who for most of the year lived alone. Ahh, good times good times.

  Anyways, the walk was sure rejuvenating. The three of us soaked in the richness and 'freshness' of everything Mother Nature had to offer. Well, I'm not going to describe the things we saw because most likely you would have been to any nature reserve or garden and yea, I don't think this differs much from yours. (Well as far as I believe...) Nonetheless, it's been rather warm the past few days. I guess global warming's taking its toll on us living in the country where there's not much shelter outside, just rich green fields without towering buildings and skyscrapers over our heads. Fingers should not be pointed at us country-ers as we don't even live on excess and as to what I believe, we don't contribute much to global warming- well except for the cows and their farts. But hey at least we don't emit large amounts of 'poisonous gases' into the atmosphere! Gee, the warm weather's slowly turning into sweltering heat, I'm drenched as I'm penning down this.
  
  
  Sure is magnificent in the early mornings
  

  The other day in school, our English teacher Ms Reese asked the class what love meant to us. Norman answered, “Love is when my mom makes coffee for my dad and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay.” The class stared awkwardly at him. Norman's my best friend since 2nd grade. When I first met him I thought of him as being a rather small boy with a medium build for his age. He has hazel-brown hair, matching eyes, normal ears, nose and mouth. All of these sit on a rather thin neck which perches on his shoulders. After making friends with Norman, you wouldn't really be able to apprehend how talkative and humorous he is. If you are feeling down, he could cheer you up in a matter of seconds. Everyone who knows Norman will certainly agree with me. He is hard to dislike; he is also very excitable and outgoing, and he is also very reliable. But in this case, he was just being plain weird.

  
  

  Sherie made this for me the previous Valentine's Day

  “Love is when my mom makes coffee for my dad and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay.” Is that what love really is? I've not seen my dad … Okay never mind, and so I went to the library after school hours to read up on this topic of Love. This confusing, ground-breaking, bombastic 'Love' that's on everyone's lips- and it's true that many people do not comprehend the underlining meaning of the word. And pretty much I include myself as one of those clueless ones... They say “Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.” Well, coming from the book it might be true. I've realised my mom coming home from work each day all tired and weary (c'mon which working adult doesn't). My sister and I would always surprise her at the doorstep with a different gesture on a different day. It never fails to make my mother laugh or beam. Is that what love truly is? A simple act to a loved one to show that you care for them? If that certainly is, then gee we've been sub-consciously loving her all this while even when we thought we haven't done 'much' for her.
  
  I don't know but have you experienced true love before? I don't know it could have been with your family member, your close friends or your siblings... What does love mean to you? Can someone answer my question?
  

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