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Yosely. Cily. Jo. 郭臻璎。
Full time student. Translator and tutor.
Sarcasm plus cynicism mixed with genuine concern.
LOVE reading.
SHOEaholic.
Addicted to Western TV series.
Introvert AND extrovert at the same time.



wish list
NO REGRET
college again, major in Japanese literature
move out from Medan
a new phone
♥ a new digital camera
♥ great main job + fun side job
♥ certainty ;)

next to read
Wuthering Heights ~ Emily Brontë
The Book of Tomorrow ~ Cecelia Ahern
那个女孩叫 Feeling ~ 藤井树

daily reads

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days by days
The Tale of Love and Madness
Tuesday, March 8, 2011 @ 10:14 PM

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do.

One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered together and were more bored than ever. Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea, “Let’s play hide and seek!”

All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted, “I want to count, I want to count!” And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek Madness, all the others agreed. Madness leaned against a tree and started to count, “One, two, three…”

As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the center of the earth. Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking. And Madness continued to count: “… seventy nine, eighty, eighty one…”

By this time, almost all the vices and virtues had already hidden – except Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide Love.

Madness: “… ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven…” Just when Madness got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid.

And Madness turned around and shouted, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because Laziness had no energy to hide. Then he spotted Tenderness on the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of the lake and Passion at the center of the earth. One by one, Madness found them all – except Love.

Madness was getting desperate, unable to find Love. Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness, “You only need to find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush.”

Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush. Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop. Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands. Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.

Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love’s eyes with a pitch fork. “What have I done! What have I done!” Madness shouted. “I have left you blind! How can I repair your eyes?”

And Love answered, “You cannot repair my eyes but I you want to do something for me, you can be my guide.”

And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness.

There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving. There are some kinds of love that don’t go away. But should we all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever.

I got this story from my boss' file. A beautiful story indeed.

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