Voice of Cambodian Children (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} khmerchildren) wrote,@ 2007-02-27 09:20:00 |
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LOVE YOU…LOVE YOU NOT
by: Sidney Liang
www.Cambodianvoices.org
02/27/2007
Living in a time of fast pace, money driven, and modern technology connections make many people who slowly settle loose touch of reality. Living day by day with the fear that one day your lovely fiancée’, wife, or girl friend would just dump you for someone else. Oh! The aching heart of uncertainty which ones would say is inevitable in these days and ages. A boiling water in a pot will soon spill out into the dirty ground. A human filled with emotions, a grown man’s fears turned into rage create unwanted domestic situations. The law enforcement comes in then created more distance between relationship and provided a passport for the relation to travel into a new world of affair, distrust, deceptive, and broken family.
A society of take and take…then throw away. A time moving too fast, living from day to day, and pain of manipulation. A friend’s tears fallen from broken love; he is lost with no relatives which left him from KR ages. A wife of beauty from the land of persevered natural stars provided comforts and peace for the lonely heart. This Christmas and New Year, while family gather together in front of a warm fires or heat for a long holiday. The snow light and the warmth heat melted his distant star. The faded wedding songs forced into the background of hard rock of living day by day, self destruction, and destruction the only love to feed the hungry. Once again, the pain returned bursting into tears covering and blanketing the sound of Christmas Carol and Karaoke entertainment. Lonely again…he begins.
The scenarios of crossover love, collapsing family culture, starving for capitalistic in the world of material goods are occurring every day. It happens on both sides, surprisingly grown men cry, and broken hearts provide domino affect for the last love. No long are love, just for the sake of love and caring for one another. A husband once said, “I am her husband just a couple of hours each day, but she is someone wife 8 hours or more per day” – what do I do? This is an unfair and unbalancing story, but sadly, they are the truest sense of living abroad. Yes, a quiet sound cracked the POT.
The cycle continues. A week ago, another friend excitedly traveled across oceans to receive his bride. Ah! The joy of helping, loving, and together with the one with fullest of our culture, tradition, and plain natural preserved star. Knowing the stories of those before him, he is optimistic of making it works…unfortunately the one before him said the same thing. Someone said years a go that still holds true “Love is blind”. Unfortunately when you are blinded by love, you’ll be pushed off the cliff.
by: Sidney Liang
www.Cambodianvoices.org
02/27/2007
Living in a time of fast pace, money driven, and modern technology connections make many people who slowly settle loose touch of reality. Living day by day with the fear that one day your lovely fiancée’, wife, or girl friend would just dump you for someone else. Oh! The aching heart of uncertainty which ones would say is inevitable in these days and ages. A boiling water in a pot will soon spill out into the dirty ground. A human filled with emotions, a grown man’s fears turned into rage create unwanted domestic situations. The law enforcement comes in then created more distance between relationship and provided a passport for the relation to travel into a new world of affair, distrust, deceptive, and broken family.
A society of take and take…then throw away. A time moving too fast, living from day to day, and pain of manipulation. A friend’s tears fallen from broken love; he is lost with no relatives which left him from KR ages. A wife of beauty from the land of persevered natural stars provided comforts and peace for the lonely heart. This Christmas and New Year, while family gather together in front of a warm fires or heat for a long holiday. The snow light and the warmth heat melted his distant star. The faded wedding songs forced into the background of hard rock of living day by day, self destruction, and destruction the only love to feed the hungry. Once again, the pain returned bursting into tears covering and blanketing the sound of Christmas Carol and Karaoke entertainment. Lonely again…he begins.
The scenarios of crossover love, collapsing family culture, starving for capitalistic in the world of material goods are occurring every day. It happens on both sides, surprisingly grown men cry, and broken hearts provide domino affect for the last love. No long are love, just for the sake of love and caring for one another. A husband once said, “I am her husband just a couple of hours each day, but she is someone wife 8 hours or more per day” – what do I do? This is an unfair and unbalancing story, but sadly, they are the truest sense of living abroad. Yes, a quiet sound cracked the POT.
The cycle continues. A week ago, another friend excitedly traveled across oceans to receive his bride. Ah! The joy of helping, loving, and together with the one with fullest of our culture, tradition, and plain natural preserved star. Knowing the stories of those before him, he is optimistic of making it works…unfortunately the one before him said the same thing. Someone said years a go that still holds true “Love is blind”. Unfortunately when you are blinded by love, you’ll be pushed off the cliff.
