That Moment …

lessons-in-lifeThat moment when you look at old photos of you and your ex and … instead of you feeling hurts and lots of pain, it makes you smiles.

That moment when you realize that you no longer hurts by watever happen in the past.

That moment, you dwell in the past for the good of memories and just cherish it rather then let the pain come back and hurts you all over again.

That moment when you recently see him at the gym and you wish him well and that he is doing well.

That moment when you see him again and he is like a complete stranger all over again.

That moment when you wants nothing for him but the best only.

That moment when you are thankful for the experience you have with him and because of whatever happen, it taught you to know yourself better and become the person you are today.

That moment when you know that your heart and you have move on.

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Mesmerize About The Past

2013 - lunchWe were told not to dwell in the past but sometime you cannot help yourself.

Lately I have been dwell in the past, my past. Since facebook has the feature of “Memories look back on today” from years ago. I was able to see what I did a few years ago.

“OH those happy moments!!!”

They seem so real but at the same time, just a memories. Where has it gone? And what happen?

Today about 2 yrs ago, as stated in my status post, “the handsome one and I went to lunch before we head out to wine tasting in Old Sugar Mill in Clarksburg.”

It is bittersweet memory that I will forever cherish. I don’t know how he and I came to be the way we are. It’s been 9 months since we went our own way. I believed he has move on himself as I am allowing myself to move on too. Like they said “TIME” will heal the wound and give time, someone will come along and put all the broken piece together.

I am thankful for the experiences; to love, the memories, the many places we had travel and visit, and the lessons we have share with one another. I think that without it, I will not become the person I am.

2013 - wineAs I mesmerize about my past, a part of me is sadden that two wonderful and amazing persons cannot work out their differences. And a part of me wish him well and that he will be love in the way that I was not able to do so to fulfil his happiness.

Like the saying goes… “If we are meant to be, faith will lead us back to be in each other’s arm again” in the future.

Rejoice “Divorce”

Sometime we got so busy and tied with life that we negligence the important of each other. We forget how special our spouse, boyfriend or significant others are to us. We forget to be thankful of them for being in our life. We become unappreciated of them.

Reminisce the small details of your love for each other and live them daily without forgetting why you love and got married to the other person at the first place!

Beautiful video with a great message send out to it’s audience!

A Hmong Man Dying Wishes

Saw this post up on a Hmong page via facebook. It bring sadness to me because I haven’t experience much; just like this Hmong man wish he could had. Through my experience with my mom’s cancer 6 years ago, I cannot imagine what this Hmong man is going through on his death bed. Not sure if this story is true or not, but if it is… If there is a next life, may he fulfill all his wishes.

Anonymous wrote:

 

Dear beloved friends,

 

I found out I have stage 4 cancer and doctors told me I have 2-3 months to live. I never thought this day would come. I felt like my life has just started and it’s now coming to an end. I’m 34 years old. To be completely honest I am terrified of dying and every day it gets harder to say goodbye.  Continue reading

Steve’s Love

“To my surprise, Phong immediately realized who I am even after so many years has pass. We exchange a few words and he asked where the Elite Hall room is. I replied, I’m just about to head there myself. I’m aching to find out who he has become and how life has been for him. Before I was able to ask him anything, we have arrived at the meeting. As I enter through the right double door Phong hold out for me, I notice two of the clients were already there. Phong took a seat next to them as I set my portfolio on the head table. Phong was one of the clients which my company wants me to contract for our next big project. As I carry out the meeting with the other two clients and Phong, my mind fresh back to the raining night he and I said our last good-bye. The “what if” questions run deep in my thought as it is distracting me from my meeting. I notice a wedding band tan mark on his wedding finger and my mind wonder into tons of questions.

The meeting end faster then I can call for as I still want to keep Phong for longer; to answer some of my curiosity question regards to him. The other two clients gather their paperwork to leave as Phong slowly gathering his. I escort the other two clients out the door and before I know, Phong stood next to me by the Elite Hall door asking to have lunch. I politely accepted his offer.

Later that evening, Steve and I have our monthly dinner date. As I was sitting across from my fiancé in an elegant restaurant, dress up in a black cocktail dress while Steve was dress in his charcoal suit with white collar shirt and a dark purple tied reading the menu out loud to us, the morning meeting and afternoon lunch with Phong rush back into my thought. Phong was married and have two wonderful children with his wife; age 6 and 4. With unfortunate, he lost his wife to cancer 2 years ago. As I was having the conversation with Phong in the afternoon, I have come to a realization how much Steve have love me; although his love may not fulfill my heart quite the way Phong did, his love was there and so was mine. No matter how much love I have for Phong, it was not the kind of love I need from Steve. I cannot imagine life without Steve. As the handsome man in his charcoal suit whom sits across from me at the elegant restaurant wave his hand to wake me up from my day-dreaming, I smile happily at him. I grab his hand softly and draw his hand closer to my right cheek. As I press his hand to my cheek, I whisper to his heart how I cannot wait to be his loving wife.”

The above is my ending to a story contest on “Hmong Love Stories” page on facebook. They hosted a contest by starting off with the beginning of a story and the reader who wants to participate has to submit their ending to the story on the same status update post to be a participant. The top five participant’s story with the most votes will be enter into a drawing to win a Kindle Fire HD.

This is the beginning of the story contest post by Hmong Love Stories page admin…

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Emotionally Hurt

Today, I am very hurt; emotionally hurt.

I’m all tears up inside, sad because of something which I have no control of. I never really knew or believed that a family’s perception of certain someone or something can be such a big impact on others until it hit me hard directly today.

I have known a guy for three years now. We kept in contact off and on for the past three years. Today, I finally have the courage to spill all my feeling out to him. It all started when he text and stated “I’m not good enuf. Don’t wanna marry me?” I reflected back to the first time when he called me and we talked; and those moments in between that lead us to where we are today. I pour my heart out, letting him know what feelings I always had for him. I have been waiting for the past three year for him to take initiative and it’s amazing how I still keep in touch with him to these days.

This guy is one of the best Hmong man I have ever encountered. From our communication, I would be happy to be married to him any day. When I first met him three years ago, I never knew I will develop such a strong feeling so deep for him. I didn’t know what I have got myself into. The very first time I find him to be worthy of getting to know was his charisma character and personality. That’s what draw me to him. The feeling has grown deeper as I get to know him more over time. He was once married before and that was the least of my concern. I really enjoy the moments I get to spend with him via text, phone and even when I met him in person. I have such a great emotion developing for this man after I have see him in person. I was longing for him but I have to pull myself back because it seem like he did not feel the same way towards me. The strong feeling I have for him actually scared me and didn’t want to lose myself to someone that don’t feel the same as I do nor lose myself to something that isn’t even there. I see myself as a woman with dignity and values myself. I was not gonna allow myself to make a fool out of me, be desperate for him. And if a man who do not reflect on what I have been trying to tell him or share with him which maybe he do not see or feel the same way towards me then it’s best for me to just let him go and cope with my emotion.

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Diary of a Marriage

See this pass around facebook a lots and just thought to doc this story down. It is such a nice reminder to better appreciate those people in our life; how precious they are, and to love them unconditionally.

“Fated Zaum No”  (Play the song before you start reading. The song is in repeat automatic mode already so don’t worry about repeating it. The song go great with the story.)

Diary of a Marriage

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

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