~* Love Stories

[pandaboy]

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I think it's kinda interesting to share some short love stories, doesnt matter whether it's a true story or a fiction. Even better if there's a lesson that we can learn from the story. So, hope everyone can share something here.... Not opinions about love,ok? Short love stories...i'll start the ball rolling..... :wink:

[pandaboy]

A YEAR AGO today, I had lunch with my boyfriend
and took the opportunity to complain to him.
"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give
me
any flowers?"
He raised his eyebrow.
"Why should I give you flowers? You are not my
anyone."

"Then... you should at least give me a card!" I
pouted my lips, hurt by his
tone.
"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-
card."
"E-card??"
That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he
is.
"You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting."
I
excitedly smiled and ran
to sneak home after lunch to check e-mail. Even
though he wouldn't use any
romantic words, I still looked forward to the
card.

"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the
card!"
As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my
computer and got online.
Staring at the empty inbox, I began to reminisce
about how we met. Maybe no
one will believe me, but my boyfriend and I were
actually neighbors. Our
homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were
kids, we liked to fight with
each other all day long. We were only neighbors.
At that time, I hated my
parents for making us live next to him.

At that time, I had a crush on a senior. After a
while, I found out that the
senior student had lots of girlfriends. When I
cried about it, he silently
passed me a handkerchief and awkwardly held me
in
his arms.

"I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly
comforted me.
I cried in his arms the whole night, and began
to
see him in a different
way. Things began to change between us. We still
fought all the time, but he
started to look at me differently. And I blushed
and my heart beat faster
when he was near.

We both knew: we fell in love with each other.

Even with this knowledge, neither of us said
anything. Even though we would
not be able to resist and kissed each other
constantly. Even though we cared
about each other's every moves. Both of us
refused to admit our love.

Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't
say we loved each other. We
didn't even spend Valentine's Day together until
he saw me share dinner with
a man one Valentine's Day. That night, he waited
for me in front of my door
and said that he would take me out to dinner on
Valentine's Day from then
on. I have to say that he was very arrogant. But
I nodded and accepted his
request. Since then, we spent every Valentine's
Day together. On the
surface, we may have left each other. But in
reality, we were still
together. We spent every Valentine's Day
together
but each year became more
dreary than the next because he never told me he
loved me even with all my
hints.

Still facing the empty inbox, I suddenly grew
very angry. He wouldn't say it
and wouldn't send me a card. What did he mean?
Who did he think I was? I
called his cell phone.

"Hello." He picked up the phone.

"I didn't receive the card." I immediately
showed
my displeasure.

"You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy.
"But I sent it." He was really busy but I didn't
care.

"I didn't receive it. Send it again."

"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good
enough??" He said with
impatience. His tone further infuriated me. Is
that how lovers speak to
each other?

"Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't
have to pick me up tonight.
I'll eat dinner by myself."

"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy."

"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears
rolled down my cheeks.

Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation?
We've gone out for so many
years and spent countless Valentine's Day
together. I never received any
flowers nor cards from him. Now, I just want a
little e-card. Is that too
much to ask for?? I unplugged the phone from the
wall and turned off my cell
phone. I didn't want to hear his explanations.

After I returned to the hospital, I instructed
the receptionist not to
forward me any phone calls. I wanted to
concentrate on work. Because there
were so many emergencies today, I was sweating 1
hour later and forgot about
our argument.

"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient."
As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill
sound of an ambulance sounded
outside the ER. When I stepped out the door, the
emergency medics hurriedly
wheeled in a gurney.

"What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic.
Everyone else were trying to help put the
patient
on the gurney. He was
covered with blood.

"Car accident." The medic replied.
"Very serious. He may die." I nodded and ran to
the operating room with
them.
When I arrived, the nurses told me that the man
had already stopped
breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped.

"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the
nurses.
Saving people is our duty. We can't and
shouldn't
lose our calm.

But when I saw who laid on the operating table,
I
lost my calm. That person
was my BOYFRIEND!

"NO..." I stood in shock.

"NO!!!" I grabbed the paddles and continuously
shocked his body.
His body bounced up and down from the shocks.
The
scared nurses went to find
another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy.

I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just
wanted to save my lover. Even
though we fought all the time. Even though he
never showed me his love. I
still wanted to save him. He still owed me a
card. He couldn't die! I threw
away the paddles and began to press on his
heart.
I pressed with all my
strength, hoping it would revive him, but he
didn't wake up. He didn't even
say "It hurts". He just laid there with his eyes
closed, punishing me with
his silence.

Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I
couldn't see clearly
anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no
sounds could come out of my
mouth.

"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm
sorry." Dr. Jian patted me
on the shoulder.
They knew each other and ate together once. I
introduced them.

"He can't die." I shook my head.
"He can't die!!" I struggled to run to him.
"Dr. SHU, control yourself!" Dr. Jian slapped
me.
"I understand what you're going through, but
you're a doctor."

"Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a regular
person. How can Dr. Jian
understand how I feel? I've loved him for so
many
years that it's become a
habit. How can I just throw away a habit?
Besides, he still owed me a card.

"I want him to live! I want him to live!" I ran
to him again and tried to
knock the life back into his body.

"Take her away!"
That day, I lost my control and my
professionalism. And that day happened to
be Valentine's Day.

Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left
work early that day. They
told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried
to call me several times
but couldn't reach me. Worried, he drove to the
hospital to find me and got
hit by a large truck on the way.

When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed
him. Just because of an
unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost my
privilege to be childish. Like
an abandoned cat, I couldn't even cry anymore.

After his death, I couldn't cry anymore,
regardless of how touching the plot
or how tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn't
affect me anymore.

I turned on computer after a year later, even
though I know no one will send
me a mail, I still hoped that someone will
remember me on this day.

GOSH....I have.... 100 emails! Who would be
bored
enough to send me 100
junk mail? I was just about to delete them all
when I received another mail,
and this one said: "Because of system error, we
could not send these until
today. We apologize for the delay."

The sender was my BOYFRIEND!!! I looked at the
1st mail. It showed the send
date is last year's Valentine's Day. My heart
began to beat fast. Could he
have sent these? With a trembling hand, I opened
the mail.

The first thing that popped up was a gorgeous
red
rose set against green
leaves. Then a beautiful melody began to
play...."Only Love". I couldn't
believe it. The rose was so beautiful and the
music was so dreamy.

I almost thought I was in a fantasy. Most
touching of all were the words
underneath the rose, because the words read like
a beautiful poem.

"Only love can make a memory. Only love can make
a moment last.
You were there and all the world was young and
all it's songs unsung.
And I remember you then when love was all, all
you were living for,
and how you gave that love to me...."

The lyrics of this song fits our love so
closely.
When he was alive, my
world was so young. Every day, I could find a
something different to fight
with him about. But after he left, my life is
only left with memories and
coldness that will never go away. When I read
these words, my tears
unconsciously came, wetting the keyboard. I
replied 100 times, and "Only
Love" played 100 times.

In this cold Valentine's night, the line that's
been broken for LAST ONE
YEAR finally got RECONNECTED.

Moral of the story :
====================
Try to express out your feeling towards each
other so that both know what u
are thinking!! ;)


Source : Friendster's Bulletin Board

[iQing]

A Love Story



Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.


Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."


Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.


Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"


Happiness passed by Love too, but he was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!


Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.


Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

[iQing]

Appreciate when love is still around

real story written by Phan Su ming



As time passes by, we tend to take loads and loads of things for granted. Especially in love. Why?
It may be due to the fact that we are being taken care of and being loved, being pampered...and everything lovely.

Just like the movie, Moulin Rouge...once there is
TRUTH - from words spoken
BEAUTY - from within
FREEDOM - being able to choose to be together
then, comes LOVE which is priceless and unconditional.

Love always decide our future as it mentally affects us directly or indirectly more than anything else - especially girls ( being the more emotional being ).

A friend once told me that though we may never expect our loved one to treat us like how we wanted to, yet, he/she may have done so in their own ways. Arguments always start from misunderstanding because of differences in personality and character.
And this difference is what brings one party and another together so that we would be able to know, learn and understand one another.

Never complain why one party behaves in a certain manner when you never do so, cos you yourself may have triggered some undesired talk or an annoying behaviour that the other party feels irritated.

Every person has its pros and cons in leading his/her life. We should instead look at the better perspective of one and appreciate it cos, you may lose out on that point.

One shouldn't compare in a relationship. If one still insists, then look at the differences and appreciate that he/she is still with you. I'm sure girls hurt more than the men, as when she would like to disagree, the man may not like it. and that she couldn't voice up her dislike, cos the man would think that she's trying to trigger a havoc.

Girls have the desire to remember the past. Cos, as I said earlier, girls are the more emotional party and they would always take everything seriously (affecting their mental well-being). That's why they hurt so much...and a hurt to them is like thousands of nails pricking into their hearts. Every single hurt(though uncountable)allows thousands of undesired pain attacking them.
Therefore, it may not be easy for a girl to forget what they had been through.
Guys may not feel the same as they are...mm...the type - "take it or leave it"
Think of the good points he/she had done for you which in your past, was never given or pampered to.

So, you guys out there...never hurt your gf. Instead, learn to understand by talking to them. Appreciate them before it's too late.

Just note that if your heart doesn't belong to the one you love at the moment, let go. As for guys, they want to own everything or nothing at all- it's their nature and their ego.

Follow your feelings. If one feels like doing something which hasn't been done, go ahead with it. or, you'll regret in the future for not even attempting.

Not until I talked to a very close friend whom I respect fully, only then, I knew what I was supposed to do , I finally followed what my heart desires and I never regretted doing so...cos I never knew I was being cherished all these while I'm not around for and I know how important my life is to these people.

I will never regret what I had done, not anymore. Cos I finally opened my heart and let it do the talking.

Remember...
THE BEST HAPPINESS IS TO LOVE AND BEING LOVED IN RETURN...

If I could make one wish...I would wish for girls to be really understanding and not behave childishly and for the guys to let go their EGO.
Both parties have to do their part for love to bloom.

Happiness is there..it's just a matter of how you want to see and choose it.

[iQing]

I Love Another Girl



They have been married for two years. He loves literature, and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography, and he handle their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper, and always bullies him. He is a gentleman, and always gives in to her. Today, she's being"wilful" again.

Her : "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding?

Her: She promised she'd pay."

Him : "I don't have time that day."

Her :"Humph!"

Him : "Huh?"

Her : "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all

the time you need."

Him : "I...someone will definitely recognize my work some day."

Her : "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her.

Him : "No."

Her : "Just this once?"

Him : "No."

Negotiation's broken.

So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."

First day. She "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi...Except the double-bed, to show her "benevolence". Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.

Second day. She conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets, and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences." He's nervous now. Night. On the bed. He begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.

Third day. Night. On the Bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side.

She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him : "We need to talk."

Her : "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."

Him : "It's something very important."

She remains silent.

Him :"Let's get a divorce."

She did not believe her ears.

Him : "I got to know a girl."

She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.

Him : "She's a nice girl." Her tears fell.

Him : "She has a good personality too." She's heartbroken, because he puts a photo of some other girl "close to his heart".

Him : "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married." She's very jealous, because she said the same thing in the past.

Him : "She loves me truly. " She wishes to sit up and scream at him :"Don't I?"

Him : "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."

She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.

Him : "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"

Her : ".....!"

He brings the photo before her eyes.

She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning mark of a slap on his face. He sighs. She cries. He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket. He turns off the light,and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him. She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks. She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry, and she wanted to laugh. It's a nicely taken photo of herself. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek. He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.

"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by l earning to see an imperfect person perfectly. "

[iQing]

Love?



There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a
cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and
he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in
his house being taken cared by his mother. He never
went outside but he was sick of staying home and
wanted to go out for once.

So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He
walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He
passed a CD store and looked through the front door
for a second as he walked.
He stopped and went back to look into the store. He
saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love
at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not
looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and
closer until he was finally at the front desk where
she sat.

She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled
and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has
ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.

He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a
CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it.

"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked,
smiling her cute smile again.

He nodded and she went to the back.

She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him.
He took it and walked out of the store. He went home
and from then on, he went to that store everyday and
bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the
CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy
to ask her out and he really wanted to but he
couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him
to just ask her.

So the next day, he took all his courage and went to
the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and
once again she went to the back of the store and came
back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't
looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran
out...

!!!RRRRRING!!!

The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the
mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He
passed away yesterday...

The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's
mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the
boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She
thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So
she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles
and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised
to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat
down on the bed and she started to open one.

Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the
wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked
it up and started to read it.

It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go
out with me? Love, Jacelyn

The mother opened another CD...

Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I
think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me?
Love, Jacelyn

Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then
decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I
Love You"

[iQing]

Relationship*



imperfect world

A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and
requested, "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable
one."

The SDU officer asked, Your requirements, please?".

"Oh, good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable, good in
singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during
my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I
need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest."

The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand. You need a
television."
( I don't mind to start all over again if there is such a living television:
The lone star )


There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind
wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of
the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife.

Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of
perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love
wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not bed of roses.

The nightmare starts.


No Pointing Finger


A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful
marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" The father-in-law
answered in a smile,"Never criticise your wife for her short comings or
when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her
shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."

(That is exactly the same way I consoled myself whenever I found out her
real IQ or EQ: The lone star )

We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid
of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look
around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at.

This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point
one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.

If we forgive others, others will ignore our mistake too.

No Overpowering


Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or
demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all &
their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage.

Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries
the meaning that it is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a
persons character.

It is not easy to change. ( The habitual force is simply too strong. It
takes an extraordinary mind force to counter it . Very few prodigal sons
indeed : The lone star )
Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouses character will cause
disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change
ourselves and lower our expectation.


Right Speech


There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that a speech will
either prosper or ruin a nation. Many relationships break off because of
wrong speech.

When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual
respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would
hurt the other party.

A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site.
A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me?

We used to date in the secondary school."

On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, Luckily you married
me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker."

She answered, "You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he
will be the millionaire and not you."

Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad
relationship.


Trust

Trust is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is
broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to
suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may
result in separation.

A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She
answered, "Public Utilities Board" There was silent. She repeated, "PUB."

There was still no answer.

When she was going to cut off the line, she heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so
this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my husband's pocket but I do not
know whose number it is."

Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the
telephone operator answered with hello instead of PUB.

don't mind to
be the donkey if I have such a master: The donkey star )

Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be
another man's poison.

A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy
commented, Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?" Hearing
that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them.

Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of a
family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?"

Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on it.

Further on the way home, they met an old lady. She commented, "How can the
man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The
husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey.

Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold
up the weight of two perso! ns. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the
husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it
on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left.

Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They
lost their balance and fell into the river. ( The master is more stupid
than the donkey. So I rather be myself, the earth rabbit )

You can never have everyone praise you nor will everyone condemn you.

Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future."

Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.

( It is easily said than done. It needs training and cultivation : The lone
star )

[iQing]

here?s a link to a lot of short love stories


http://library.lovingyou.com/utils/stories.cgi?cat=fictpr

[chenchow]

A reminder. If the stories are copyrighted, i.e. published in other websites, please provide the links instead. Thank you.

[iQing]

A reminder. If the stories are copyrighted, i.e. published in other websites, please provide the links instead. Thank you.




these articles are circulated in our friends?network via email forwarding messeges.

some articles are written by my friends.
I have pasted the link to another website if there are articles there..

so don?t worry...

[pandaboy]

Yups, please be aware of the copyright issues. As iQing said, we usually get this stories from forwarded mails. I wish to know the author and give credit to them too by quoting their names. It's because some of the stories are really touching and meaningful.

[iQing]

here?s a very touching MTV...
just go to this link, watch it and cry... hehe
honestly I almost cry after watching this MTV...


http://www.happyfacehome.com/mtv/kiss.htm

[The_Observer]

I guess nobody dare to share their won stories... :o

[iQing]

nope.
one of the stories above is real life story.
she?s sharing her experience...

[debbie]

This is a poem a friend of mine wrote and gave me some time back. I never really considered it or thanked this person for it but now, looking back, i think it's one of the nicest gifts i have received. It's never been out before, plz dont plagiarize it. It's untitled.

Doubtful about how i should feel towards you
I reach, wondering if it is Pandora's box
Unwillingly, my lips crease upwards when I think of you
Not cynically, but almost absent minded
I wonder why I didnt bother in the past
I never took you for granted
but
I suppose I could have made it more meaningful
Romantic even
I laugh, smiling gently but not without a heavy heart
or how it would have been
Would or could
Does it really matter now?
Perhaps I know the answers
I think it is in me
but I dont, subconciously, search for them
Revelling in emotions
I'm not overpowered but
rather
seem to be sampling all of them
I was wistful
but now am
calm.

[pandaboy]

I Do Love You..

Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing
nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all
their friends are having fun with their beloved
half.

Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend
now to spend time with.

Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're
the only person who isn't with a date now. (both
sigh n silence for a while)


Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a
game
Peter: Eh? What game?

Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my
boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your
girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think?

Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for
the next few months.

Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward
to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first
day and our first date. Where should we go?

Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is
a really great movie in theater now.


Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea
than this. Lets move. (went to watch their
movies and sent each other home)

Day 2:
Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and
Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.

Day 3:
They went shopping together for a friend's
birthday present. Share an ice-cream together
and hugged each other for the first time.

Day 7:
Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they
watch the sunset together. When the night came
and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass
gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed
by. Tina mumbled something.

Day 25:
Spend time at a themepark and got onto
rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton
candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house
and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of
Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together
for a while.

Day 67:
They drove pass a circus and decided to get in
to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play
a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went
around to see other entertainments around after
the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just
said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a
tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek.

Day 84:
Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The
beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have
their first kiss with each other just as the sun
is setting.

Day 99:
They decided to have a simple day and is
deciding to have a walk around the city. They
sits down onto a bench.


1:23 pm
Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.

Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks.
What would you like?

Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine.


1:43 pm
Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter
havent return. Then someone walked up to her.

Stranger: Is your name Tina?

Tina: Yes, and may I help you?

Stranger: Justnow down there on the street a
drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its
your friend.

Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and
sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over
his face and her apple juice still in his hands.
The ambulance came and she went to the hospital
with Peter.
Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and
a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.


11:51 pm
Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could.
He is still breathing now but God would take him
away from us very soon. We found this letter
inside his pocket.

The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she
goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak
but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she
burst into tears. Here is what the letter said.

Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun
with you during all these days. Although you may
be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but
these all brought happiness into my life. I have
realize that you are a really cute girl and
blamed myself for never taken the time to
knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for,
but I just wish that we can extend the day. I
want to be your boyfriend
forever and wish that you can be beside me all
the time. Tina, I love you.

11:58
Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the
wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I
asked God to let us last forever. We were
suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't
leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to
me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.

As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart
stopped beating. It was 100 days.

NOTE*
Tell the guy or girl that you love them before
its too late. You never know whats going to
happen tomorrow. You never know who will be
leaving you and never return

[gal_flower]

Tree
===

The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees. Over time I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting.
I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal.
I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness.
Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not
going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a
good match for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I
felt that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately & I don't have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years. She watch me chase after gals, and I have make her heart cry for 3 years.She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smile & say "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes was swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day. When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so.
My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she's not the type that
will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted
at her and her eyes was filled shocked. I didn't care about her feelings
and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still laugh & joke
with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she's very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ache is as bad as hers.
When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going
out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me
that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together. I know whose the guy.
He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy full of
energy, lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school.
I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile & congratulate
her. When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it. It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath. Wanted to shout but can't. Tears rolled down & I broke down & cry. How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence too.
During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then. It says "Leaf
departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"

Leaf
===

During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that
for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a
lot of courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st
girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart can't be describe by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sour lemon. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 mths.
When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a mth, he got together with another gal.I like him & I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he love me why he doesn't want to make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he don't like he, why does he treat me so well. It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a gal to ask him right?
Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany
him, love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come & love me. It's like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through & I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompany me for 3 years.
Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me.
Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a
point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He's like a warm & gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leaf to a far away & better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile & didn't ask me to stay. Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay


Wind
===

Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree
so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first
met her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite
person looking at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him.
One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &accept the note. The next day, she appeared & pass me a note and left.
Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away
It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave
tree.
I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me.
Within 4 mths, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I
decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her
over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.
Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked "what are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her door bell. During the moment when she opens the door. I hugged her tightly. Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay.

No man is worth your tears.
The one who is will never make you cry.

[pandaboy]

Why Do U Love Me?

Lady: Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?

Man: I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..

Lady: You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?

Man: I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.

Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's
boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!

Man: Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,
because your voice is sweet,
because you are caring, because you are loving,
because you are thoughtful, because of your
smile, because of your every movements..


Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met
with
an accident and became comma.
The Guy then placed a letter by her side,
and here is the content:

Dearest,
Because of your sweet voice that I love you...
Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love
you.
Because of your care and concern that I like
you..
Now that you cannot show them, therefore I
cannot love you.
Because of your smile,
because of your every movements that I love
you..
Now can you smile? Now can you move?
No, therefore I cannot love you...
If love needs a reason, like now, there is no
reason
for me to love you anymore.
Do love need a reason? NO!
Therefore, I still love you...
And love doesn't need a reason

QUOTE OF THE WEEK
The best and most beautiful things in the
world
cannot be seen, not touched..but are felt in
the
heart.
This is such a wonderful story.. please remember
this.. to all of u out there, u dont need a
reason to love someone..

[pandaboy]

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She
was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She
looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone
went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.

[pandaboy]

A Diary....from a Guy

*January 2*
Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the first day in
school. I was hurriedly entering the school gate when I bumped into you
as you stepped out of a luxurious Volvo. The books you were holding fell
all over the ground. I quickly
picked up the books and returned them to you along with words of
apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating look. My first
impression of you was that you were a wilful girl born with a golden
spoon in the mouth. I had rejected you completely and had hoped not to
meet you again, but surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.


*March 22*
I started to know more about you as days passed and my opinion of you
changed for the better on each passing day. I realised that you were
from a wealthy family but definitely not a wilful girl. You were nice
and friendly. You got angry that day we first met because I had left a
footprint marking on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met
often during lunch break and I found something in you that was different
from the rest of the girls - your passion for Chinese poetry. Often you
would mumble something to yourself. Initially, I thought that you were
humming a pop song but later I realised that you had been reciting
Chinese poems from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew
every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed indeed.


*April 5*
I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading the Chinese
classics "Romance of the 3 kingdom". Your ability to appreciate Chinese
classics left me with admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.


*May 5*
From then on, we would often meet in the study area to discuss about the
good and bad things of the character in these Chinese classics. Do you
still remember the time when we almost broke off because we could not
agree on whether Jia BaoYu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce
that we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we still met
in the study area and laughed over the incident. After which, another
argument started.


*Aug 7*
I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify accurately.
Whenever you laughed over a joke with other guys, that emotion filled my
senses. It took me a while before identified it. I was in love; the
feeling was jealousy. I felt the need to express it. But, I was
afraid...that you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be
stuck in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship
would crumble... therefore, I kept quiet.


*Oct 1*
The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I learnt that you
had
fainted in the canteen. I was struggling to keep my worried face in
control as I looked at the ambulance that carried you away.


*Oct 2*
It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced that you had
got cancer. As she finished her last sentence, outside the classroom, it
seemed to me that the drizzle had turned into a downpour. I could only
hear the sound of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see
you immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour, showing
no trace of red. I learnt that you had just undergone an operation. The
life-support system was just beside you with tubes piercing mercilessly
into your left wrist. "I am all right, it is just a serious case of
anemia. Believe me, my parents told me that," you said convincingly. I
knew fully well what
you were thinking, you did not want me to be worried. "Are you
comforting yourself or comforting the fears and hopelessness that was
written all over my face?", I thought to myself. I was not strong enough
to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced smile. You
responded with a smile too-with great effort.


*Oct 5*
It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day. I felt an
impulse to express my love. I walked over to the side of your bed,
holding your hand. I told you the story of how an ordinary guy fell in
love with a girl who likes poetry and Chinese
classics. As I told my story, my eyes started to flood with water, and
uncontrollably my voice started to choke, and finally I broke into tear
But you held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said: "I
understand such a love, so did the girl."
I returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped, and for
the first
time, I saw some redness on her lips.


*Oct 26*
It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH to continue my
story. When I reached there, I only saw the nurse arranging the bed you
once slept on. When I asked about you, the nurse told me
expressionlessly that you had passed away.
It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood motionless for a long time.
I hated myself for spending the last few days preparing for the last
examination paper. I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I
visited you. I hated myself so much...but you
were gone...... I can't remember how I got home that day. When I woke
up, I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet. The next
day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your father that on the day
you passed away, you were still
reading the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday.
Standing in
front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they were used up on the day of
your death. All I knew was sadness, my heart was like shattered into
pieces and died.


*Jan 2*
A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like poetry, but she
likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she
replied: "What are you talking about." Yes, you were gone. But to me,
the seat is still unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it......

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is a true story that happened 10 years ago!!!! Now then Can fully
understand what the author means by "A PERSON WILL KNOW WHAT IS PAIN
ONLY WHEN HE HAS BEEN THROUGH IT...." To cut the whole story short...jus

wanna tell u pple that.....

IF U TRULY LOVE THAT SOMEONE... JUS GO RIGHT UP TO HIM OR HER OR GIVE A
PHONE CALL RIGHT NOW TO SAY "I lUV U " AND EXPRESS YOUR FEELINGS FOR
THAT PERSON B4 IT'S TOO LATE!!!!

A Guy would rather shed blood than shed tears but that's because he has
yet experience sadness. The moral of the story is to treasure your love
ones coz
they might not be always around. Share this story to those you cherish
most
and let them feel their "presence" are important as they are part of our
lives too!!


Source: Forwarded mail

[PeiWen]

Does he love me?

Just now having a best friend confided into me about her relationship problems. Both of them have feelings for each other, but the guy claimed that he didn't want to hurt her further, as he felt that the relationship would go nowhere, mainly due to distance problem (KL---Malacca). However, my best friend decided to give it a try and she felt so much for the guy, however, no matter how hard she tried to convince him or talk things out with him, all were in vain. Finally she decided to let go, but she felt so painful inside, so unbearable. The guy told her that, trust what her heart tells her about his feelings for her. So, she always believes that he likes her, and cares for her. Even with this decision, she also thinks that, what he did is meant for her goodness.
She just couldn't understand why the guy didn't even give themselves a chance. Perhaps the previous relationships of the guy have developed a phobia inside him, that stops him from trying again. She isn't sure if this guy really loves her that much, until he has to make such decision, so that both of them won't suffer in distance relationship. Or rather, the guy just doesn't serious in her at all? FYI, this guy is a popular guy, quite a number of girls fall for him. Perhaps the existence of my best friend doesn't matter to him at all?
I just feel sad for my best friend. I can't be there for her, when she needs a shoulder to cry on. I can understand her feelings, try to comfort her. However, I guess it takes time for her to get over it. :cry:

[PeiWen]

This is what a friend tells me, perhaps he quoted it somewhere, but how true is it....

When you think of your past love, you may view it
as a failure.
But when you find a new love, you
view the past as a teacher.
In the game of love,
it doesn't really matter who won or who lost.
What is important is you know when to hold on
and when to let go!
You know you really love
someone when you want him or her to be happy,
even if their happiness means that you're not
part of it.
Everything happens for the best.
If
the person you love doesn't love you back, don't
be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll
never know unless you give it a try.
You'll
never love a person you love unless you risk for
love. Love strives in hurting.
If you don't get
hurt, you don't learn how to love.
Love doesn't hurt all the time.
Though the hurting is still
there to test you, to help you grow.
Don't find
love, let love find you.
That's why it's called
falling in love because you don't force yourself
to fall.
You just fall.
You cannot finish a book
without closing it's chapters.
If you want to go
on, then you have to leave the past as you turn
the pages.
Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won
by a single caress.
It is a lifetime venture in which we are always
learning, discovering and growing.
The greatest irony of love is letting go when you
need to hold on and
holding on when you need to let go.
We lose someone we love only when we are
destined to
find someone else who can love us even more
than
we can love ourselves.
On falling out of love, take some time to heal
and then get beckon the
horse.
But don't ever make the same mistake of
riding the same one that threw you the first
time.
To love is to risk rejection, to live is
to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure.
But risk must must be taken because the greatest
hazard in life is risk nothing!
To reach for another is to risk involvement, to
expose your
feelings is to expose true self, to love is to
risk not to be loved in return.
How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be
constant but
not too persistent, share and never be unfair,
understand and try not to demand, hurt but never
keep the pain.
Love is like a knife.
It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful
images into the soul that always last for a
lifetime.
Love is
supposed to be the most wonderful feeling.
It should inspire you and give you joy and
strength.
But sometimes the things that give you
joy can also hurt you in the end.
Loving people means giving them the freedom
who
they choose to be and where they choose to be.
For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy
days and fruitless years, you should give
thanks, for you
know, that there were the things that helped you
grow.
Loving someone means giving him the
freedom to find his way, whether it leads
towards you or away from you. Love is a painful
risk to take but the risk must be taken no
matter how scary or painful, for only then
you'll experience the fullness of humanity and
that is love.
Only love can hurt your heart,
fill you with desire and tear you apart.
Only love can make y ou cry and only love knows
why.
If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready
to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel
the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love.
There was a time in our lives when we became
afraid to fall in love 'coz every time we do, we
get hurt, then i figured that's why it's called
falling in love.

[Schye]

Does he love me?

Just now having a best friend confided into me about her relationship problems. Both of them have feelings for each other, but the guy claimed that he didn't want to hurt her further, as he felt that the relationship would go nowhere, mainly due to distance problem (KL---Malacca). However, my best friend decided to give it a try and she felt so much for the guy, however, no matter how hard she tried to convince him or talk things out with him, all were in vain. Finally she decided to let go, but she felt so painful inside, so unbearable. The guy told her that, trust what her heart tells her about his feelings for her. So, she always believes that he likes her, and cares for her. Even with this decision, she also thinks that, what he did is meant for her goodness.
She just couldn't understand why the guy didn't even give themselves a chance. Perhaps the previous relationships of the guy have developed a phobia inside him, that stops him from trying again. She isn't sure if this guy really loves her that much, until he has to make such decision, so that both of them won't suffer in distance relationship. Or rather, the guy just doesn't serious in her at all? FYI, this guy is a popular guy, quite a number of girls fall for him. Perhaps the existence of my best friend doesn't matter to him at all?
I just feel sad for my best friend. I can't be there for her, when she needs a shoulder to cry on. I can understand her feelings, try to comfort her. However, I guess it takes time for her to get over it. :cry:

Well, I dont think that KL---Malacca is far away from each other... excuse? I dont know :wink:

[PeiWen]

well, she said that she quite hate herself whenever she has to lowered her pride and sort of begging for a chance...mmm...it comes to me that, how come guys can be that cruel and heartless? Sorry, no offense, maybe this guy never serious about my best friend. Albeit he claimed to feel the same as my friend, but I guess his phobia is just too strong that he has no faith at all...sigh~~~

[janewai]

I think the guy doesn't really love your best friend and feel that he is just playing around with your best friend's feeling while your friend should be loving him so much that's why feel very suffer with the feeling now. Anyway, I hope your friend will be alright soon. Hope she wont be too stuborn for this one-side relationship. So obvious that the guy doesn't have the real heart for her through what you told us that he said KL-Malacca is a distance for a relationship. What a lame excuse he gave!

[ElansarGelmir]

yeah, i think it's obvious... the guy's not interested... maybe he has the feeling, but dun have the intention to develope the feeling further? Or maybe there's another girl whom he felt more? there are 2 sides to every story...

tell your friend to forget him (i know it's hard to do that..... been there, done that...)... of course doesn't mean u ask her to forget she can forget already lar... help her.... accompany her... make sure she won't be lonely (else, she will start reminiscing the moments she has with the guy again and start missing him again)..... invite her to parties... ask her meet new friends... perhaps get her to be involved in college life (or work place, if she is working).... ask her to travel, or pursue her best interest.... she needs time to heal, but with your encouragement, i believe she will be able to get over it faster... my best wishes for her...

[PeiWen]

thanks ElansarGelmir. Yea, I hope she can recover sooner or later. The period of healing has to depend on her thinking and how fast she can get over him. With this guy's history, I also have doubts on his sincerity towards my best friend and all his words said to her.

[ElansarGelmir]

Got a question to ask... If our friend likes this girl, who happens to be our friend as well, and she likes him too, but they dare not do anything about it... should we like kay poh kay poh match them both, sort of catalyzing the chemistry, or should we just sigh and watch the slow and tormentous yet unforeseen result process of letting both of them developing it further by themselves?

[chiunlin]

Well, I don't quite agree with you all that the guy doesn't love the girl. Every story has two sides to it. Who knows? Maybe the guy was hurt before in the previous relationship and was afraid to start on a new one? Or perhaps the family pressured him to concerntrate on his studies? There might be all sort of reasons to this and we shouldn't be too quick to judge on this.


Got a question to ask... If our friend likes this girl, who happens to be our friend as well, and she likes him too, but they dare not do anything about it... should we like kay poh kay poh match them both, sort of catalyzing the chemistry, or should we just sigh and watch the slow and tormentous yet unforeseen result process of letting both of them developing it further by themselves?

Place yourself into the situation of both parties. I think both of them are just unsure of how the other party feels for the other. My suggestion? Intefere and do something about it!

Anyway, I think we are lost, this forum should be for love stories only. Let's continue our discussion on love bits.

[Zeroth]

Love is beautiful, treasure it... :)

[debbie]

Thoughts

Don’t find love let love find you,
That’s why it’s called falling in love
Because you don’t force yourself to fall, you just fall.

Once you accept someone for who and what
They really are, they will surprise you
By being better than you ever expected.
LOVE is loving/accepting a person with all
His/her strength and weakness.

Lucky is the man who is the first love of a
Woman but luckier is the woman who
Is the last love of a man.

When two friends fall in love they learn they
Are meant for each other.
When they fall out of love they
Realize they want to keep each other forever.

Find time to realize that there is one person
Who mean so much to you, for you might wake up
One morning losing that person who you
Thought meant nothing to you.

Love is seeing yourself through someone’s eyes
And finding yourself in somebody’s heart.

Once you have loved, you will always love. For
What’s in your mind may escape but
What’s in your heart will remain forever.

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It
Keeps us together like your circle of friends.
But the treasure inside for you to see,
Is the treasure of friendship you’ve given to me.

Letting go has never been easy and holding on
Can be as difficult. Yet strengths measured
Not by holding on but by letting go.

True LOVE doesn’t have a happy ending, that’s
Because true love doesn’t have an ending.

Men vs. women: Men would rather sacrifice
Love to conquer the world. Women would
Rather give up the world just to be with
Someone worth the sacrifice.

Decision should not be the choice of your heart
Or mind but a sensible balancing of both.

Some thoughts are better left unsaid, some
Feelings are better left to your self, but
Love has its way of expressing
Itself despite the silence.

The happier the memory, the deeper.

There are so many stars in the sky only some
Are radiant enough to be noticed. Among those you
Choose to ignore is the one which are willing to shine
For you forever even if your glance remained elsewhere.

It breaks your heart to see the one you love is
Happy with someone else… but it’s more painful to know
That the one you love is unhappy with you.


This was given to me by a very close friend , Professor H.F. Chin. We aren't sure about the authorship. But we hope you enjoy this and pass it on. This is also for Faizal , who always sees the beauty of others however bleak life can get.

[yekban81]

By Francis-Michael.Lee


This is a true story that happened in Japan.

In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tears open the wall.

Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls.
When
tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there
because
a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet. He sees this, feels
pity,
and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail, it
was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.

What happened?

The lizard has survived in such position for 10 years! In a dark wall
partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind
boggling.
Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years without moving a
single step--since its foot was nailed!

So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it has been doing,
and
what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came,
appears another lizard, with food in its mouth.

Ahh! He was stunned and touched deeply. For the lizard that was stuck
by
nail, another lizard has been feeding it for the past 10 years...

Such love, such a beautiful love! Such love happened even with this
tiny
creature ... What can love do? It can do wonders! Love can do miracles!
Imagine? it has been doing that untiringly for 10 long years, without
giving
up hope on its partner.

Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with a
brilliant mind can't.

I was touched when I heard this story and started wondering about
relationships between family members, friends, lovers, brothers,
sisters.

As information and communication technology advances, our access to
information becomes faster and faster. But the distance between human
beings
. . . is it getting closer as well?

I ask you...please never abandon your loved ones.
__________________________________
LOVE is a gift, take it, let it grow.
LOVE is a sign we should wear, let it show.
LOVE is an act, do it, let it go.
---------------------------------------------------:)

[jacyn]

8O :D
A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.

They loved each other a lot..

Girl: "slow down a little.. I'm scared.."

Boy: "No, it's so fun.."

Girl: "please..it's so scary.."

Boy: "Then say that you love me.."

Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"

Boy: "Give me a big hug.."

The girl gave him a big hug.

Girl: "Now can you slow down?"

Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's
uncomfortable and its bothering me while i drive."

The girl did as said. The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived....

The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told,the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and died himself.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, But by the moments that take our breath away..

[budakkerek]

waaa...so sad....

[chiunlin]

Read it only when you are free
http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/lovestories3.htm

[jacyn]

:arrow:
This is a true story, taken from "Family" (dictated by LD, edited by LSX, translated by SaFe).

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who love me the most in this world is gone forever. Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family.

Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and
peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the flowers!"

I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial _expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and that resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash they again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"

After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.

That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn't mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible, you should go and see a doctor."

The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this
before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.

I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down.

Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one
fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby.

I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless.

I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...

I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if... In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.

The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.

That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from
work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff.

I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.

I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.

After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull e paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.
"LD, you are pregnant?"

Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me, I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't.

In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, Iwill never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scares in each other's heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from myheart.

Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time; I cared for him and am concerned because there is love, but now, what is there between
us?

Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brown, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain.

Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son, and me, his eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried
out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.

Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that...

the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no long has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."

From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:

"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me... These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging..."

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears slowly rolled down my face...

The end...

[astraltruist]

A very good article...take your time to read....

Ever since the beginning..... The girl's family member disagree her
relationship with the boy. Saying that because the boy is not good
enough and unable to earn enough to take care of her, if she insist of
being
together with the boy, she'll suffer for her whole lifetime...

Because of the pressure applied by family members, she frequently
quarrel with him. The girl does love the boy, she used to ask him: "How
much
do
you love me?" Because the boy is not good with words, he used to make
her angry. With additional comment from her parents, her mood get even
worse.
The boy, has become her "anger releasing target". And the boy, just
silently allowed her to continuously release her anger on him...

Later, the boy graduated from University. He plan to further study
overseas but before he left... He proposed to the girl... " I, don't
know how to say nice words; but I do know that, I love you. If you
agree, I
am willing to take care of you, the whole life. About your family
members,
I will work hard to convince them and agree on us."

"Marry me, will you?", the girl agreed.

And her parents, looking at the effort shown by the boy, agreed with
them.
Finally, before the boy go oversea, they are engaged. The girl stay
back
in the hometown, step into the working society; whereas the boy
continuing his study oversea... They maintained their relationship
through
telephone and letters. Although time is difficult to get through with,
but
both of
them never give up.

One day, the girl left home for work as usual; on her way to the bus
stop, a car lose control and knock her down. As she awake from
unconsciousness, she saw her parents and realize how seriously... she
got
hurt and how
fortunate of her, not to get killed.

Looking at her parents, with their faced got all wet by their tears,
she
tried to comfort them. But then, she found out.... She can't even spell
out a word, she tried her best to make some voice but all she managed,
was to breath without any voice. She's mute... According to the doctor,
the
injury affected her brain, and that cause her to be mute for the rest
of
her life. Listening to her parents persuade, but can't even reply with
a
single word, the girl collapsed... Throughout the days, others than
crying silently, still it is crying...

Later, the girl discharged from hospital. Returning to her home,
everything is still like before. Except that the phone ring, has turned
into the worst nightmare of hers. Ring after ring, continuously
stimulate her, stimulating her pain... But she can't tell the boy. She
don't
want
to be a burden to him, and wrote him a letter... Telling him that she
no
longer want to wait, the relationship between them ended, and even
returned him the engagement ring. Facing the letters and telephone from
the boy, all she can do, is to allow tears falling from her eyes...

Her father decided to move, after seeing the pain she is suffering.
Hoping that she could forget everything and be happier... Changing to a
new
environment, the girl started to learn, slowly picking up sign language
and start over again... Also telling herself to forget the boy...

One day, her best friend tell her that the boy's back. He's searching
all around for her, she asked her best friend not to tell him about her
and
asked him to forget her.Later... There's never news about the boy, for
more than a year. Her best friend tells her, that the boy is getting
married soon, and passed the Wedding Card to her. She open the card
sadly, but she found her name on the card.

The moment she want to ask her best friend, the boy appear in front of
her. With an unfamiliar sign language, he told her.... " I spent more
than a year's time, to force myself to learn sign language, in order to
tell
you, I have not forget our promise, give me a opportunity, let me be
your voice."

" I L O V E Y O U."

Looking at the slow sign language by the boy, and the engagement ring
she gave back to him... She finally smiled.

Treat every love as last love... and only then, know how to give...
Treat every day as last day... and only then, learn how to
appreciate...
Don't
ever give up as God never give up from loving you!!!


Dear friends...to all guys and girls...this is how love should be...not
be a coward and run away whenever there is a problem...remember that every problem has a solution...

[ElansarGelmir]

Someone should make dramas or movies out of these stories... they are sooo goooooooooood

[PeiWen]

Why is it so hard to get over someone? Or is it the case that, when you can't have something/someone, then the more you want to have it, that's why you can't let go?
My godbrother told me that, I shouldn't sad for those who don't know how to appreciate me, but rather make those who care for me worry for me. I know he has been a dearie, always there to cheer me up.
Sometimes, it just up to yourself to get over something/someone. The duration can be either long or short. So far, 3 months, I'm still brooding over...hard to let it go....I know clearly that I can't let it affect my studies or intrude my life much. I'm trying my best to get over it and find the best solution to it.
Haha, sorry, kinda senseless for my above statements.....just want to pour out some feelings inside me...mixed and confusing....sigh~~~

[budakkerek]

My 2 cents:
well..sometimes, you gotta accept the fact that it's over..and you gotta move on. Like i always mentally give myself a kick in the butt, and tell myself,"come on gurl...it's not that bad."
Life is not worth wasting over brooding over some fella, who doesnt appreciate. Better spend your time w ppl who care for you..rather than the other way around. At least w them, you know, where you stand.

[PeiWen]

thanks so much budakkerek for your advices....yea, you're right...but it just takes time to get over someone....it isn't easy....but I know I should get on with my own life....should give chances to those who appreciate me..

[budakkerek]

hey...hv been there..dont think i dont know what you mean..but still, stimes..you gotta try n make all the mists surrounding you go away...so dat you can see the world around you again...life might be miserable for you right now, but still, it's life...not worth wasting over some unknown souls...so, good luck...hope you'll succeed..take all the time you need to heal the wounds in your heart..but dont take too long; you might miss out the good things in life if you dwell too much, too long in the mists :D

[PeiWen]

thanks again budakkerek...yea, pretty much that I have to give up...for my well-being, i have to get over it in shortest period possible...of course, the more i force myself, perhaps the harder to get over...anyway...when there's a will, there will be a way....am on the way to the better....:)

[astraltruist]

just thought of something.. what do u think if a girl tells a guy how she feels about him(i mean she tells him that she likes him).. in other words the girl made the first move.. will it work? because i have some friends who tried but most of them got rejected...

[PeiWen]

mmm...honestly, I tried before...I think it takes courage for a girl to do so, unless that someone has really captured her heart, else girls will hardly make the first move. I've tried twice...albeit never been turned down, yet...the second time didn't turn out well...that's why I'm still on the way to heal my wound...sigh, just complicated the situation here....I have no idea how to put in words...but, with each relationship that I've gone through, definitely, they taught me many things...and I grow up more matured, and with stronger personality...

[ElansarGelmir]

well, there's still time to shop...

[budakkerek]

well..depends on how the guy looks at it. If he's the old-fahsioned type *not trying to make fun of anyone here, aite?* then he mght not like it. But if he's oke w it..i think should be no prob.

i've tried haha..so far, so good..i mean, he even thanked me for clearing this up *my bad - this has to do with me being surrounded w so many guys, that he thought i wont be interested in him haha*

but like i said, it all depends on the guy - if he's ok with it..
and the gurl, you gotta know how to read signs; signs that he likes you..and signs that he thinks you're juz a friend. but still, try discussing it. It might help :D

[digimushu]

hrmm..

I dont know, girls who have the guts to confess scares me. maybe because I feel like there is nothing special about me for anyone to like. Typically, i'm annoying and cynical. A conbination that would turn anyone away.

On a side note, I actually found out that two persons I know turned gay since high school*Gasp*. why would they end up swearing off girls for their life? In the past, I remember both of them as having girlfriends and having great relationship. Not sure what happened tho..any ideas?

[budakkerek]

but dont you feel like better, like you might like this gurl too but dont hv the guts to say so? well..she kinda did the job for you..
to me, it doesnt matter who says "i like you."
as long as you feel like, you're sure of how you are feeling..and you think you should give it a shot, then why not?
rather than knowing a few hundred years later *im exaggerating haha* that you guys actually liked each other very much but both had not the courage to say so, and thought you guys didnt like each other...

my 2 cents! :D

[astraltruist]

yeah but sometimes the signs that guys give are quite confusing.. i myself have experienced that b4 also... even the girl also initially thought that there's something but after all the courage to finally do something about it, the guy got scared or avoided the girl.. hm.. weird people! (guys) :roll:

[budakkerek]

yeah, i agree w you. Stimes, they even spread stuff bout you *God, a guy's mouth can be worse than a gurl's!*

Like, it happened to me once. Just bcoz i like this guy. Like, he found out thru the grapevine and then told everyone that i like him. Imagine poor me not knowing a thing, thinking my secret was safe with me *when it wasn't, gasp!*

It was traumatising. Like guys would be looking at me, and laughing laughing behind my back, talking among themselves that that's the gurl who likes A..haha...

When i found out, that deleted any sort of liking i had for him. Like..God, he's SO childish.

Thank God it was just a crush, nothing serious.

So i guess, we should watch out what signals we give out to ppl, huh? :D

[ElansarGelmir]

ahahaha... yeah, that's so childish... if someone likes u but u dun like him or her back, dun have to announce to the whole word unless he or she already make public that he/she's going to tackle u... i think u put the air into his head...

and digi, no, i dun have an idea why... perhaps too much sex with gals make them geli? ahahah... just joking... there's once this guy (my friend's friend) who watched porn 24/7 until one day he finally said that he got sick with porns and do not want to watch them anymore...

[budakkerek]

alah, i mean, even if i said i suke him pun, doesnt mean i want to tackle him. I mean, stimes, you just like looking at some ppl..no reasons...just simply you like the way that person looks, or dress etc.
I guess he's just perasan
*blergh*

[janewai]

hehe.... for us malaysian in Korea, we always "kap" those Korean guys who handsome one. as in my case, I tell my friends about who is the Korean guy that I like, even my classmates all also know about it after I am really quite close with that classmate. We just dont mind about it la... because we all are aldult now... LIKE doesn't mean LOVE. ^^

[budakkerek]

exactly!
it means you just like that person..and that's it...but sometimes, ppl equate like to love, so kinda mess things up stimes.
But to me, whatever..
not gonna change my mind.
i like only one person now hehehe...:D

[PeiWen]

eh, budakkerek, who's that 'one person'? hehe, care to share????
yea, like doesn't mea love....I guess friends are just like to tease each other when it comes to relationships topic...
Budakkerek, due to all your advices , I still taking my time to get over it actually....I'm kinda disappointing right?
Sigh~~~ what to do....

[yekban81]

"You have the right to torture yourself because of love"
I remember this quote from a movie. Torturing oneself because of love is normal. You will get better as time passes hopefully.

[chiunlin]

"You have the right to torture yourself because of love"
I remember this quote from a movie. Torturing oneself because of love is normal. You will get better as time passes hopefully.
That's so masochistic...

____________________
"Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love"
"How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics
so important a biological phenomenon as first love?"
"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.
Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.
THAT'S relativity."
~Albert Einstein Quotes~

[PeiWen]

Guess if only one really in love, and you'll know how is the feeling...perhaps it's something worth remembering for your whole life though you may be with another partner instead of the one you have such feeling for, because, things may not go your way...

[budakkerek]

haha...cannot tell! cannot tell...you gotta check the "love Bits" thread - debbie n her friend were pressing me like crazie for that bit of info.

Nope..goemen, can't tell..wait until you get the kad jemputan kahwin *hehe...hope that's gonna happen hihihi*

then you'll know..

Hmm..PeiWen, all i can say is..take your time....after all, it's ur heart, right? a gurl gotta grive when she feels like grieving...

Well..sthing happened, i'm still kinda affected:
a guy i liked, a long long time ago..told me he liked me..
and i was like..damn..
you said that a bit too late...
i cant gv u my heart...coz it belongs to someone else now..

I always believe in what my gran told me,"love someone who loves you more..than you love him *vice versa*"
So i guess...his time was up...he came a bit too late...

[PeiWen]

Here I am again, still thinking that he might want to see me though I know that the chances are so slim. I really wonder why am I so brooding over it. I never been so persistent before.,..how nice if I could apply this attitude in my studies....haha......*a lame smiling here*

[chiunlin]

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[pandaboy]

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Post deleted. Thanks for pointing out, chiunlin.

Oh ya, by the way....I think we should discuss about love in Love Bit thread here:

http://www.recom.org/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=1026

I think it's better to talk about it there, because we have more readers there, rather than in this SIG.

How is it going now, Pei Wen? (you may reply me by quoting this message in Love Bit thread) :wink:

[PeiWen]

If you love some one because you think that he or
she is really gorgeous....
Then it's not love It's ~* Infatuation *~

If you love some one because you think that you
shouldn't leave him because
others think that you shouldn't...
Then it's not love It's ~* Compromise *~

If you love some one because you have been
kissed by him...
Then it's not love It's ~* Inferiority complex *~

If you love some one because you cannot leave
him thinking that it would
hurt his feelings...
Then it's not love It's ~* Charity *~

If you love some one because you share every
thing with him...
Then it's not love... It's ~* Friendship *~

But if you feel the pain of the other person more
than him even when he is
stable and you cry for him...
That's ~* LOVE *~

If you get attracted to other people but stay with
him without any
regrets...
That's ~* LOVE *~

If you let him go knowing that he has to go but he
doesn't want to...
That's ~* LOVE *~


LOVE IZ....!"
LOVE IS WHEN u wake up, he is already on ur
mind
LOVE IS WHEN u lost ur heart, he iz all that u can
find
LOVE IS WHEN u want 2 be the 1 to dry his eyes
LOVE IS WHEN u see the truth in every 1 of his
lies
LOVE IS WHEN u want 2 listen 2 all his whims
and woes,
LOVE IS WHEN u want him 2 take care
everywhere he goes.
LOVE IS WHEN he calls u, ur heart goes a
flutter.....
LOVE IS WHEN u see him; "I LOVE HIM", u
silently shutter
LOVE IS WHEN u tell the world that u love him so
LOVE IS WHEN u have told the world but "HE"
does not know
LOVE IS WHEN ur eyes light up when u see him
there...


LOVE IS ALSO WHEN u hear ur heart breaks,
when he held hands with "her"
LOVE IS ALSO WHEN u crumbled inside when
they say it will LAST FOREVER
LOVE IS ALSO WHEN u cry inside yet smile
outside when they say "HI" 2 u
LOVE IS ALSO WHEN u held ur breath &
said: "How do u do..?"
LOVE IS ALSO WHEN u let him go...u know he is
happy now
LOVE IS ALSO WHEN u know u`ll get over him
somehow
LOVE IS ALSO WHEN his happiness is what
matters 2 u
LOVE IS ALSO WHEN u let him love her... and
not
love u true.


> ---------------------------------------------------------------------
> -
> ----

LOVE IS WHEN u`ll still love him..and still..he`ll
never know...
LOVE IS WHEN u`ll swallow the pain and slowly
let go...

Yet... love is a funny thing...


> ---------------------------------------------------------------------
> -
> ----

LOVE IS WHEN u smile when u hear its "him &
her" no more.....
LOVE IS WHEN u hear he sent her through the
door
LOVE IS WHEN u try 2 "BUMP" into him again...
LOVE IS WHEN he`ll say "HI" 2 u & there is no
more pain.


> ---------------------------------------------------------------------
> -
> ----

LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when he says
he loves u too
LOVE IS SUDDENLY RAEL LOVE when his life
revolves around u
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when he says
he has always loved u but he didnt
dare,
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when he says
he always loved u but thought u
didnt care,
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when now its
all coming true
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when u love
him and he loves u.....
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when now ur
life is nearly complete
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when
everyday its him u meet.
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when ur frnds
accept him too
LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when u can
have time for them & him & u


> ---------------------------------------------------------------------
> -
> ----

LOVE is of many splendour things... and a really
complex feeling so when u
love someone... just tell him... or her... u`ll never
know how itll turn
out... 1 way or the other, tell him before he is
gone... tell her before she
is taken...

CONFESS.. CONFESS.. AT THE RIGHT TIME..
WHAT`S THERE TO LOSE... WHEN PRIDE
AND EGO IS FORSAKEN U MIGHT NEVER
KNOW... HE OR SHE MIGHT LOVE U TOO. SHE
OR HE,

Wonder any of you has come across the above...I got it from a forwarded mail... :wink:

[pandaboy]

Hardest thing is learning to let go...

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby 7-11. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.

She said, "I miss you."

I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."

She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.

I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."

Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"

Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"

I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray.

The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the door that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

Taken from: Someone else's journal..but I read this before somewhere..email maybe?

[pandaboy]

It's long but worth reading

I cried for my brother 6 times......

I was born in a secluded village of a mountain. Days by days my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs facing the sky.

I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than me. Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around me seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father known about it right away.

He made my younger brother and me kneeled against the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand.
"Who stole the money?" he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't hear any of us admit, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"

The long stick smacked on my brother's back repeatedly.

Father was so angry that he kept on whipped my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learnt to steal from your own house now, what other embarrassing things you will do in the future?? You should be beaten to death! You shameless thief!"

That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His body full of injuries, but he didn't shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden I cried out loudly.

My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."

I still hate myself for didn't have enough courage to admit what I had done.

Years gone by, but the incident still looked like it just happened yesterday.

I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of his lower secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a province's university.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him said, "Both our children have good results? very good results?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped brother on his face.

"Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will sen! d you two to school until you both finish your study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brother's swollen face, and said, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to leave this depths of poverty."

Me, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study to university.

Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the side of my bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, get into an university is not easy. I will go find a job and send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager wait for you outside!"

Why is there a villager looking for me? I walked out, and saw my brother from afar, His whole body is dirty, covered by dust, cement and sands.

I asked him, "Why don't you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they know that I am your brother?,Don't they laugh at you?"

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dusts from my brother's body. And said with a lump in my throat, " I don't care of what people say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He wore it on me, and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one."

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the broken window had been repaired.And it looked so clean inside the house.

After, my boyfriend went home, I danced like a small girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you don't have to spend so many time cleaning the house!"

But she said with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He was injured while replacing the window." I went into my brother's small bedroom.

Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I put some ointment on his wound and bandaged it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him.

"No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when I was working in the construction site, stones falling on my feet all the time. Even that could not stop me from working and?"

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolling down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Lots of time my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want.

They said, once they left the village,they didn't know what to do.

My brother also didn't agree, he said, "Sis, you just taking care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We wanted my brother to get the job as the manager in the department of maintenance. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on starting to work as a reparation worker.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him. Looked at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,"Why did you reject to be a manager? Manager will not do something dangerous like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why you didn't want to listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended on his decision, "Think of brother-in-law?he just became the director, and I almost uneducated. If I became the manager, what kind of rumors will fly around?"

My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education also because of me!" "Why talking about the past?" My brother held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30years old when he married a farmer girl from the village.

In his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one you respect and love the most?"
Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in different village.

Everyday, my sister and I walked for 2 hours to go school and go home.

One day, I lost one of my pair of gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
She only wore one glove and walked for so far. When we got home, her hand was so trembled because of the weather that was so cold that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and be good to her."

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attentions to me.

Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank the most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!

[pandaboy]

There was once this guy who was very much in love with his girl.
This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small fly in his company and his future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together.

Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualise any future for the both of them, so let's go our own ways there and
then. Heartbroken, the guy agreed.

But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.
Finally with all the hardwork and the help of friends, this guy set up his own company.

"..... You never fail until you stop trying!"

One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella under the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched.
It didn't take him long to realise those were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury car. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his
own company, car, condo, etc. He'd made it!

Before the guy could realise, the couple walked towards a cemetary, and he got out of his car and followed
...... and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tomb stone... and he saw his papercranes
beside her

"..... Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you!"

Her parents saw him. He asked them how this happened. They explained, she did not leave for France after all. She was ill with cancer.
She had believed that he will make it someday but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him

"..... Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have!"

She had wanted her parents to put his papercranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again..... he can take some of them back with him...

"..... Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever!"

The guy just wept....

"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them. Think about it......"

[pandaboy]

She Won't Be Gone If Only U've Return Her Call

Chinie is a typical college girl who enjoys life
to
the fullest. She loves her boyfriend so much
and
texts him every now and then.

JM is Chinie's boyfriend who works in a call
center
in Ortigas. He's always busy doing so many
things. He only manages to reply to Chinie's
texts
when he got off from work.

One time JM receives a message from Chinie:
"hi baby! how r u? miss u! call me when u come
home k?! tc! lovu!"

JM ignored the message because he always
received the same message whenever it is time
for
him to go home from work.

"baby,i miss u already! did u eat yet?! take
care when u go home! ill be w8ing 4 ur call.
lovu!"

"baby,where r u?! u're not replying to my msg.
well,ill b here w8ing for ur call! lovu!"

JM reaches home and lay on his bed. The last
time he knew is tha he's reading Chinie's text.
He was so tired he fall asleep and wasn't able
to return Chinie's call. He can still hear his phone
beeps but he's too tired to take a glimpse on
the message.

When he woke up the next day, he remember
that
he needs to call Chinie. He ignored the
messages
and dialed Chinie's #. No one's answering in
her
house. He called up her cellphone and he was
surprised that her father answered the call. In
his
voice you can feel his tears and hear his heart
tearing apart.


"JM,why'd u call just now? Chinie's been waiting
for u!"

"Dad sorry.i was tired so i fell asleep.
i called at home but noone answered.wher are
u
now?."

"just wait for us at home"
JM went to Chinie's house and much to his
surprised he saw a lot of people inside. The
house
were so lighted but you can see the gloom on
every person you'll meet there. He was greeted
by
Chinie's mom on tears. She hug him tight
and cried on his shoulders.

"Chinie was waiting for u. she didnt go out with
us coz she was waiting for ur call. she was
killed las night by some robbers who came in
here. she's gone JM, she's gone"

"Ma,Chinie texted me last night..how could that
have happened?!"

JM can't look who's inside the coffin. He can't
move and it feels like his whole body is stucked
on the chair his seating. He wanted to cry but it
seems that something is blocking his tears to
fall down. He turn to his phone and read the
messages of Chinie.

"baby, ill be w8ing for u to call. i wont go out
with dad anymore!"

"baby, im scared. i think theres som1
downstairs. pls call me already!"

"baby, theyre here. wut f they kill me.
pls call me. baby where r u? i need you
here now. please baby i can hear them come..."

"baby.... i love you!..."
He wanted to shout and cry so loud. It's true
that
Chinie is waiting for his call. Up to her last
breath
she only thinks about him.

He stare at Chinie inside the coffin. Suddenly
tears starts flowing down his cheeks. He can't
say
anything. The only words he uttered...

"My baby,i'm so sorry! I could have known, i
could
have fight for you! i'm really sorry! I love you
so
much!"

[pandaboy]

If Only He Speaks Up More


3 yrs ago..
K|n n Angel was 2 lovely couple..
K|n was a full time SAF guy..who works all day n
didn't haf sufficient time 2 be wif Angel.. So Angel
offen pick up quarrels wif him due 2 tis.. at e
beginning of their relationship..dey promise
each other dey wil buy gifts for each other every
weekends..

As dey promise each other..Angel went 2 buy
Army designed action figures 4 K|n coz K|n
was in love wif tis kind of action figures.. N K|n.. he
wil always late for their date.. yet he onli went 2
buy a ring 4 her.. juz noting specially.. nt designed
RIng.. but at 1st.. Angel loves tat ring althought it's
simple..but aft a yr.. K|n stil buys her e same
ring.. n Angel started 2 get sick of e RIng.. but she
dun wish 2 tell K|n bout tis.. 2yrs ltr.. K|n called up
Angel n wish 2 mit her for a tok.. n K|n sound
serious..

Tat night..

K|n: dear..
Angel: Yes..
K|n: i'm goin off soon..
Angel: to Where?!
K|n: USA..
Angel: Y.. watz That 4?
K|n: USA army ask our country 2 go ther n haf a
exchange of Knowledge..
Angel: but y muz b u?!!
K|n: i oso nt sure but.. tml i'm leaving.. take tis...
Angel: tis again!! y u kip giving me tis STUPID
ring.. i dun wan tis(she pass back 2 k|n)!!!
K|n:..(turn n walk away..)

juz like tat.. K|n leaves.. Angel went home n cried
through out e nite.. juz hope K|n wil gif her a call..
but he didn't.. till e nxt day.. K|n called n told her he
is goin off soon.. he at e airport.. but by e time
Angel reach e airport.. K|n.. is no longer ther..

6months ltr...

Angel was on her way back.. she saw K|n..
K|n approached her n pass her e RIng again..

K|n: dear..except it please..
Angel: ..(speechless n took e RIng..)
K|n: dear..pls...4get mi..
Angel: WHAT?!?!
K|n: .....(turned n walk off...)
Angel: Wait!!

Angel run towards where K|n goes off 2 chase for
him but.. he disappeared.. Angel went home n
called K|n's house but his parents say he's nt
home yet.. she hang up n went 2 sleep.. the image
of K|n saying "4get me.. pls.." kip on comin into
Angel's mind.. suddenly.. her phone rings.. n she's
being shocked 2 wake up..

???: Hello??
Angel: U r??
???: I'm callin from American Univesity Hospital..
Angel: who u lookin 4?
Nurse: i'm looking for miss Angel..
Angel: I'm am..
Nurse: Erm..do u noe e guy who's name is K|n?
Angel: Ya..(wondering..)
Nurse: erm..sumting happen 2 him..he was on a
trip n he met a accident..a broken tree broke off n
hits directly on him..
Angel: How is he now?!?!?(crying..)
Nurse: Miss..pls relax n cool down..i'm sad 2 tell u
tat....He's DEAD..
Angel: No!..It can't be!!..i juz saw him!!..can i noe
wat time is his death?
Nurse: 2 hrs ago..
Angel: No!!..it's imposible!!!(Angel hang up e
phone..)

Angel cant believe it.. she cried n cried till her
eyes sore n her tear from tears.. become bleeds..
she can't take tis news.. days pass.. she been
not eating.. slpin.. or even rest.. but juz cry.. she
lock herself up in her room.. n she went 2 took all
those RIng that K|n bought 4 her.. her observe n
looks around at all e ring.. sunndenly.. she
realise.. inside every diamond.. there's a
words..

She took out all the ring den she realise she gt
she gt 25 diamond ring.. look carefuly.. she
realise.. all those ring forms up a sentence.. she
reads out.."Angel.. I.. Love.. U.. Pls.. Be.. Wif..
Me.. 4"..
she felt strange.. it's nt complete.. suddenly.. she
rmb e last ring tat K|n pass her.. she took out frm
her pocket n.. read.."Angel.. I.. Love.. U.. Pls.. Be..
Wif.. Me.. 4ever" ..she start 2 cry again..

Actually.. k|n was late 4 their date is becoz he
nid 2 rush aft his work n go n get tis designed
RIng.. n Angel doesn't noe bout it.. k|n is able 2
pass Angel e last ring.. it's nt him.. but his soul..[/b]

[pandaboy]

THE CAB RIDE
-----------

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.

But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door.
This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".
"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture
warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut.
It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.

What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL

[budakkerek]

what do you do when a guy you've met only once, said he loves you? love at first sight kinda things? you believe in dat? i'm in a jumble...blerghh.. :(

[polyjuice]

what do you do when a guy you've met only once, said he loves you? love at first sight kinda things? you believe in dat? i'm in a jumble...blerghh.. :(

personally, i feel like itz kinda illogical 2 juz fall w/o knowing d head n tail of d matter.datz my opinion, but i believe there r some who cling dearly 2 d belief dat love at 1st sight does happen.the chances r slim, but diz iz a very puzzling, mind-boggling world.u'll juz never know...anything can happen.juz follow ur heart, but use ur brain at d same time. :lol: my lecturer once told me, dun marry sum1 u can live with, marry sum1 u can't live without.true eh?i dunno... :?:

[budakkerek]

ehem, sounds like Mr. Ng ekekek

i guess..still thinking Hmm.... :?

[pandaboy]

Tazzy...why dont you post in Love Bits thread? The viewers of this thread is limited to SIG members...so not many ppl can read and help you with your problems here. So I'll transfer your posts to love bits thread ok?

I'll tell my opinion there too. :wink:

[budakkerek]

okey..sorry man..i kinda lost the other thread..so malas nak cari ekeke....moving on.. :P

[pandaboy]

Photos that will never make the news


http://img121.exs.cx/img121/9563/ca9wmtx79ht.jpg
http://img33.exs.cx/img33/7972/ca4hyb455lv.jpg
http://img121.exs.cx/img121/4320/cabdxvqa9vb.jpg
http://img121.exs.cx/img121/7/casjudkr9pa.jpg
http://img121.exs.cx/img121/3975/ca9or6bl5ch.jpg

Please pass the pictures on. Sometimes in our everyday lives we tend to forget what's going on elsewhere in the world and that the brave men and women of the service are just like you and I. They have family and friends back home who love them very much and are praying for their safe return. Feel for them and understand, they have no choice.

[PeiWen]

thanks for sharing such meaningful pics, pandaboy...
Yea, there are indeed much truth that pass by our eyes..and always the insignificant doings that wil bring a great big deal to others...something/ some actions you think are of not isgnificant to you, might bring a big change to others, such as your diminutive donation might just appears to be a great help to those who are in need.

[pandaboy]

thanks for sharing such meaningful pics, pandaboy...
Yea, there are indeed much truth that pass by our eyes..and always the insignificant doings that wil bring a great big deal to others...something/ some actions you think are of not isgnificant to you, might bring a big change to others, such as your diminutive donation might just appears to be a great help to those who are in need.

No problem, Pei Wen. Do contribute if you have anything interesting to share. :wink: Hopefully the articles here will make more people realise that we are ignoring many things....and learn how to appreciate these things more.

[pandaboy]

An hour of ur time


A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year
old son waiting for him at the door.


"Daddy, may I ask you a question?" "Yeah sure, what is it?"
replied the man. "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?" "That's none
of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.


"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an
hour?" pleaded the little boy. "If you must know, I make $20 an hour."
"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said,
"Daddy, may I please borrow $10?" The father was furious, "If the only
reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly
toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your
room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work
hard everyday for such this childish behavior."


The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The
man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's
questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After
about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy > with that $10 and
he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of
the little boy's room and opened the door.


"Are you asleep, son?" He asked. "No daddy, I'm awake,"
replied the boy. "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you
earlier," said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my
aggravation on you. Here's the $10 you asked for."


The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you
daddy!" He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some
crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money,
started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his
money, then looked up at his father.


"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the
father grumbled. "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the
little boy replied. "Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your
time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with
you."


Share this story with someone you like.... But even better,
share $20 worth of time with someone you love. It's just a short
reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time
slip through our fingers without having spent sometime with those who
really matter to us, those close to our hearts.


If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could
easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family & friends we left
behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to
think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family an
unwise investment indeed.

[PeiWen]

That's really a touching story, pandaboy. Well, that reflects the reality instead. In this vying world, everyone wishes to live well, wishes to have a good life, not to mention, our parents, who are willing to work hard, not to provide us a shelter, but hoping to provide everything that we want (of course, in many circumstances, not everything that we want, it's affordable, but undeniably, they always try their best to fulfill us). Even they rather stringt on themselves, paying our expenses to their noses, they hardly grumble or have any grouses. They always hide the hardness, the unbearable tiredness from us, they just hope the best and give us the best.
The situation depicted in the story, rather stresses on the importance of family ties. How much the children, especially the young ones yearn for their parents' attention, love and care. Hardly anyone of the children spare a thought for their parents, for the reason why the parents are working so hard?
It's always a two-way interaction, where the parents have to spare a thought for their children, whilst the children should learn to understand the hardship their parents are going through in order to support the whole family.

[pandaboy]

PeiWen, one day....the children will understand how much our parents sacrificed for us. Some realise sooner, some only realised it when they became parents themselves, and probably that time is already too late . Hope these stories will inspire everyone in some way, and learn to appreciate people whom we always neglect.

[PeiWen]

Well, many times, I always neglect my parents' feelings, whenever I'm pleading for something that they may not be able to fulfill me at the point of time. It's always the case that after I've realized it's wrong to throw tantrum, to show them unpleasant attitudes or expressions, only I regretted so much. Of course, if it involves severe case, I might have to regret it for the rest of my life!
With the opportunity here, I would like to salute and convey all my gratitude to them and I'll always love them no matter what. As they always put up with me, as they know I always never mean it to be stubborn or to hurt them in any way. But of course, I have to revise myself and learn to control my temper better, I promise!

[astraltruist]

Nothing about her was extraordinary.

Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.

She grew up in a family of six and being the eldest
she learned responsibility at an early age.

As she grew stronger and brighter, she instilled a
sort of light and cheer to whomever she met.

She was not beautiful, but she made others feel
better about themselves.

She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man
befriending him, she teaches him.

She teaches him how to read and a little boost,
the ' man' needed to go to college.

They become fast friends and she fell fast in love
with her rugged handsome student.

The ' man' then finds himself in love with a girl.

A girl who was so beautiful.

Her hair was a hallow of light around her

Her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean.

' Like an angel' he tells his tutor, ' like a
beautiful
angel.'

The girl swallows a lump at her throat.

She was not beautiful.

She did not posses the heart of the one he loved,
but she did not care.

As long as he was happy, she would be happy, or
so she tried to.

She helped write the most beautiful letters to his
angel.

All the time visioning it was she herself recieving
those very letters.

And so the girl helped him choose the right
clothes, say the right words, and buy the right gifts
for his angel.

His angel brought him much joy and much pain to
the girl who cried behind her smiles.

But that never stopped her from giving more than
she will ever receive.

Then one day, all of h--- broke loose.

The angel he loved left him for another man.

A richer more successful man.

The boy was stunned.

He was so hurt, he did not speak for days.

The girl went to him.

He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.

He was hurt and she was too.

Time went by and so wounds heal.

The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor.

Something he never realized before.

How her laughter sounded heavenly and how her
smiles brightened up the darkest days, or how
simply beautiful she looked to him!

Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to
him.

And he began to fall.

Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.

On one day, he picked up all his courage to see
her.

He walked to her house, nervous, and fidgeting.

Running his thoughts over and over his head.

He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to
him.

He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he
was with her.

He knocked. No one was home.

The next day, he found out that the beautiful girl he
fell in love with had a brain tumor that put her
into a
coma.

The doctors were grim and the family decided to
let her go.

One final time he got to see her.

He held her hand.

He stroked her hair and he cried for this beautiful
girl.

He cried, but it was too late.

The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens
broke.

Out a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world and
she had taught the rebel boy-man to love and what
it is to be loved.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Look around. Isn't there a lot of plain faces?

Take a good look. A real good look, or you might
just miss out that beautiful person.

Forever.

I should know.... wouldn't I?

[pandaboy]

Beautiful story, astraltruist.
Thanks for sharing.

Is that a true story? Where did you get that?

[wpyeoh]

Why do so many of these stories have sad endings? It always ends with either the girl or the guy dying. It's kinda depressing, if you ask me.

[PeiWen]

I guess the sad endings for most touching stories have already become so typical. That's where, and when people will feel their emotional feelings emerge and experience the feelings according to the fow of the stories. We hardly experience tears of joy, unless it's really something so unexpected and it really thrills you. Just like what I've studied about human behaviors, normally the negative feelings prone to be more conspicuous. :cry:

[pandaboy]

"You don't miss the water 'till the well runs dry."

Ever heard of this? It's a song title...

People tend not to appreciate something before they lost it...I guess...that's why the ending is always almost the same....a lost of a person...or rather....an irreversible lost...you will never ever get back that person again...

[PeiWen]

yea, that song by Boyz II Men....
Right there pandaboy, hardly anyone woud appreciate things, especially small trifle things around them, unless they really lose it one day, and that will make a significant difference in their life, then will they start to feel remorseful for not cherishing it at the inception.
How sad....uh???

[nicodemus]

Totally true....

People don't really appreciate people and things around them until they lost them...

Why this happen? Is this a human's mature?

They just neglect and treat people as a nonentity when the person is around but when he or she is missing, they mourn, cry everyday..... then only they really learn to appreciate the person around them.

Must people really go through one of these sad experiences before they really learn to appreciate? :?

[pandaboy]

yea, that song by Boyz II Men....
Right there pandaboy, hardly anyone woud appreciate things, especially small trifle things around them, unless they really lose it one day, and that will make a significant difference in their life, then will they start to feel remorseful for not cherishing it at the inception.
How sad....uh???

Er....it's a song by Craig David... Does Boyz II Men has a song with the same title too?

I guess that's just human nature.

[PeiWen]

pandaboy wrote:
Er....it's a song by Craig David... Does Boyz II Men has a song with the same title too?

Aiks, now I read back the thread that you've posted earlier, I think I did a mistake, Sorry....provided wrong information. I overlooked the "till the well runs dry" to "till the water runs dry"....sorry... :oops:

[pandaboy]

pandaboy wrote:
Er....it's a song by Craig David... Does Boyz II Men has a song with the same title too?

Aiks, now I read back the thread that you've posted earlier, I think I did a mistake, Sorry....provided wrong information. I overlooked the "till the well runs dry" to "till the water runs dry"....sorry... :oops:


Lol...no worries. The song by Craig David is nice....try to listen if you have the chance :wink:

[PeiWen]

Mmm, I only know some popular songs from Craig David such as "walking way", "7 days", "rendezvous".....

[pandaboy]

Actually I only got to know that song after one of the contestant in Malaysian Idol sang it... :wink:

[PINKPIGGY]

This site is so romantic....... :oops: Didn't thought that boys wil also post love stories?

http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home5/PG04878518/Love.html
A chinese website......

Are u in love???
If u like to get out from a noisy party and walk together outside only with her/him, you are in love with her/him

When you are together with her/him, you pretend to ignore her/him. But when she/he is not around you, you might look around to find her/him. At that moment , you are in love.

Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, your eyes and attention might go only to her/him. Then you are in love with her/him

Although she/he is supposed to call you a long ago to let you know shi /he arrive safely at home, your phone is quiet. Then, you realize that you are in panic for the waiting. At that moment, you are in love with her/him

When you look at a group picture, you might rather look for her/him(to know who was next to her/him or how she/he look like in that picture) than look for yourself. Then you realize that you are in love with her/him

You have to hook out your telephone line for your busy study. Bu t you cant do it for one phone call from her/him. Then you are in love with her/him.

If you are much more excited for one short e-mail from her/him than other, many long emails, you are in love with her/him

When you find yourself who cant erase full of messages in your answering machine for one message from her/him, you are in love.

When you get a couple of free movie tickets, you would not hesitate to think of her/him. Then you are in love

You keep telling yourself :"she/he is just a friend" but you realize that you cant help avoiding the special attraction from her/him. At the moment, you are in love with her/him

While you are reading this email, if someone appears in your mind, you are deeply on love with her/him..

[PINKPIGGY]

THE APPLE TREE

long back ago, there was a huge apple tree,
a little boy loved to play with it...
he loved 2 clim the tree, eat apples, take anap under it's shadow...

Times went on...
The boy grew up...
And he no longer play with the tree.
...
...

One day, the boy came...
The tree: "Hi, come N play with me.."
Boy: " i m not a kid, i don't play with trees, i want to play with toyS. I need money to buy them..."
The tree: " I don't hv money.. But u can pick all my apples and sell it to get some money.."
The boy picked all the apples of the tree & went...
But, he didn't turn back...

The tree was again sad...
One day, the boy came, he became a young man now...
The tree: "Hi, Y u r sad? Come N sit with me, i feel lonely Without u.."
The boy: " i don't hv time, i hv to worked 4 my family N build a home 4 them.. I need money..."
The tree: " u can take my branches N leaves 2 build yr house..."
The boy (man) cut the branches 2 build his house happily N went....

The tree was lonely....
After years....
The boy came back, He is old now...
The tree: "What do u need? Don't b sad!"
The boy (old man): " I feel lonely, Can i just sit on yr trunk N accompany u?"
The tree: "Yeah, My boy, i feel lonely all these years....."
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Is this boy cruel??
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We r just like him, the tree here represent our parents, whwn we need them, we wil seek help fr them....Then, they help us 2 solve our problem.... After that, we left them...LONELY... AFTER ALL, ALL THEY WANT JUST OUR COMPANY n CONCERN...

[masdie]

i read up most posts here. all are sad stories. and i realise that the key element here is communication. we should speak up, to the one we love, to the one we want to love, and to the one we hope love us. so speak up, tell us about it!

[budakkerek]

but stimes, not saying anything is the best way. stimes, saying too many things can make things become even worse.
but i guess, in most cases, not saying enough wrecks the relationship :( :(

And PeiWen,
that's a pretty old song by Craig david. but yea, it's a pretty good one. i love craig david!! ^_^

[vseehua]

bump

[icy_cold88]

should speak up, to the one we love, to the one we want to love, and to the one we hope love us.

Agreed.

[vseehua]

but stimes, not saying anything is the best way. stimes, saying too many things can make things become even worse.
but i guess, in most cases, not saying enough wrecks the relationship :( :(

And PeiWen,
that's a pretty old song by Craig david. but yea, it's a pretty good one. i love craig david!! ^_^expressing yourself is one of the best ways to get closer ;) I am pretty sure i don't want to go back home to a wife that keeps quiet all the time :p

-after a long pause of activity in this thread-

Got this exerpt from a post in the Incovar mailing list. I think it's very meaningful in it's description. Enjoy!

AS I was driving into the car park of a hospital, I noticed an elderly man and woman walking lovingly arm in arm, albeit slowly and with slight difficulty, towards the hospital building. It was obvious that at least one of them had a doctor?s appointment.

The scene warmed my heart. The two of them were smiling and talking to each other as though it was only yesterday that they had met and fallen in love.
Another instance that is deeply embedded in my mind was seeing an elderly woman in a wheelchair holding on tightly to her husband?s hand in that very same hospital. He stood steadfastly by her side, comforting her while they waited for a taxi. Through her weariness and distress, I could see that she found reassurance in her husband?s soothing words.

These days, young people have a terribly distorted view of love. Fed with idealistic ideas of romance, they expect fireworks and sparks to start flying when they meet someone whom they feel strongly attracted to and claim that they have fallen in love at first sight! They then plunge into a torrid love affair and begin building castles in the air, with fairy-tale dreams of how they think life together will be.

The elderly couples I have seen have made me think otherwise. True love is about learning to accept one another?s shortcomings, giving as well as taking, being responsible towards each other and most of all, learning to be contented with going through the mundane routine of everyday life together.

True love is being able to overlook the changes that occur in your spouse through the years. Your wife?s hourglass figure may be replaced by a pear-shaped one, and your husband?s athletic built may give way to a large potbelly. Wrinkles will line faces and hairlines will recede drastically.

But at the end of it all, when good health and vigour are replaced with ailments and sicknesses, as long as the two of you hold on fast to one another, there is no storm too rough that you cannot sail through. That, my friends, is what true love is all about.

After all, it is not how well you start on life?s journey together but rather, how you choose to spend your days as husband and wife that truly matters. It is a life-long process. For when all things fade away, these three will remain: faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love!

[starlemon]

This is a story of love. The love of a mother .

Maybe some of u guys may have received this forwarded msg. But still it is great to share here.:)

A good one-Mother


My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment.

She cooked for students & teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.

I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me?

I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.

The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!'

I wanted to bury myself.
I also wanted my mom to just disappear.
I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only goanna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?'

My mom did not respond...
I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because
I was full of anger.
I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.

So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own.
I had kids of my own.
I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my mother came to visit me.

She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.

I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!' GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'

And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.

So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.

After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died.
I did not shed a single tear.
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

' My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.
I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were
growing up..

You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and
lost your eye.
As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you
having to grow up with one eye.
So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my
place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,
Your mother.

Always tell someone that you love them because you never know what day
will be their last, or your own.

Always seek to resolve your problems or disagreements with loved ones
because if either of you should pass on before, the one who is left alive will have the rest of their life to ponder those unresolved feelings but will never find closure. And closure usually brings peace.