Touching Stories

[Lava Gal]

I am sure there are some stories which have made u shed tears without realizing...or maybe some would go like HUH...wat crap...anyway, feel free to contribute!

[Lava Gal]

My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving
important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys
and read the message.

"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who the sender was, I
deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I
tried to go back to sleep.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.

"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.

"Who the hell could this be asking for a txtmate at the wee hours of
the night?" I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted
the message.

I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and
everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My
parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a
cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could
monitor me even if they're miles away.

I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling
me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.

Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the
phone beeped again.

Same number...Such determination!

"Ply reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of
emptiness!!!" I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed
the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.

"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just
a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?"
I typed.

Seconds later came the reply.

"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2
b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"

"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.

"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine,"
she replied.

That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the
cellphone. We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that
night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had
to prepare for school!

And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it
loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned
to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my
phone beeped, hoping it would be her.

Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I
realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through
text messaging.

"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away
d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..." One day, she sent this
message to me.

I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold
on & nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on..."

I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d
pipol hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will
walk out of ur lyf & nvr come back again."

I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure
though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd
become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But
truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.

I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch
me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and
won't stay..."

I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every
word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending
messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep he r in my heart.

I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's.
Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define.
We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not
to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just
text each other.

But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd
long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never
answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which
I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I
could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they
came from the heart and cut through the heart.

"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes & der
u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer
dan 4ever..." One December night, she sent me this message. By that
time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how
happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we
felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.

I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2
do, hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read ur mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."

"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2
love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will
not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.

And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but
f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by
destiny but of free will."

Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always
answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."

Not se eing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for
her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she
felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our
lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought
that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.

Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At
first I just though she had ran out of prepaid. but there was something
that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made
me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer.
Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.

Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard
my phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her!

"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we st opped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE
is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."

I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I
texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her
but she would not answer.

For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate...
empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to
love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that
Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The
tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing
around me could feel the emptiness I felt.

Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell
beeped again. It was her!

"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message
was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again.
Hu rriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early,
but I wanted to be there before she arrived.

I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to
see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black,
deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose
perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was
beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a
flicker of something in them...sadness?

"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night.
The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat
and gave the roses I brought for her.

"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew
she loved pink roses.

"You are always welcome, Love"

"Julius, I can't stay," she said, sa dness in her voice, or was it
tears? "I really must go."

"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked,
pleadingly.

"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time
you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never
forget you...you will always be here in my heart." She was looking at me
straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice
and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was
something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...

She got up and smiled at me, lovingly. "Tomorrow morning, please come
and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.

I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.

....to be continued

[Dino]

I am sure there are some stories which have made u shed tears without realizing...or maybe some would go like HUH...wat crap...anyway, feel free to contribute!

Once in form 5, there was this girl, she was very pretty and had the biggest boobies in our year. Every boy talks about it. Every boy wants it. One day she was behind me in assembly and she accidently push her boobies on my back. I felt happy after that.

Thats my touching story!!! :laugh: :laugh:


Lava...i play play ah..... :squeeze:

[Lava Gal]

...continuation

The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied
myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a
dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.

They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I
told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.

The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me
to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he
was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was
brightly lit.

A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.

"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While
we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me
very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius.
I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why
Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great
hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe,
a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was
trembling and afraid.

As we entere d the hall where so many people were silently mourning
while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is
Mikaella?"

She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was
surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pink roses.

No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw
who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...

A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.

"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She
even asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that
way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."

I couldn't believe everything...My mind was in limbo.

"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."

"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been
suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.

"But..." I couldn 't find the words to say.

"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in
tears," she said you will come, and here you are.

Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her,
staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face
I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.

After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told
me she went everyday.

Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing u didnt teach me & it hurts mor
- u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"

I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her
CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected
a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine.
The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down
my cheeks as I read the message.

"Let go of d hand of d prson u love, but dnt let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 His hand. He may b holding d prson u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."

"I will never forget you, Mikaella and I will never let go..." I vowed
to her and to myself as I left the church.

[Lava Gal]

Once in form 5, there was this girl, she was very pretty and had the biggest boobies in our year. Every boy talks about it. Every boy wants it. One day she was behind me in assembly and she accidently push her boobies on my back. I felt happy after that.

Thats my touching story!!!

Lava...i play play ah..... :squeeze:

:laugh: ...dino oh dino! that fits d title very much indeed huh...TOUCHING ;)

[LiLiaN]

sounds like something from chicken soup books....
(not dino's story hor.. the julius and mika story)

[daBoss]

Once in form 5, there was this girl, she was very pretty and had the biggest boobies in our year. Every boy talks about it. Every boy wants it. One day she was behind me in assembly and she accidently push her boobies on my back. I felt happy after that.

Thats my touching story!!! :laugh: :laugh:


Lava...i play play ah..... :squeeze:
dem!!! like that oso can ah? you are dem deprived lah dino... :eek:

[LiLiaN]

dem!!! like that oso can ah? you are dem deprived lah dino... :eek:must ask hisham who that girl could be... :rolleyes:

[Hisham]

must ask hisham who that girl could be... :rolleyes:
Don't look at me. His form 5, I was already Schcotland.

[LiLiaN]

Don't look at me. His form 5, I was already Schcotland.dang... and i was hoping you could maybe shed some light on this...

[Lava Gal]

lil's started her detective work, ya ;) hmmm...interesting

[Lava Gal]

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame,
whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss
out
some warmth in human relationship to give each other support. Treasure
what
you have. Just a little story....


A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a
loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was
around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle
open.
He was late for work so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it
in
the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the
matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and
fascinated by its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous
medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed
the
mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was
stunned.
She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father
came
to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and
uttered
just four words.


QUESTIONS :


1. What were the four words ?


2. What is the implication of this story?


scroll down to read....

[Lava Gal]

so u guyz....wanna try guessing wat did d hubby tell the wife...in above story?

[KoChun]

Give up. Answers please.

[Lava Gal]

belum cuba...how 2 give up...dun la sooo unsporting....at least 3 answers

then i tell k :)

[KoChun]

belum cuba...how 2 give up...dun la sooo unsporting....at least 3 answers

then i tell k :)
1. F**k, what just happened?
2. Honey, I love you.
3. volcano, I don't know.

[Lava Gal]

let others try tooo... ;)

[KoChun]

let others try tooo... ;)
Huh? Bluff me, huh? :mad:

[Lava Gal]

no blufff...no bluff....common, KC...i meant 3 answers as in from 3 ppl....not 3 answers from u!
Sorry for miscomm....where got fun post Q & answer myself so far....

u might be right...
U might be wrong....
lav not revealing it so soon ;)

[LiLiaN]

honey, it is alright?

[KoChun]

no blufff...no bluff....common, KC...i meant 3 answers as in from 3 ppl....not 3 answers from u!
Sorry for miscomm....where got fun post Q & answer myself so far....

u might be right...
U might be wrong....
lav not revealing it so soon ;)
Do you know what pm is for? :p

[LiLiaN]

Do you know what pm is for? :p:laugh: nice try!

[Lava Gal]

erm....duno la KC....:p

i'm not falling for that

[KoChun]

:laugh: nice try!
Alas, it did not work. :sad-2:

[LiLiaN]

an attempt is better than none! :smile-2:

[KoChun]

an attempt is better than none! :smile-2:
Yup. :p

[Lava Gal]

bravo for trying kochun! :) haha...

[KoChun]

bravo for trying kochun! :) haha...
Haha, so any points for me, for trying so haaaaaaaaaard.

[Lava Gal]

aiya....this one oso got give point meh...:p

may..be....will post it before i go MIA...

hmmm...or shud i do it when i come bek next week...la...laaaa....laaaa

[Lava Gal]

both Kochun & Lilian were almost right...

as promised, posting this as my 4K post :D

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The
child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point
in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to
keep the bottle away, this would not happen. No one to be blamed. She had
lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and
sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would
Be much fewer problems in the world. Take off all your envies, jealousies,
unforgiving attitude, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things
are actually not as difficult as you think.

no roti canai & teh tarik tis time, kochun...instead tat answer was for u...tot of posting when im bek....but dowan u to :crying:

Yea!!! :D i achieved my target...
:( time's up for volcanoe
nite nitez...forum!!! Sleep tight forummers

[KoChun]

Haha, expected this type of answer liao lah.

Anyway, well done. Hitting 4,000 posts right at 12:00am. :)

[noname]

*phew*... long story.. but the story seem to be too true... fake ke?

[LiLiaN]

dunno... there are some unbelievable real life stories sometimes...

[Lava Gal]

Boy and gal were deeply in love.. They were the perfect couple in all their friends' eyes. They went out together like all couples do and enjoy each other company and love. However there is one thing, boy don't understand.
Everytime when it rains, gal would love to go out in the rain alone and seems like enjoying herself. Boy always wanted to join the gal in the rain, but gal
stopped him and said that she was afraid he would get sick. Boy didn't mind so much, thinking that as long as she is happy, he will be happy as well. Good
things never last, their love lasted for one year and boy met another gal. The love for this other gal is so much stronger and boy finally initated the breakup.
Gal know that she has to let him go because boy is like a wild horse, he enjoy the freedom of running in the grassland wildly.On the last day of their relationship, boy sent gal home. Boy give his last goodnight kiss on to gal and said that he was
sorry for everything. Before they parted, boy ask gal one question, "How come you always like to go out in the rain alone, without me accompany you?" Gal give a feint smile, and say "Because I don't want to let you see me crying in the rain . . .

[LiLiaN]

why the heck is she crying for???!

[Lava Gal]

Haha, expected this type of answer liao lah.

Anyway, well done. Hitting 4,000 posts right at 12:00am. :)

quite typical....but how many wud do it in real life? :sus:

and well....yea...i did hit it right at 12am tat day huh....real marathon :p
did some lil editing after tat though ;)

[Lava Gal]

why the heck is she crying for???!
aku pun tak tahu.....

[KoChun]

why the heck is she crying for???!
I was about to ask too.

[LiLiaN]

adui... something wrong with her, crying everytime it rained...

[Lava Gal]

*phew*... long story.. but the story seem to be too true... fake ke?
hmmm....dont know...too true?? not from my life though... :laugh: :laugh:

[KoChun]

aku pun tak tahu.....
Saya tahu.

Girls like to cry. :laugh:

[Lava Gal]

adui... something wrong with her, crying everytime it rained...
maybe remind her of sumthing sad...tatz a mystery to me too

[LiLiaN]

Saya tahu.
Girls like to cry. :laugh:not me...

[KoChun]

not me...
Okay, rephrase.

Most girls like to cry, but not Lilian. :cheesy:

[LiLiaN]

Okay, rephrase.
Most girls like to cry, but not Lilian. :cheesy:good, glad we clear that... :laugh:

[Lava Gal]

correction plz....

KoChun...i believe girls DON'T LIKE to cry any more than guys do....juz tat they r more free in expressing themselves. more brave in d aspect of letting down their guard...so, when they cry, there is a reason....but whether they wanna share it or not is another thing alltogether...sometimes crying relieves d burden, at least a lil less than sharing/talking out problems wif someone lo...there's a reason for everything:)

[Lava Gal]

btw....reminds me of something someone told me sometime....guys who know how to cry (express sadness when appropriate) are true MEN ;)

[LiLiaN]

errm... measuring a true man or not is not through their crying ability hor...

[Hisham]

errm... measuring a true man or not is not through their crying ability hor...
Yes. It's actually their ability to sling live goats (at the very least raccoon dogs) through the air using a catapult, carefully calculation their trajectory, is what's important in measuring the quality of a true man.

[Lava Gal]

erm...catching rats? ;)

[KoChun]

erm...catching rats? ;)
Aiks, rat again?

[LiLiaN]

Yes. It's actually their ability to sling live goats (at the very least raccoon dogs) through the air using a catapult, carefully calculation their trajectory, is what's important in measuring the quality of a true man.LMAO... :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

[Sarah]

I enjoyed every bit of the stories lavanya shared... somemore somemore???

When is lavanya coming back???

[cucuan]

btw....reminds me of something someone told me sometime....guys who know how to cry (express sadness when appropriate) are true MEN ;)

lavanya,

That's what I call emotional maturity.

cucuan

[Lava Gal]

I enjoyed every bit of the stories lavanya shared... somemore somemore???

When is lavanya coming back???
glad u loved savouring those stories, Artie...though some are a tad too long oh...i am back :D
1 lazy week in Sitiawan...and now fully recharged ;)
its a wonder my jaw didnt drop off...i talked way too much this past 1 week...now back to my fingers to take over d job :p

[Lava Gal]

lavanya,

That's what I call emotional maturity.

cucuan

:)

[Lava Gal]

both Kochun & Lilian were almost right...

as promised, posting this as my 4K post :D



no roti canai & teh tarik tis time, kochun...instead tat answer was for u...tot of posting when im bek....but dowan u to :crying:

Yea!!! :D i achieved my target...
:( time's up for volcanoe
nite nitez...forum!!! Sleep tight forummers

well well...i came across the same story again...and this answer was slightly more lenghty; tot of sharing this extended version too...


The husband just said, "I Love You Darling ". The
husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive
behavior. He is indeed a genius in human
relationships. The child is dead. He can never be
brought back to life. There is no point in finding
fault with the mother. She had also lost her only
child. What she needed at that moment was
consolation and sympathy fro m the husband.
That is what he gave her. If everyone can look at
life with this kind of perspective, there would be
much fewer problems in the world. To be happy
with a man you must understand him a lot and
love him a little. To be happy with a woman you
must understand her a lot and love her with all
your heart. "A journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step." Take off all your
envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and
fears AND you will find things are actually not so
difficult as you think." There are many beautiful,
charming and wonderful men and women here on
earth, it's just a matter of who you get to meet
along the way and who you choose to end up with
for the rest of your life. "Love has its own time,
season and reason. You can't ask for it to stay.
You can only embrace it when it comes and be
glad that for a moment in your life, it was yours!

[Lava Gal]

I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, playing in
the sand. They were hard at work building an elaborate sandcastle by the
water's edge, with gates and towers and moats and internal passages. Just
when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along
and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand. I expected the
children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their
hard work. But they surprised me..

Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water,laughing and holding
hands, and sat down to build another castle. I realized that they had taught
me an important lesson. All the things in our lives, all the complicated
structures we spend so much time and energy creating, are built on sand.
Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wave
will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh . . .

[Lava Gal]

Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his lifelong
friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out to
bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but don't
think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw
your life away.."

The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.
Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder
and brought him back to their company's trench. The officer checked the
wounded soldier , then looked kindly at his friend.

"I told you it wouldn't be worth it..," he said. "Your friend is dead and you
are mortally wounded.." " It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier..

"What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. " Your friend is
dead." "Yes Sir," the soldier answered, " but it was worth it because when I
got to him,he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him
say...." Jim...I knew you'd come..."

Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends on
how u look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your heart tells
you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in your life . . .

[Lava Gal]

I have to admit this story is a bit ridiculous...but there is a message there orite

I have this special friend named
Bobby.He was very
sweet and caring. He always checked on me and
treated me a 'special' person.

Suddenly I realized, he was falling for me. On
March 14, he proposed to me but i rejected as i
was hurt badly by my ex-boyfriend . but we were
still friends. He remained sweet and loving to me.
Every 14th of the month he would say, ", I have to
tell you something..." but will not continue it and
say it was nothing. I became curious, was he
about to propose to me again ? But I continued to
trust him.

our graduation is coming -- on March 14, 4 years
later.I knew that after this night, my family and I
would be leaving for the states. We knew this time
would come, and I never expected it to hurt so
much. But I have to go and leave him. We
promised to stay in touch and never forget each
other. he gave me a box of chocolates, flowers,
pictures of us together and a locket.

and so, I left with memories of bobby in my heart.
We always e- mailed each other and
communicated. I told him how I loved life
here, I partied every Friday with my friends, went
shopping...I was living the life I always wished I
had. But I was never able to read Bobby's last letter
because of my hectic schedule. I promised myself
to read it when I found the time. Then suddenly, it
stopped (his letters and e-mails). I was wondering
why he isn't writing to me anymore. But I
understand maybe he has work to do. He didn't
even greet me on March 14. After several months
still without communication, I found time to read
his last letter and it was the most shocking
moment in my life

-- Sally , This is my last letter to you. remember
when I was supposed to tell you something
important but was never able to do so?


I wanted to tell you that my "moment" (it means
death) is March 14, exactly 1 year later after you
left and 5 years after I proposed to you. That was
what the doctor said. I have this sickness, I forgot
what it was called. All I know is that I'm going
to die soon. I'm not telling you to come back
after reading this letter, I just wanted to let you
know that I will always love you and that forever
you will be in my heart.

I love you Sally .
Thank you for changing me.
Thank you for everything.
Goodbye

I'm gonna miss you
Lots of love,
Bobby

I wanted to cry and shout his name. March 14 was
3 months ago! He died 3 months ago! And I never
knew because I was so busy enjoying my life here
when someone I loved so much was suffering
from an unidentified sickness. Up to this day I still
feel guilty, I could have been right beside Bobby
when he was ill, but I was here partying and eating
my heart out. I was so guilty. He died. Bobby died.
Until his last breath he wanted to be with me. But I
wasn't there. I went back to the Auzz and
visited his grave.

In it was written,
"To Bobby, who loved Sally so much,
may he forever rest in peace"
And he died on March 14.

March 14, when this day comes, I cry, laugh, think
and feel guilty, this day I feel mixed emotions. I
hate myself. Why do I have to read his last letter
when it was too late? Why do I have to leave
anyway? These questions keep going on my mind.
But I can do nothing now. Bobby is up there. I
guess he wanted me to be happy. I still love
Bobby. And I miss him so much....


The ridiculous thing i found was how on earth can someone presict exactly when u r gonna die....*slaps forehead*

[Lava Gal]

A Father Passing By His Son's Bedroom Was Astonished To See The Bed
Was Nicely Made And Everything Was Picked Up. Then He Saw An
Envelope Propped Up Prominently On The Centre Of The Bed. It Was
Addressed, "dad".

With The Worst Premonition, He Opened The Envelope And Read The
Letter With Trembling Hands:

Dear Dad,

It Is With Great Regret And Sorrow That I'm Writing This. I Had
To Elope With My New Girlfriend Because I Wanted To Avoid A Scene With
Mom And You.

I've Been Finding Real Passion With Barbara And She Is So Nice
Even With All Her Piercing, Tattoos, And Her Tight Motorcycle Clothes.
But It's Not Only The Passion Dad, She's Pregnant And Barbara Said That
We Will Be Very Happy.

Even Though You Don't Care For Her As She Is Much Older Than I, She
Already Owns A Trailer In The Woods And Has A Stack Of Firewood For
The Whole Winter. She Wants To Have Many More Children With Me And
That's Now One Of My Dreams Too.

Barbara Taught Me That Marijuana Doesn't Really Hurt Anyone And
We'll Be Growing It For Ourselves And Trading It With Her Friends For All
The Cocaine And Ecstasy We Want. In The Meantime, We'll Pray That
Science Will Find A Cure For Aids So Barbara Can Get Better; She
Sure Deserves It!!

Don't Worry Dad, I'm 15 Years Old Now And I Know How To Take Care
Of Myself. Someday I'm Sure We'll Be Back To Visit So You Can Get To
Know Your Grandchildren.

Your Son, Sam



P.s. Dad, None Of This Is True. I'm Over At The Neighbour's House.
I Just Wanted To Remind You That There Are Worse Things In Life Than My
Report Card That's In My Desk Centre Drawer.

I Love You!
Call When It's Safe For Me To Come Home.

[dragoncity99]

Lav,

Did he mention bout Michael sharing alcohol and pornorgraphy?

Did he mentioned how Michael met his first boyfriend before him?

Just curious bout the specific contents of the letter loh.

[Lava Gal]

Michael who ???

[dragoncity99]

Michael who ???

Michael Jantan

[Lava Gal]

hah! tot so...but i dun see apa itu "jantan(???)" has got to do here :blink:

[dragoncity99]

Lav,

Soooo smart girl ya ekekeke :P

Juz the BM version of MJ. Hehe.

Where did u get the stories from ya? Very touching and interesting, izzit from u experience mah?

Do u believe on ghost? haha juz asking oni....

[Lava Gal]

glad u enjoy reading the storie...personal experience????

NAHhhh....how can so young so much experience dee:p

its mostly from forwarded mails....

as for ghosts, nope, not really...but i do believe in spirits (like they say those who commit suicide might roam around abit, u know...hehe...maybe they hang aorund in limbo a while) *shrugh* all gray areas lar...
btw any further discussion bout ghost, go to my thread & chat ya :)

[Lava Gal]

"He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."
~ this verse puzzled a woman about d character and nature of God. She set out to find the process of refining silver.

That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to
watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her
interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.


As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire
and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to
hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest
as to burn away all the impurities.


The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot then she
thought again about the verse that says:

"He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver."

She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man
answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in be destroyed.

The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How
do you know when the silver is fully refined?"

He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy when I see my image
in it."

If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has
His eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you

[KoChun]

If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you
I am tall and therefore I am hot. :p

[Lava Gal]

ahhh...but a bit terpesong 4m this thread liao :p

[dragoncity99]

ahhh...but a bit terpesong 4m this thread liao :p

How bout funny/scary stories, touching makes me wanna touch something now.

[Lava Gal]

Tell me what got into you..? How did you do it . . ?

A teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very
special relationship. The father believed in encouragement.

This young man was the smallest of the class when he entered high
school. His father continued to encourage him but also made it very
clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the
young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined
to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he
became a senior. Even though the son was always on the bench, his
father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game.

All through high school he never missed neither a practice nor a
game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful
father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement
for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out
for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could
never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him
on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice,
and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and
hustle they badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled
him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father.

His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all
the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed
practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play
in the game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he
trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off
game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the
telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled
to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss
practice today?"

The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the
rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game
on Saturday." Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well.
In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent
young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on
his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players
were astounded to see their faithful team-mate back so soon.
"Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man.
The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his
worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted,
and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said.
"You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the
stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never
played before, was doing everything right.

The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and
tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied.
In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran
all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His team-mates
hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you've never heard! Finally,
after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker
room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner
all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were
fantastic!

Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you
knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The
young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my
games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to
show him I could do it . . . "


SO - REMEMBER RIGHT NOW:


* Somebody is very proud of you.
* Somebody is thinking of you.
* Somebody is caring about you.
* Somebody misses you.
* Somebody wants to talk to you.
* Somebody wants to be with you.
* Somebody hopes you are not in trouble.
* Somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
* Somebody wants to hold your hand.
* Somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
* Somebody wants you to be happy.
* Somebody wants you to find him / her.
* Somebody wants to give you a gift.
* Somebody wants to hug you.
* Somebody thinks you ARE a gift.
* Somebody admires your strength.
* Somebody wants to protect you.
* Somebody can't wait to see you.
* Somebody loves you for who you are.
* Somebody treasures your spirit.
* Somebody is glad that you are their friend.
* Somebody wants to get to know you better.
* Somebody wants to be near you.
* Somebody wants you to know they are there for you.
* Somebody would do anything for you.
* Somebody wants to share their dreams with you.
* Somebody is alive because of you.
* Somebody needs your support.
* Somebody will cry when they read this.
* Somebody needs you to have faith in them.
* Somebody trusts you.
* Somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.

Don't cry because it is over - smile because it happened . . .

[Lava Gal]

How bout funny/scary stories, touching makes me wanna touch something now.
scary stories...i believe we have a thread for ghost stories...funny - our jokes thread ;)
touch ahh... :laugh: :laugh: touch urself lar!

[dragoncity99]

How bout Scary Story (1,2,3)--> Since got Scary Movie (1,2,3) on the cinema?

I touch my body until sien oledi lah, it's time to touch someone elses' body mah. ahahahaha

[Lava Gal]

A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:

"This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package."

He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.

"She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:

"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion".
I still think those words changed my life.

Now I read more and clean less.

I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.

I spend more time with my family, and less at work.
I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.

I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.
She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.

I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... letters that I wanted to write "One of these days".
I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how much I love them.
Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives.
And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.
Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
If you got this, it's because someone cares for you and because, probably, there's someone you care about.
If you're too busy to send this out to other people and you say to yourself that you will send it "One of these days", remember that "One day" is far away... or might never come.

[Chris C]

How very true.......and often we only realised and regrets it when it's too late...

[Lava Gal]

There were about 70 scientists working on a very hectic project. All of them
were really frustrated due to the pressure of work and the demands of their
boss but everyone was loyal to him and did not think of quitting the job.

One day, one scientist came to his boss and told him - Sir, I have promised
to my children that I will take them to the exhibition going on in our
township. So I want to leave the office at 5 30 pm.

His boss replied "OK, You're permitted to leave the office early today"

The Scientist started working. He continued his work after lunch. As usual
he got involved to such an extent that he looked at his watch when he felt
he was close to completion.The time was 8.30 PM. Suddenly he remembered of
the promise he had given to his children.

He looked for his boss,,He was not there. Having told him in the morning
itself, he closed everything and left for home.

Deep within himself, he was feeling guilty for having disappointed his
children.He reached home. Children were not there.His wife alone was sitting
in the hall and reading magazines.

The situation was explosive, any talk would boomerang on him. His wife asked
him "Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if
you are hungry.

The man replied "If you would like to have coffee, i too will have but what
about Children ??"
Wife replied "You don't know ?? Your manager came here at 5.15 PM and has
taken the children to the exhibition "

What had really happened was ... The boss who granted him permission was
observing him working seriously at 5.00 PM. He thought to himself, this
person will not leave the work, but if he has promised his children they
should enjoy the visit to exhibition.

So he took the lead in taking them to exhibition

The boss does not have to do it everytime. But once it is done, loyalty is
established.

That is why all the scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss
eventhough the stress was tremendous.

By the way , can you hazard a guess as to who the boss was..?

He was none other than Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, President of India . . .

[Lava Gal]

Perseverance can make miracles happen . .

An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little
brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money
left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could not
afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor's bills.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one to
loan them the money.

When she heard daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered
desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now', the child went to her
bedroom and pulled a glass jar from its hiding place in the closet. She
poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.
Clutching the precious jar tightly, she slipped out the back door and
made her way six blocks to the local drug Store. She took a quarter from
her jar and placed it on the glass counter.

"And what do you want?" asked the pharmacist. "It's for my little
brother," the girl answered back. "He's really, really sick and I want
to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His name is Andrew and he
has something bad growing inside his head and my daddy says only a
miracle can save him. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the pharmacist said,
smiling sadly at the little girl. "Listen, I have the money to pay for
it. If it isn't enough, I can try and get some more. Just tell me how
much it costs." In the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down
and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother
need?" "I don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "He's
really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay
for it, so I have brought my savings". "How much do you have?" asked the
man. "One dollar and eleven cents, but I can try and get some more", she
answered barely audibly. "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A
dollar and eleven
cents the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."
He took her money in one hand and held her hand with the other. He
said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and
meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you
need." That well-dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without
charge and it wasn't long before Andrew was home again and doing well.
"That surgery," her mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how
much it would have cost." The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how
much the miracle cost one dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of
a little child . . .

[Lava Gal]

A student ask a teacher, "what is love?"
The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the padi field and choose the biggest padi and come back.
But the rule is: you can go throught them only and cannot turn back to pick."
The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big padi,but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.
Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is a even bigger one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the padi field, he start to realise that the padi is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regreted.
So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.
The teacher told him, "...this is love...you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realise, you have already miss the person...."

"What is marriage then?" the student asked.
The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back.
But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."
The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage!"

[Lava Gal]

Never Give UP!

One day I decided to quit... I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...

I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.

But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said. "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.

In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo see. I would not quit." He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."

He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."

"Don't compare yourself to others." He said.

"The bamboo had a different Purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"

"How high should I rise" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise" He asked in return.

"As high as it can" I questioned.

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest and bring back this story.

I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.

[malcolm]

wah....so inspiring.....
hehehhe...

[Lava Gal]

hey malc, hope 2 see u more in here ;)
back in Sitiawan??

[Lava Gal]

Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day,
he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to
his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was
the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went
through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every
road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need
thousands of cows' skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.

Then one of his wise servant dared himself to tell the king, "Why do you
have to spend that unnecessary amount of money ? Why don't you just cut a
little piece of leather to cover your feet ?"

The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a
"shoe" for himself.

There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story : to make this
world a happy place to live, you better change yourself - your heart; and
not the world . . .

[Lava Gal]

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.

He asks one of his new students to stand and.....

Prof: So you believe in God?
Student: Absolutely, sir.

Prof: Is God good?
Student: Sure.

Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student: Yes.

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.
Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?
Student: (Student is silent.)

Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Is Satan good?
Student: No.

Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student: From...God...

Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?
Student: Yes.

Prof: So who created evil?
Student: (Student does not answer.)

Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student: Yes, sir.

Prof: So, who created them?
Student: (Student has no answer.)

Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student: No , sir.

Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.

Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student: Yes.

Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.

Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.

Student: And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.

Student: No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold.
We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that.
There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat.
We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?

Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.
You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it?
In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?

Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?

Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God.
You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can
measure.
Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.
Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor.
Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
Prof: (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize
where the argument is going.)

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir?
Are you not a scientist but a
preacher?
Prof: (The class is in uproar.)

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?
Prof: (The class breaks out into laughter.)

Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so.
So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable
protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

Prof: (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.

Student: That is it sir.. The link between man & God is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving & alive.


NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll
probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't
you?...forward them to increase their knowledge...

[LiLiaN]

someone posted this before i think...

[TK Ho]

Once in form 5, there was this girl, she was very pretty and had the biggest boobies in our year. Every boy talks about it. Every boy wants it. One day she was behind me in assembly and she accidently push her boobies on my back. I felt happy after that.

Thats my touching story!!! :laugh: :laugh:


Lava...i play play ah..... :squeeze:

Wah Dino, you lucky fellow :D . I know who you mean. btw what happened to her?

[Dino]

Wah Dino, you lucky fellow :D . I know who you mean. btw what happened to her?

No idea....but i am curios where she is.

[Voon Chan]

Why?

Want to write another touching story?:)

No idea....but i am curios where she is.

[Dino]

Why?

Want to write another touching story?:)

After i came to US...its not called touching anymore!!!

[cucuan]

Once in form 5, there was this girl, she was very pretty and had the biggest boobies in our year. Every boy talks about it. Every boy wants it. One day she was behind me in assembly and she accidently push her boobies on my back. I felt happy after that.

Thats my touching story!!! :laugh: :laugh:


Lava...i play play ah..... :squeeze:


In my time we called that "Cheap Thrill". :D

cucuan

[TK Ho]

After i came to US...its not called touching anymore!!!

You mean it is very common happening-ah?

[Lava Gal]

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave
the
examination room and said,
"Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other
side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You, a Christian man, does not know what is
on
the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other
side
came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a
dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of
gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my
dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that
his
master was here, and when the door
opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on
the other side of death, but I do know
one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough."

Is your master waiting on the other side?

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are
meant
to be.

[siewjang]

This story a bit not logic la. How come hospital also got dog wan. :confused:

[dragoncity99]

This story a bit not logic la. How come hospital also got dog wan. :confused:

ROFL hahaha, wah Sis Ah Jang, so cute & innocent lah....i can't stop laughing when u say that.

[Lava Gal]

He met her on a party. She was so
outstanding,
many guys chasing after her, while he so
normal,
nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the
party, he invited her to have coffee with him,
she was surprised, but due to being polite, she
promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he
was
too nervous to say anything, she felt
uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go
home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would
you
please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in
my
coffee."
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His
face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his
coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously; why you have this
hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I
was
living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I
could
feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of
the
salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty
coffee,
I always think of my childhood, think of my
hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I
miss
my parents who are still living there". While
saying
that tears filled his eyes.

She was deeply touched.That's his true feeling,
from the bottom of his heart. A man who can
tell
out his homesickness, he must be a man who
loves home, cares about home, has
responsibility
of home. Then she also started to speak,
spoke
about her faraway hometown, her childhood,
her
family. That was a really nice talk, also a
beautiful
beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that
actually he was a man who meets all her
demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted,
warm, careful. He was such a good person but
she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty
coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful
love story , the princess married to the prince,
then
they were living the happy life... And, every
time
she made coffee for him, she put some salt in
the
coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a
letter
which said: "My dearest, please forgive me,
forgive
my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to
you-
--the salty coffee. Remember the first time we
dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I
wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard
for
me to change so I just went ahead.I never
thought
that could be the start of our communication! I
tried
to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I
was too afraid to do that, as I have promised
not
to lie to you for anything..

Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you
the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a
strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty
coffee
for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel
sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with
me
is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If
I can live for the second time, still want to
know
you and have you for my whole life,even
though I
have to drink the salty coffee again".

Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday,
someone asked her: what's the taste of salty
coffee?

It's sweet. She replied.

Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but
2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let
go
but 2 HOLD ON !!!!

Don't ever leave the one you love for the one
you
like, because the one you like will leave you for
the
one they love.

[alfred98]

So touch!! That fellow died of hypertension iszi... :D

[Lava Gal]

high possibility!

[Lava Gal]

"When I pick up a person from the street, hungry, I give him a plate of rice, a piece of bread. But a person who is shut out, who feels unwanted, unloved, terrified, the person who has been thrown out of society - that spiritual poverty is much harder to overcome.

Those who are materially poor can be very wonderful people. One evening we went out and we picked up four people from the street. And one of them was in a most terrible condition.

I told theSisters: "You take care of the other three; I will take careof the one who looks worse." So I did for her all that my love can do. I put her in bed, and there was such a beautiful smile on her face. She took hold of my hand, as she said one word only: "Thank you" - and she died. I could not help but examine my conscience before her.

And I asked: "What would I say if I were in herplace?"And my answer was very simple. I would have tried to draw a little attention to myself. I would have said: "I am hungry, I am dying, I am cold, I am in pain, or something" But she gave me much more - she gave me her grateful love. And she died with a smile on her face.

Then there was the man we picked up from the drain, half eaten by worms and, after we had brought him to the home, he only said, "I have lived like an animal in the street, but I am going to die as an angel, loved and cared for." Then, after we had removed all the worms from his body, all he said, with a big smile, was: "Sister, I am going home to God" - and he died.

It was so wonderful to see the greatness of that man who could speak like that without blaming anybody, without comparing anything. Like an angel - this is the greatness of people who arespiritually rich even when they are materially poor.... LIFE Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realise it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is costly, care for it.
Life is wealth, keep it.
Life is love, enjoy it.
Life is mystery, know it.
Life is a promise, fulfil it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
~Mother Teresa~

[malcolm]

He met her on a party. She was so
outstanding,
many guys chasing after her, while he so
normal,
nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the
party, he invited her to have coffee with him,
she was surprised, but due to being polite, she
promised. ..........

This story is so sweet!!! This reminds me of a sweet, charming girl whom i had dinner with a few days ago. :)
It was our first time meeting after almost 2 years!
haih...too bad she is taken!

[Lava Gal]

maybe if u take salt instead of sugar in ur coffee...or any drink for that matter, she'll fall 4 u instead ;)

hru la, malcolm...ages didnt 'see' u! didnt come home 4 CNY? didnt see u at the gathering either...

[malcolm]

yeah right...i will get high blood pressure and i shall call help Dr Lava!!! hehe :D

[Lava Gal]

yeah right...i will get high blood pressure and i shall call help Dr Lava!!! hehe :D
:p

;)

[Lava Gal]

STUPIDITY HAS NO LIMITS

A woman decides to have a facelift for her
birthday. She spends $5000 and feels pretty
good about the results.

On her way home, she stops at a news stand
to buy a newspaper. Before leaving she says
to the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking,
but how old do you think Iam?" "About 32," is
the reply. "Nope! I'm exactly 47, " the woman
says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald's and
asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, "I guess about 29." The woman
replies, "Nope, I'm 47." Now she's feeling really
good about herself.

She stops in a drug store on her way down the
street. She goes up to the counter to get some
mints and asks the clerk this burning question.
The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." Again she
proudly responds, "I am 47, but thank you."

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks
an old man waiting next to her the same
question. He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eye
sight is going. Although, when I was young,
there was a sure way to tell how old a woman
was. It sounds very forward, but it requires
you to let me put my hands under your bra.
Then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are."

They wait in silence on the empty street until
curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts
out, "What the heck, go ahead." He slips both
of his hands under her blouse and under her
bra and begins to feel around very slowly and
carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast.
He gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her
breasts together and rubs them against each
other. After a couple of minutes of this, she
says,"Okay, okay,...how old am I?" He
completes one last squeeze of her breasts,
removes his hands, and says, Madam, you are
47.

"Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That
was incredible, how could you tell?" The old
man replies, "Promise you won't get mad?" "I
promise I won't." she says. He replies, "I was
behind you in line at McDonald's."

[Oddfather]

hahaha.....good one...LavaG....

[Lava Gal]

:laugh: Laughter...the best medicine! couldnt find a more appropriate thread for this story ;)

[Oddfather]

Fav jokes thread lor....
Thats cheating but I'll take it!!!

[Lava Gal]

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:

"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain

One night, at 11:30 P.M., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached..

It read:
"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others."

Sincerely,
Mrs. Nat King Cole.


3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
who serve.


In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in
front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies..

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.


4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve
our condition.


5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only
chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will
save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in
bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her.




Most importantly.................. "Work like you
don't need the money, love like you've never been
hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."

[Ah Boh]

nice stuff.. anymore?

[Ah Boh]

> > A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at
> > sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim
> > to a small, desert like island.
> > The two survivors, not knowing what else to do,
> > agree that they had no other recourse but to pray
> > to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they
> > agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite
> > sides of the island.
> >
> > The first thing they prayed for was food.
> > The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing
> > tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat
> > its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren.
> >
> > After a week, the first man was lonely and he
> > decided to pray for a wife.
> >
> > The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the
> > only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of
> > the land.
> >
> > On the other side of the island, there was
> > nothing. Soon the first man prayed for a house,
> > clothes, and more food. The next day, like magic,
> > all of these were given to him. However, the second
> > man still had nothing.
> >
> > Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that
> > he and his wife could leave the island. In the
> > morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the
> > island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife
> > and decided to leave the second man on the
> > island. Heconsidered the other man unworthy to receive God's
> > blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. As the ship
> > was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming,
> > "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?"
> >
> > "My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one
> > who prayed for them," the first man answered.
> > "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not
> > deserve anything."
> >
> > "You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had
> > only one prayer, which I answered. If not for
> > that, you would not have received any of my blessings."
> >
> > "Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "What
> > did he pray for that I should owe him anything?"
> >
> > "He prayed that all your prayers be answered."
> >
> > For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of
> > our prayers alone, but those of another praying
> > for us. This is too good not to share.
> > With obedience come blessings.
> > My prayer for you today is that all your prayers are answered. Be
> > blessed.
> >
> > "What you do for others is more important than what you do for
> > yourself"
> >
> > A good friend shared this with me, please share this with your
> > friend.
> >
> > Have a great day!

[Lava Gal]

hey guen boh! tatz a lovely story..came across it somewer b4 - nice to be reminded :D

and yeah..tanx for sharing & if u have any more, bring 'em on, baby! for now...i have to gali my archives & see if got anymore.

[Ah Boh]

hey guen boh! tatz a lovely story..came across it somewer b4 - nice to be reminded :D

and yeah..tanx for sharing & if u have any more, bring 'em on, baby! for now...i have to gali my archives & see if got anymore.

u are welcome :)

i korek my archives too...

[Lava Gal]

A young university student was home for the summer. She had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone.

She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked "God" to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was
a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she
noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for "God's" protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.

Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.

She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question.

Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."

Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God? Never doubt the power of God!!

[Ah Boh]

Wat a touching story, lav... i read it and now cant stop thinking bout it at work. U know, stories like these enforces my faith in God. :)

[fatso_dude]

hey,iv got a similar story...
although i dont really remember how the story went!!!stoopid:o
anyways,it was an essay from readers digest,way back in the mid 90's
i read this particular essay because it had a wierd title and it went something llike "the hat i stole for love".isnt that peculiar
and after i read the essay,i was convinced i knew what love is...it just kinda opened my eyes to love and the things u'd do for it...
im no sissy,but i do appreciate good literature.:p
u guys can look for the essay through the internet i think,or better yet,go back home and search through the entire readers digest collection from the years 1994 to 1998...it should be there....
believe me, its worth!

[malcolm]

this dude is so kelakar

;)

[Ah Boh]

hey,iv got a similar story...
although i dont really remember how the story went!!!stoopid:o
anyways,it was an essay from readers digest,way back in the mid 90's
i read this particular essay because it had a wierd title and it went something llike "the hat i stole for love".isnt that peculiar
and after i read the essay,i was convinced i knew what love is...it just kinda opened my eyes to love and the things u'd do for it...
im no sissy,but i do appreciate good literature.:p
u guys can look for the essay through the internet i think,or better yet,go back home and search through the entire readers digest collection from the years 1994 to 1998...it should be there....
believe me, its worth!

are u giving me homework?? :sus:

hey dun keep us in suspense lah, now dat u have mentioned it, do help us find it n post ya! :)

[fatso_dude]

are u giving me homework?? :sus:

hey dun keep us in suspense lah, now dat u have mentioned it, do help us find it n post ya! :)

eeh friend,the essay is about 5 pages longg...its 1 of those, u know,essays thats in readers digest.theres no way i can post it here...unless i find it and turn it into a mini series...ill post 1 paragraph a day.
isnt that a good idea?lemme know...
ah boh...no hint here or there or anywhere...mal c is just playing aroung,ISNT THAT RIGHT MAL!?!:mad:
hehehehhe

[Ah Boh]

eeh friend,the essay is about 5 pages longg...its 1 of those, u know,essays thats in readers digest.theres no way i can post it here...unless i find it and turn it into a mini series...ill post 1 paragraph a day.
isnt that a good idea?lemme know...
ah boh...no hint here or there or anywhere...mal c is just playing aroung,ISNT THAT RIGHT MAL!?!:mad:
hehehehhe

bleeehhhhh.... :p

[Lava Gal]

dude...since u brought it up...pls oh pls...look it up for us (maybe there's a website wif all reader's digest publication?? *shrug*)

if dun have...we dun mind having mini-series...tat'd make logging into the forum more enjhoyable ;)

u can always start a thread for it in our class or anywhere else in this forum...hehe, u might've meant it as a joke...and i'm sure u did. but u got me (and the others too, i think) too curious...and now, u dug ur own grave...hehehe

so....i kindly demand that u korek ur collection & post it for us yeah ;)

TQ in advance..
eeh friend,the essay is about 5 pages longg...its 1 of those, u know,essays thats in readers digest.theres no way i can post it here...unless i find it and turn it into a mini series...ill post 1 paragraph a day.
isnt that a good idea?lemme know...
ah boh...no hint here or there or anywhere...mal c is just playing aroung,ISNT THAT RIGHT MAL!?!:mad:
hehehehhe

[fatso_dude]

me and my big mouth!!!
very sharp aah u lava gal...

[Lava Gal]

hahaha....;)

so...tat will be ur 'gift' for me decoding the identity of fatso-dude!! :D u have no wasy out now!!!

[Lava Gal]

This story tells about two friends that were walking through the desert.
At one point during the trip they started arguing and one of the friends hit the other in the face.

The one that had been hit was hurt, but without a further word, wrote down in the sand:

‘TODAY MY BEST FRIEND HIT ME IN THE FACE.'

They carried on walking until they came across an oasis, where they decided to freshen up and bathe.
But the one that had been hit before got caught in the mud and was about to drown, but the friend saved him.

After he had recovered, he wrote down on a stone:

“TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.”

The friend that had hit his best friend and had then saved him asked:
‘After I hit you, you wrote in the sand and now you are writing on stone, why?'

The other friend answered:

‘When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand so that the wind can forgive us by blowing it away.”


“But when someone does something nice for us, we should engrave it in stone, where no wind can ever blow it away.”

LEARN TO WRITE DOWN YOUR PAIN IN SAND AND TO ENGRAVE THE GOOD EXPERIENCES IN STONE.

They say it takes a minute to find someone special, an hour to appreciate them, a day to get to like and love them, but it takes a lifetime to forget them.


Send this to the people you will never forget and also to the person who sent it to you.
It’s a short message to let them know that you will never forget them.


Make time to live !

[Ah Boh]

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.


She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her.

She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.


Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.


Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying. "Just take care of my eyes dear."


This is how human brain changes when the status changed.


Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations.

Life Is A Gift

Today before you think of saying an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak.


Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat.


Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.


Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went too early to heaven.


Before you complain about your children - Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.


Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the streets.


Before whining about the distance you drive - Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.


And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.


But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another - Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.


And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.


Life is a gift, Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, And fulfill it.

[cxtreme]

I wept because i had no shoes..until i saw a man who had no feet...

simple saying eh...
quite profound too..

it teaches you to be grateful
to appreciate everything yuo have
for there are others in worse off situation

but it makes me wonder too..
why is it tat it takes others
their hardships for us to be grateful
is it really fair
that we feel relief at other's sufferings
should we revel in the fact that we have some
and others have none..

i believe the world is self sufficient
there is enough resources for everyone
the problem is
it is not distributed evenly

as much as we distinguish ourselves from animals
we call ourselves civilised
we are still savages
when we prey on others weaknesses

for the civilised society
is not one that is technologically advanced
but one that takes care of itself
and everyone else


hmm..i wonder y i'm so off tangent...just some thoughts that's passing through my mind

[Big Chief]

:crying: :crying: :crying:

[Lava Gal]

nice one, cxtreme...but shouldnt it belong to 'poems' thread?

[cxtreme]

oh is that a poem??

was just someting that's been on my mind for a while...just wrote it out as it came..

[Lava Gal]

seems like an unrhyming poem to me...*shrug* maybe its just me ;)

[Lava Gal]

didnt know where its approprite to post THIS....was a timely message received when scrolling thru my frenster messages jus now. and i could use a big biggie huggie rite now! i know too well wat its like to be lonely, and feel frenless...and seems like i'll know that foreva! arrgh!
yet, i choose to still be there for those who want/need me, though they dont respond in kind when i 'need' them - not all the time, but of coz they r busy & have their own life. have to be understanding, rite?

here goes wat was in my frenster message


"if one day u feel like crying.... call me.I dont promise that i will make u laugh,but i can cry with u.
If one day u want to run away dont be afraid to call me.I dont promise to ask u to stop......but i can run with u.
If one day u dont want to listen to anyone..... call me.I promise to be there for u but also promise to remain quiet.
But one day if u call......and there is no answer.....come fast to see me. Perhaps i need you.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

Send this to all your friends,no matter how often you talk,or how close you are,and send it to the person who sent it to you.Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them,and tell new friends you never will.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

Remember, everyone needs a friend,
Dont ever leave the one u love for the one u like,because the one u like will leave u for the one they love.
Tonite ur true love will relize how much they love u between 1 and 4 in the morning.Tomorrow the shock of your life will occur if u break the chain.You will have bad luck for 10 years,If you don't pass this on to 15 people.If u get this it means the person who sent it truly cares about u"

[Ah Boh]

:) * HUGS * :)

[Big Chief]

*kisses!*

[Ah Boh]

*kisses!*

whooaaaa.....

u got urself a fan/admirer/protector/feel-good factor, take ur pick my fren! :laugh:

[Big Chief]

Big Chief loves all his clan members.

[Ah Boh]

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

"Sensei,"(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?""This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.

Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult,

but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.

He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. "No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.

He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match.

Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. "Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered."First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."

The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.


The Moral of the story.................

Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances or ourselves for it but we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day.

Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the
best out of it!"

[Lava Gal]

* HUGS *
THANX, dear!!
*hugs* to u too :D

*kisses!*
:o *flying kiss*
hehe...thanx, Big Chief. a big bear hug from u would suffice...tat's be really BIG & cosy

whooaaaa.....
u got urself a fan/admirer/protector/feel-good factor, take ur pick my fren!
hehe, ah boh ah....i have too many choices, dunno which one to pick dee :p

Big Chief loves all his clan members.
...and all the clan members lurve you too!! =D

i am already smiling reading all these forum posts. cheers!

[fatso_dude]

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

"Sensei,"(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?""This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.

Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult,

but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.

He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. "No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.

He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match.

Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. "Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered."First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."

The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.


The Moral of the story.................

Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances or ourselves for it but we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day.

Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the
best out of it!"

shit...this is a kickass story!!!:eek:
kinda reminds me of myself really, what with the left arm i dislocated 4 months back...
only i never learn judo,and would most likely to get down right murdered if i enter any judo competetion...sigh:sus:
ooh,hi all...iknowiknow,i have a tendancy to dissapear and reappear.must stop doing that...

[Lava Gal]

haha..no worries fatso...u can be our most actively-MIA-99er ;)
and u r more than welcomed to anywhere in here - jus got thru the posts to get a gist of the conversation flow & jump right in =D
shit...this is a kickass story!!!
kinda reminds me of myself really, what with the left arm i dislocated 4 months back...
only i never learn judo,and would most likely to get down right murdered if i enter any judo competetion...sigh
ooh,hi all...iknowiknow,i have a tendancy to dissapear and reappear.must stop doing that...

something i came across...jus wondering if any1 has resorted to 'this tactic' in real life?:sus:


Boy: I love you more than the air I breath
Girl: I'm always here for you.
Boy: I know.
Girl: What's wrong?
Boy: I like her so much.
Girl: Talk to her.
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.
Girl: Don't say that. You're amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won't like me.
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell.
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
Boy: I tell her that daily.
Girl: what do you mean?
Boy: I'm always with her. I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem.But he'll never like me.
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh some boy.
Boy: Oh... she won't like me either.
Girl: She does.
Boy: How do you know?
Girl: Because, who wouldn't like you?
Boy: You.
Girl: You're wrong, I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.

> > > > > > Girls- If you think this is sweet, repost it.
> > > > > > Guys- If you are man enough to say this
> > > > > > to a chick, repost it.

[Adele]

:laugh: Lav, if anyone did that in real life, i would really like to meet them! so cute!! :laugh:

[Lava Gal]

Lav, if anyone did that in real life, i would really like to meet them! so cute!!

:D i tot so too...tatz why shared :laugh:

mana tau leh....anyone with stories to tell? ;)

[Lava Gal]

Though the ending sounds illogical...still sharing, coz its touching. :) i'm a sucker for love stories la...so wat do u expect? :p

Sarah was a cheerleader on the team
and had everything she ever wanted.
Until one day... her life crashed.

Mom: Wake up honey. Michael's
downstairs waiting for you.
Sarah: Oh my gosh. I woke up too late!
I still need a shower and everything!

Right when she said that Michael
walked into her room smiling from ear
to ear.

Michael: No baby. You're beautiful
just like that- now come on, I'm
starving.

Sarah: Okay.

Sarah got out of bed, put on some
clothes, took his hand, and walked out
the door to his car and got in.

Sarah: Where are we going? Remember
that I have to be home by 1. I have
cheerleading practice and you have
football.

Michael: I know..

Then Sarah noticed that Michael was
really pale-looking.

Sarah: Michael are you feeling okay?
You look like you're sick..

Michael: Yeah; it's just my allergies.

Sarah: Are you sure? Did you go to the
doctor yet?

Michael: Yeah.. I went yesterday. They
just said to take some allergy pills
and that I'll be okay.

Sarah turned to look away from Michael.
She knew there was something wrong.
She has allergies and she doesn't look
like that.
Then he reached out and held her hand.

Sarah: Michael your hands are so cold.
I dont think you're okay tell me
what's really wrong.. do we need to go
back to the house?

Michael: I promise you baby;
everything is okay.. they told me to
go back tomorrow but I'm not going
because there's nothing wrong with me.

Sarah: Michael you need to go! If they
told you to then there is something
wrong!

Michael let go of her hand and turned
back to the road and didn't talk to
her the rest of the way.
Sarah just looked at him.
They finally pullled up to the
resturaunt and ate breakfast.

Michael: Did you bring your
cheerleading stuff or do we have to go
back to your house to get it?

Sarah: I have it.. do you really think
you should go to football practice
like that ?

Michael: Yes Sarah. I'm fine.

Sarah: If you say so..

Michael: Sarah, baby, would I lie to
you?

Sarah: No...

They got back in the car and went to
the field.
They got out and started practice.
Sarah was practicing a new cheer, but
then out of no where she heard a boy
yell,

"HE'S NOT MOVING SOMEONE CALL 911!
HELP COACH!"

Right when she heard that she turned
around and saw Michael on the ground
just laying there, not moving.
She ran to him but her dad pushed her
back.

Dad: No honey. You shouldn't be right
here.

Sarah started to cry.

Sarah: Daddy. What happened? Is he
okay?

Dad: Honey. Please just go back with
your coach.

Sarah walked back and sat on the bench
with her head in her hands while an
ambulance came and took him away.
She got in the car with her dad and
they went to the hospital.
When they got there his mom was
already there and talking to the
doctor.
They walked over and listened...

Doctor: You may want to sit down for
this.

Michaels Mom: Is he okay?

Doctor: Ma'am.. your son has lukiemia.
We can put him on treatments, but he
might not make it because the cancer
has already spread too much.

Sarah was shocked and began to cry on
here dads shoulder.

Michaels Mom: Treatments?

Doctor: Well the treatments would
cause hair loss... but it will help
slow the cancer down.

Michaels Mom: But he's certain to die?

Doctor: Yes.. but we have had this
surgery to clear out the clogs.. but
it's possible that he will not make it.

Michaels Mom: I will have to talk to
him about this. Can we see him now?

Doctor: Yes. One at a time though.

Michaels mom looked over at Sarah and
hugged her tight she knew that Sarah
loved him with all her heart.

Michaels Mom: You go first sweetheart.

Sarah: Are you sure?

Michael's Mom: Yes honey.

Sarah walked slowly to his room and
turned the knob.
She just stood there, looking at him
lying there weak.
He was so pale and he had tubes
surrounding him.
It was painful for her to look at him.
Michael looked at her and weakly
smiled at her.
She went over and kneeled down beside
him.

Michael: Did they already tell you?

Sarah: Yes...

Michael: I'm sorry Sarah. I didn't
want you to find out like this.

Sarah: It's okay; I understand Michael.

Michael: Baby I love you so much.

Michael reached up and slowly ran his
fingers through her hair.

Sarah: I love you too Michael. With
all my heart.. and I will be here for
you 'till the end.
Michael: Im going to be okay Sarah.

The nurse walked in with Michaels mom.

Nurse: Its her turn now.

Michael looked at Sarah.

Michael: Bye baby.
Sarah: Bye.

Sarah kneeled down and softly kissed
his cold lips.

Months went by and Michael lost his
hair, but they were still deeply in
love and Sarah was by him everyday.
Michael was getting worse to where he
couldn't even play football, and the
championship game was coming up.

Michael was sitting on Sarah's porch
with her and her dad.

Michael: Coach.. I wanna play tomorrow.

Dad: Michael I know you do.. but I
can't let you do that.. you'll get
hurt.

Michael: No, coach. Please. This might
be the last time on the field for me.
I want to be able to play one more
time.

Dad looked at Michael and then at
Sarah.
Sarah nodded her head.

Dad: You're a strong boy, Michael, and
very brave. I think we can do this.

Michael: Thank you so much coach.

Sarahs dad nodded his head.

Dad: So what are you two doing tonight?

Michael: I wanna show Sarah something
if that's okay.

Dad: Of course; you two be careful.

Michael took Sarah's hand and lead her
to his car.
It was completely dark outside when
they pulled up to the football field.

Sarah: What are we doing here?

Michael: Follow me.

Michael grabbed a blanket and laid it
down onto the field.
They both laid there looking at the
stars.

Sarah: This is so beautiful.

Michael: I do this often. I wanted to
show you the place I love.

Sarah: Do you remember the flowers you
gave me on our very first date?

Michael: Sure I do; I gave you
lillies; your favorite.

Sarah: Yeah... I'll never forget that
day.

Michael: I want you to always remember
something Sarah.

Sarah: What is it?

Michael: I will always be with you..
and I will always love you.. you're my
one and only..

Sarah started tearing.

Sarah: I love you so much, Michael.

Michael: And I also want you to be
happy.. I want you to marry someone,
have kids, make a family, just live a
happy life for me.

Sarah: No. I will never marry anyone..
im marrying you Michael

Michael: Just don't forget what I told
you.

Michael leaned in and kissed her.
She pushed him off and jumped up

Sarah: You still think you can catch
me?

Michael: Oh yeah. I'm stronger than I
look.

Sarah: Then come get me.

Michael stood up and chaised her
around the football feild until he
finally caught her.
He laid on top of her and put her
hands behind her back and held her
there so she couldn't move.
Then it started to rain and they were
getting soaked but they didn't care.

Michael looked deep into her eyes.

Michael: Who's the weak one now huh?

Sarah: Me (she giggled)

Michael: Remember what you told me
that night when we were at dinner?

Sarah: No.. what?

Michael: You have always wanted to
kiss in the rain with the one you love.

Sarah: Yeah?

Michael: Well your wish is my comand.

Michael leaned down and kissed her
deeply.
He pulled away.

Michael: You're so beautiful.

Sarah: You're such a good kisser. (she
laughed.. so did he)

Michael: I better get you home.

They got into the car and went home.
It was hard for them to sleep that
night but they did.

[laineyee]

is that the end? apa lar... what happened next ? potong steam

[Lava Gal]

They got into the car and went home.
It was hard for them to sleep that
night but they did.

eh ehh...so soweey. Part 2 tak load la!! here u go...


It was finally the big day and they
were all at the football field.
Michael had on all his football gear,
and Sarah was ready to cheer him on.
The game began.
The crowd was going wild for Michael
while Sarah was cheering her heart out
for him.
The score was 36 to 36.
All they had to do was make one more
point and they would win.
Michael had the ball and ran with all
he had to the touchdown line and threw
the ball down.
He had made a touch down!
Everyone was cheering.
They had won the game!
But for Michael.. he may have lost his
life.
He fell to the ground trying to catch
his breath.
Sarah ran to him and kneeled down over
him.
He looked up at her gasping for breath.
Everyone was heading to field.
Her dad stood infront of them.

Dad: Back away.. give them a moment
please.. that's my daughter's love.

Michael gently raised his hand and
whiped her tears away.

Sarah: Don't die Michael.. I need
you.. I love you..

Michael: I told you this was my dream
to win the championship.. to be in the
big game.. to die on this feild.. I
made history.

Sarah leaned down and kissed him,
knowing this was the last she would
ever kiss him, the last time she would
ever talk to him.
She had so much to say but had no time
to say it.

Michael: I love you baby. Tell Mom I
love her too.. and tell coach thank
you.

Sarah: I love you Michael. I love you
so much.

Michael: I'll wait for you.....

Michael's hand dropped and he let go.
He died that night on the football
feild.
Sarah cried for 2 months straight.
Sarah was lying on her bed when her
dad walked in.

Dad: Honey, it's been 2 months. Please
get up. He would want you to have fun
and be happy.

Sarah: I know..

Dad: Guess what.

Sarah: What?

Dad: They are building a new stadium.
Isn't that great honey? Come on, I
want you to come with me before they
tear the old one down.

Sarah got up and went with her dad to
the field.
They climbed to the top of the
bleachers and looked down.

Sarah: It's like it was just
yesterday. He was out there throwing
the football, making that touchdown.

Her dad wrapped his arms around her
and she began to cry.

Dad: I know baby., I know.

Then Sarah noticed something on the
feild.

Sarah: Whats that daddy? Look. (Sarah
pointed to the field)

Dad: Look like some flowers are
blooming.
Sarah: Oh my gosh, daddy! Stop them!
Don't let them tear this down! Please!
Michael planted me something.

Her dad ran down there and stopped
them.
Weeks later the flowers had bloomed.
Her and her dad went to look at them.
They were lillies that left a message
saying, "I Love You".



If you have any heart at all and love
someone this much repost this.
(OR if you cried)

[laineyee]

so sweet :crying: .. much better ending ...
it's ok lava .. :D , i was like sucky story, crappy ending at first, leaving me hanging

[Adele]

first time me writing in this thread. very the touching la this latest story!! :crying:

[Lava Gal]

:D glad u gals enjoyed it too...guess if i'd been alone while reading it, might have :crying: , but was in a ruckus cramped comp lab yest morn, coz many ppl were there as class postponed

the oni thing i said doesnt make sense is...the guy dying dee kan. got time to 'shape the seeds' to form i love u meh??
cant be he tanam earlier, coz it was at exact spot he died...but then again, u shouldnt think too much when read love-stories :p

[Ah Boh]

Have you ever, at any one time, had the feeling that life is bad,
real bad, and you wish you were in another situation?

You find life make things difficult for you, work sucks, life sucks,
everything seems to go wrong...

Read the following story... it may change your views about life:
After a conversation with one of my friends, he told me despite
taking 2 jobs, he brings back barely above 1K per month,
he is happy as he is.

I wonder how he can be as happy as he is considering he has to
skimp his life with the low pay to support a pair of old parents,
in-laws, a wife, 2 daughters and the many bills of a household.

He explained that it was through one incident that he saw in
India... that happened a few years ago when he was really
feeling low and touring India after a major setback.

He said that right in front of his very eyes he saw an Indian
mother chop off her child's right hand with a chopper. The
helplessness in the mother's eyes, the scream of pain from the
innocent 4-year-old child haunted him until today.

You may ask why did the mother do so; had the child been naughty,
had the child's hand been infected?? No, it was done
for two simple words- - -TO BEG!

The desperate mother deliberately caused the child to be
handicapped so that the child could go out to the streets to beg.
Taken aback by the scene, he dropped a piece of bread he was
eating half-way. And almost instantly, a flock 5 or 6 children
swamped towards this small p! iece of bread which was
covered with sand, robbing bits from one another. The
natural reaction of hunger.

Stricken by the happenings, he instructed his guide to drive him
to the nearest bakery. He arrived at two bakeries and bought
every single loaf of bread he found in the bakeries. The owner
was dumbfounded but willingly sold everything. He spent less than
$100 to obtain about 400 loaves of bread (this is less than $0.25
per loaf) and spent another $100 to get daily necessities.

Off he went in the truck full of bread into the streets. As he
distributed the bread and necessities to the children (mostly
handicapped) and a few adults, he received cheers and bows from
these unfortunate. For the first time in his life he wondered
how people can give up their dignity for a loaf of bread
which cost less than $0.25.

He began to tell himself how fortunate he is. How fortunate he is
to be able to have a complete body, have a jo! b, have a
family, have the chance to complain what food is nice and what
isn't nice, have the chance to be clothed, have the many
things that these people in front of him are deprived of...

Now I begin to think and feel it, too! Was my life really that
bad? Perhaps... no, I should not feel bad at all... What about
you? Maybe the next time you think you are, think about the child
who lost one hand to beg on the streets.

"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it is the
realization of how much you already have."

When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times
we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the
one which has been opened for us.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but
it's also true that! we don't know what we've been missing
until it arrives.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of
everything; they just make the most of everything that comes
along their way.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past,you
can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures
and heartaches.

Please send this message to those people who mean something to
you, to those who have touched your life in one way or
another, to those who make you smile when you really need it, to
those that make you see the brighter side of things when
you are really down, to those who you want to let them know that
you appreciate their friendship.

And if you don't, don't worry, nothing bad will happen to you,
you will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten
someone's day with this message.

[Anson F-Clef]

He explained that it was through one incident that he saw in India... that happened a few years ago when he was really
feeling low and touring India after a major setback. He said that right in front of his very eyes he saw an Indian mother chop off her child's right hand with a chopper. The helplessness in the mother's eyes, the scream of pain from the
innocent 4-year-old child haunted him until today.

Ma'am...........this is GROSSSSSSSSSSSS!!:sick:

[Ah Boh]

Ma'am...........this is GROSSSSSSSSSSSS!!:sick:
i know... very depressing how desperation can drive ppl to do unnatural things...:confused: :sick: :crying:

[Lava Gal]

vely vely touchy story:crying: ...yeah, we often grumble too much, and forget wat we have.

AT THE SAME TIME...I LURVE ALL THE QUOTES, BoH! each and every one of it is deep & meaningful

"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it is the realization of how much you already have."

When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times
we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the
one which has been opened for us.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but
it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing
until it arrives.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of
everything; they just make the most of everything that comes
along their way.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past,you
can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures
and heartaches.

Please send this message to those people who mean something to
you, to those who have touched your life in one way or
another, to those who make you smile when you really need it, to
those that make you see the brighter side of things when
you are really down, to those who you want to let them know that
you appreciate their friendship.

best of all...i like the ending! the 'curse' part...when i saw the 2nd last para, was like...aiya, this one oso attched wif a curse, meh? apa larrr...and then came
And if you don't, don't worry, nothing bad will happen to you,
you will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten
someone's day with this message.
and i was like :D

[fatso_dude]

hi there,
wanna take this opportunity to wish u all a merry xmas for those whos celebrating and to all,a happy new year;)
again,ive been missing out on alot from u guys and for that,i apologize. may i be more rajin in joining ur lovely and riveting conversations in the future...
whoever's birthdays or promotions or weddings that i've missed,i'd like to take this opportunity to wish them an overdued happy birthday/good goin' with the promotion and congratulations on ur wedding:p
ive realised that life is short and ppl always take things that they think they have in abundance (like time) for granted. this is not the case so if ever u think u wanna wait till the last minute to greet or wish somebody,dont cos u never know, the last minute might indeed be THE last minute:(
im not trying to be sappy (or GAY?!?) but this's whats lingering in my mind at the moment,just thought id share this with ppl that still think of me as their friend (gosh i hope im in the right place...)
ive known some of u from way back and most of u i've only starting to get to know (i wasnt really the friendly type back in highschool) but its cool how u guys have accepted me as a friend, and knowing me,u know the feeling is mutual:)
thanks friends...

[Ah Boh]

hi there,
wanna take this opportunity to wish u all a merry xmas for those whos celebrating and to all,a happy new year
again,ive been missing out on alot from u guys and for that,i apologize. may i be more rajin in joining ur lovely and riveting conversations in the future...
whoever's birthdays or promotions or weddings that i've missed,i'd like to take this opportunity to wish them an overdued happy birthday/good goin' with the promotion and congratulations on ur wedding:p
ive realised that life is short and ppl always take things that they think they have in abundance (like time) for granted. this is not the case so if ever u think u wanna wait till the last minute to greet or wish somebody,dont cos u never know, the last minute might indeed be THE last minute:(
im not trying to be sappy (or GAY?!?) but this's whats lingering in my mind at the moment,just thought id share this with ppl that still think of me as their friend (gosh i hope im in the right place...)
ive known some of u from way back and most of u i've only starting to get to know (i wasnt really the friendly type back in highschool) but its cool how u guys have accepted me as a friend, and knowing me,u know the feeling is mutual:)
thanks friends...
yo, my fren! now dat's wat i call a real 'touching story' straight from d heart... original too @ Reza copyright ya...

no, u are not being sappy, just being honest (isn't dat alot better)? :D and dun u know we have always accepted u regardless of d craziest things u say or do (actually, dat makes life fun doesnt it?) and personally u are d only guy i know who can make me laugh till i cry, remember? so do drop by more often n chat with us all in here ya!

i wish u Happy Holidays n Happy New Year too!

[fatso_dude]

yo, my fren! now dat's wat i call a real 'touching story' straight from d heart... original too @ Reza copyright ya...

no, u are not being sappy, just being honest (isn't dat alot better)? :D and dun u know we have always accepted u regardless of d craziest things u say or do (actually, dat makes life fun doesnt it?) and personally u are d only guy i know who can make me laugh till i cry, remember? so do drop by more often n chat with us all in here ya!

i wish u Happy Holidays n Happy New Year too!

maybe this is the best time to tell u all that im leaving for the UK to further my studies.ive been very bz of late but i still feel i should at least inform my friends that im going rite:p
so im afraid ill havta miss the next '99ers gathering,but im sure i can count on u guys to posts the pics here right:)
so guys,wish me luck on my next adventure.ill be back when y'all turn 26:D

[Lava Gal]

maybe this is the best time to tell u all that im leaving for the UK to further my studies.ive been very bz of late but i still feel i should at least inform my friends that im going rite:p
so im afraid ill havta miss the next '99ers gathering,but im sure i can count on u guys to posts the pics here right:)
so guys,wish me luck on my next adventure.ill be back when y'all turn 26:D

hey! congrats & all the best...so, ur stint in APITT has ended yea? when convo? when leaving?

at least u can still online and update us, + photos yea :D