온유, 태민, 종현, 민호, 키. ♥

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

FYI, all the photos are updated IN facebook . I dun feel like posting it here because its all TOO UNGLAM . okays consider getting aino soon <- thanks to weicong . dang . lolipop phone only @ $18 , chocolate phone only @ $68 and aino only @ $168 ! how cheap can that be man ! but i'm afriad if i buy it now a new phone will come out soon ! D: sobsob . okays nevermind ~ Its gonna be mid-year next wednesday ! diediedie ! & a fullday tuition tml :D homework nao ! chaos .
Heres some story to kill time (:

POEM
If a girl cries in front of you, it
means that she couldn't
take it anymore...
A girl wont cry easily, except crying infront of the
person who she love
the most, she becomes weak..
A girl wont cry easily,
only when she loves you the most,
she put down her ego.
If a girl cries
bcoz of you
please hold her hands firmly,
she's the one who would stay
with you for
the rest of your life.
If a girl cries bcoz of you,
please dont give her up, maybe bcoz of
your decision, you ruin her life.
When she cry rite in front of you,
when she cry bcoz of you, Look into
her eyes, Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she's feeling?
Think....
Which other girl have cried wif pure
sincerity, Infront of you, And bcoz
of you?
She cry not because she is weak, She
cry not bcoz she wants your
sympathy or pity,
She cry, Because crying silently is no
longer
possible, the pain, hurt, n
agony have become too big a burden to be kept
inside...
Think about it...
If a girl cry her heart out 2 you, And
all because of you, Its time to look
back on wat u have done, Only you
will know the answer to it.
Do consider it. Coz one day....
It may be
too late for regrets..

Story 1

What it Feels Like to be Unloved

Another touching story, that things might not be what they seem.
Surprises and the sweetest of them comes in small packages. And this story shows
just that, don't underestimate the littlest of gestures for they might actually
be the ones which you will remember for life.
I had three friends. Eric,
Cathlyn, Carol.
Eric was chased by all the girls in our high school.
Cathlyn was one of those popular girls. Cheerleader, sexy, and stylish.
Carol was just one of those plain and average girls .
Cathlyn and Carol
were both totally crazy and wacko over Eric.
Cathlyn didn't have to do
anything to attract Eric.
For she was already attractive enough.
Carol
on the other hand, showered Eric which love and care.
Carol wasn't ugly at
all.
In fact, she looked sweet and pleasant.
But she wasn't a
cheerleader, she didn't were spaghetti-straps or tubes.
So like everyone
expected, Eric chose Cathlyn.
For Carol was just one ordinary and plain
girl.
While Cathlyn was labele d as the cool and attractive type.

Eric always insulted Carol.

Telling her what a 'Plain Jane' she
was.
And how dumb she looked.
Which obviously made Carol feel so hurt
and useless.
That's life. Carol never gave up though.
She wanted to
prove something to Eric.
She wanted to prove that looks aren't everything.
She studied hard, really hard.
She became the top girl, and all the guys
who once ignored her, chased her.

But she never forgot Eric.
Everyday, she put a red rose in Eric's locker.
Always with the same
words.
'I care for you, and I always will'
Because she knew that Eric
was facing a hard time.
Eric began to realise.
How dumb he had been.
His beloved girlfriend, Cathlyn.
Was flirting with other guys.
He
regretted for choosing the wrong girl.

Cathlyn broke up with Eric
later.
For she had found a wealthier guy.
Eric felt so cheated, stupid
and dumb.
He went to look for Carol.
He knelt on his knees, and said.
"Carol, please forgive me. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
Carol
rejected him, much to everyone's surprise.
She only uttered these words.
"You've suffered a great loss, so I don't want you to face another one"

Eric felt disappointed.
He didn't understand a word that she said to
him.
But they became good friends.
Did everything together.
Eric
began to change into someone better.
Because Carol showered him with the
love he never experienced before.
His ex-girlfriends had never treated him
that way.
They just accepted him for his looks.
But Carol accepted him
for himself .
She changed him.
Carol continued putting a red rose into
his locker everyday.
With the same words. She never forgot.

One day,
Carol didn't turn up in school.
She didn't come for a week.
At first,
Eric thought that she was on a vacation with her family.
Because she told
him that she would be going Hawaii with them.
But one day. He received a
call from the General Hospital.
Saying that Carol was about to die.
She
had been suffering from cancer.
But Carol forbade them from telling him.
Because she didn't want Eric to worry about her.
But now that she was
about to die.
She wanted to see Eric for the last time.
Eric rushed to
the hospital.
When he saw how weak Carol was.
Tears began rushing down
his cheeks.
He whispered.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you
hide this from me?"
She looked at him . And smiled weakly at him.

"When I said that I didn't want you to suffer from facing another loss,
I meant this. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I
wanted to spend my last days with you cheerfully." Eric looked at her.
"You
can't leave me!" he said.
"What will I be without you?"
"You'll be who
you are now. I will always be there by your side. Never forget that. Cherish
those times. Live life happily. And one more thing."

"Yes?" "I love you"
And she died. Eric screamed.
He still couldn't accept Carol's death.
He
had only spent a month with Carol.

A month. But Carol changed his life
in a way.
A way that no one could ever explain. He regretted.
But he
knew that Carol would always be keeping an eye on him from Heaven.
Sometimes
We just don't appreciate those people who really care for us.
Until they
leave us. Until we lose them. Then we regret.
Outer beauty doesn't matter;
it's the inner one that counts.
It's better to tell someone how much you
love them.
Rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them.
You'll regret Love is. When we fight till the very last minute.
Just to
show and tell someone how much we love them.

Story 2

Loving the Imperfections

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

Today, she's being willful again.

Her: "Why can't you be the
photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."

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

Her: "Humph!"
Him: "Huh?"
Her: "Don't
have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."
Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."
Her:
"Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her!"
Him: "No."
Her:
"Just this once?"
Him: "No."

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

First day,
she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television,
hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence".

Of course,
she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his
pockets.

Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from
his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences."

He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that
she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever
he says. Until he agrees.

Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on
the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him: "We need to talk."
Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget
it."
Him: "It's something very important."

She remains silent.

Him:"Let's get a divorce."
She did not believe her ears.
Him: "I
got to know a girl."

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

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

Him: "She has a good personality too."
She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his
heart.
Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for
literature after we got married."

She's very jealous because she said
the same thing in the past.
Him: "She loves me truly."
She wishes to sit
up and scream at him "Don't I?"
Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do
something that I don't want to do."

She's thinking, but the rage won't
subside.
Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"
Her:
"...!"

He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits
his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.

He sighs. She
cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under
the blanket.

He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light,
and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she
treated him.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She
wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't
want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl
looks.

She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to
laugh.

It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends
down, and kissed him on his cheek.

He smiled. He was just pretending to
be asleep.

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

Story 3

The Breakup

Boy: Baby, we need
to talk.
Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean?
Boy: Something has come up...
Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad?
Boy: I don't want to hurt you,
baby.
Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with me... I love
him so much.
Boy: Baby, are you there??
Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so
important??
Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it..
Girl: Well, you
already brought it up, so please just tell me.
Boy: I'm leaving...
Girl:
Baby, what are u talking about?? I don't want you to leave me, I love you.
Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.
Girl: Why? All of your
famliy lives over here.
Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a
boarding school far away.
Girl: I can't believe this.
[FATHER: (Picks up
the other phone, interrupts & yells furiously
ERICA!, what did I tell
you about talking to boys?!!!... Get off the
damn phone!! (And hangs up).]

Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.
Girl: You know how he gets,
but anyways, I dont want you to go.
Boy: Would you run away with me?
Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I
can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!
Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..
Girl: *Thinking*I can't
believe what's going on.
Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I
am leaving on
flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.
Girl: Okay, I will sneak out & meet you at the park.
Boy: Okay, I'll
meet you there in 20 minutes.
[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug
eachother. And he gives
her a note.]
Boy: Here you go, this is for you.
I gotta go.
Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)
Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know
I love you... But I have to go.
Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)
[They
both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]
It
says...
"Erica,

You probably already know that I'm leaving, I knew
this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I
care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much,
you are my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and
never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much
I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you,
bitch. You never did the right thing, and you were never there. I didnt think I
could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the
rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to
cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never
had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter
because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I
will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye.
- Ricardo"

[ Erica
begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage & crys for hours ]
... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely... Then she
gets a phone call....
Friend: How are you feeling?
Girl: I just cant
believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.
Friend: Oh, about that.
Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in
your jacket pocket or something...
Girl: Umm.. okay.
[She finds a piece
of paper in the jacket,
It says:
"Baby I hope you find this before you
read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...
Hate = Love
Never = Always
Bitch = Baby
Will not= will
....
I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and
it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me...
-Ricardo"]
Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!, he must
of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I
am!!
Friend: lol Okay but I g2g... Call me later.
Girl: *happy*okay,
bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!
... Erica turns the
T.V. on......

[Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young
boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will
never forget, this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys
boarding school..." the Reporter says.
[ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days
later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead & she
had nothing to live for... ]

... A day after that the phone rings.
Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. "Its Ricardo, I
guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my
flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am
staying for good.

Story 4

I'll Be With You

It was autumn
again. Sucking in the warm morning breeze, Mary smiled as she stretched her arms
wide, as though embracing the beauty of nature. Jumping up and down in glee, she
swirled around in the garden, with her long silky jet-black hair dancing behind
her. By anyone’s standards, she was beautiful. Her cherry lips often gave way to
smiles and laughter and her eyes a beautiful shade of blue.

She let the
wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she
skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of
a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face
to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish
teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which
smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking
the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.

Moaning
miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging
expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. “Are
you mute! Can’t you even say sorry!” Mary cried out in frustration and stomped
off. The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue
sweeping the fallen leaves.

The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the
same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly,
she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and
she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.

“You again” she folded
her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his
forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief,
motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Mary stammered,
afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using
his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a
piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few
hours passed.

“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John…”
She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in
silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a
beautiful friendship was already blossoming.

Day after day, Mary would
look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed
each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of
paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready
with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down,
John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers
bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her
unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the
trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy
faces. This was their paradise.

Unfortunately, their love was soon put
to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had
taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared
before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and
snorted furiously like demented bulls.

“Leave John alone! He’s better
off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!” One of them boomed.
Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she
anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly
opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two
burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling
from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. “That’s
what you get for betraying us,” they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.

“John!” Mary cried out, lifting him up and hugging him tightly.
Examining his face carefully, she realised that like those burly men, he was
filthy and smelly, but unlike them, he had the kindest and most beautiful eyes
ever. She had come to love this man for who he was. It was a love that needed no
words. Garnering the last ounce of strength in him, he took out the white
handkerchief he always carried and held it out to her. She received the
handkerchief with trembling hands. Inhaling sharply, she let Niagara Falls come.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me no matter what happens” She whispered.
With quivering hands, he took out a scrap of paper and pen. “I’ll always be with
you” He assured her. “I swear”. Smiling, she held out her last finger in which
he hooked against his and they hugged.

Although belonging to different
worlds, one a law graduate from Harvard and the other from the underworld, they
never mentioned about their difference in status. Instead, their love only grew
stronger after that fateful incident.

One day, Mary was on her way to
the garden when a gush of fluid was flung at her face. Instantly, she felt a
burning sensation in her eyes and the flash of light was soaked up by the
spreading dark patches before her eyes. Her ear splitting screaming reverberated
to John’s ears as he sallied forward towards the sound, only to see Mary already
unconscious on the ground, and he knew it was the work of the two burly men.

Mary was rushed to the hospital forthwith but it was too late. She was
to lose her sight. Her family was devastated and wailed in pain and anguish.
Guilt-ridden to have caused misfortune to befall Mary and her family, John made
up his mind. He knew what he had to do.

Packing the essentials, he
decided to leave and quitted his job as a sweeper in the garden. Looking at the
blissful pictures of Mary and himself, he sighed and threw them away.

“Mary! Can you see me?” Aunts jostled towards the weary girl and waved
before her. The image she saw was a blur and she felt groggy. However, it was a
great blessing that Mary had regained her sight. Looking into the mirror, she
was startled to find that her eyes looked somewhat different. They were the same
shade of blue, but now they exuberated great warmth and compassion.

Unfortunately, Mary soon realised that John had left her and was
devastated. She bawled her heart out and pinned for him day and night. Thinking
back on the promise he made to her, she hated him all the more.

One day,
she decided to visit their place of paradise to relieve their happy days
together. She walked to the tree where she used to pour out her unhappiness and
leaned close to the trunk and touched its rough surface filled with happy faces.
She wept uncontrollably as she ran her fingers down the trunk. Unexpectedly, she
saw the words ‘I’ll be with you’ engraved on the foot of the tree trunk.
Glimmers of hope began to light the darkness as she looked earnestly around, but
what she saw left her dumbfounded.

On the bench sat a man with a pair of
sunglasses and a walking stick. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating
profusely and fished out a white handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the
perspiration. Coincidentally, a photo fell out from the pocket as well. With
manifold feelings, Mary picked up the photo and looked at herself in the picture
and was shocked. The man groped his back pocket for the photo and became
flustered when it was no longer there. Slowly, Mary walked over and placed the
photo in the man’s hands. It was only then that she tasted the warm salty
wetness of her own tears and realised how hard she was crying.

The man
bowed in gratitude and flashed his yellowish teeth which glistened in the
morning sun.

“I’ll always be with you… “

Looking at the man who
loved her so deeply, she smiled. Touching her eyes which were once his, tears
streaked down her cheeks. His eyes brimming with her tears.

Story 5

Love For 100 Days

Message: Peter
and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky,
while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.
Tina: I'm so
bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.
Peter: I guess
we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now.
(both sigh n silence for a while)
Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets
play a game
Peter: Eh? What game?
Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be
my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100 days. what do you
think?
Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months.
Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up.
Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?
Peter:
What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now.
Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to
watch their movies and sent each other home)

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

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

Day 7:

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

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

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

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

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

1:23 pm
Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.
Peter:
Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?
Tina: Eem...Apple
juice will be just fine.

1:43 pm
Tina waiting for about 20 minutes
and Peter havent return. Then someone walked up to her.
Stranger: Is your
name Tina?
Tina: Yes, and may I help you?
Stranger: Just now down there
on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your friend.
Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the
floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The
ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the
emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

Story 6

Everlasting Love

One fine day,
an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office.
Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.

Lawyer was very
puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....
This couple
had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go
right.

They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might
affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have
their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all
they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness
from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....

Lawyer was having a
hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of
marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still
want a divorce..

While they were signing the papers, the wife told the
husband..
"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."
"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer
suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they
are still gonna be friends..

At the dining table, there was a silence of
awkardness.
The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man
took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."

Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the
wife was frowning when she answer.."
This is always the problem, you always
think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that
i hate drumsticks?"

Little did she know that, over the years, the
husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that
drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never
thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks
even though all he wants is the best for her.

That night, both of them
couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt
take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life
without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to
tell her "i love you"...

He picks up the phone, starting dialing her
number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....

On the other
side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he
still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take
it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its
him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now
i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still
ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...

Little did she
remember, he have heart problems...

The next day, she received news that
he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on
the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was
still trying to get through her phone line....

As sad as she could
be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking thru the
drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married,
with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this
note...

"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure
I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only
$100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made
when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money
to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live
longer. I want you to know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"

Tears flowed like river......

"When you love someone, let them
know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a
life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they
are..."

Story 7

The Last Words

A beautiful
story, well written and captured all the emotions so well. It's another story
about sickness and love, how when put together, it seems to just take away the
hurt and the pain that the sickness brings. An inspirational story that will
bring tears to anyone's eyes.
It had been raining for more than a week, so
much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said
she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I
carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the
nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella.
Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked
weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and
stuff like how we shouldn't be together.

She said, "I miss you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four years ago, the
doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable.
Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even
forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go
back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks
straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl
go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it
anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and
there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to
believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an
end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain
possible, so I decided to commit suicide.

But I couldn't let people find
out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this
whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she
shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It
was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to
wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon
start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to
succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all
come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

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

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

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her
misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two
single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the
door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from
her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love
in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving
into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any
longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this
would be the last time I see her.

I wanted to tell her I still love her,
I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had
already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with
the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

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

Story 8

Follow Your Heart

Billy loved
Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved
him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his
friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't
like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her
and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.

One day they followed
her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside
her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd
grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about
what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry
and that he really loves her.

When he got there he knocked on the door
no one answered.

The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the
living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists.
Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he
could never tell her how he really felt.

The lesson of this story is:
Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because
it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow
your heart.

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