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Waa~ Holiday Boring! Better go to school. but i haven't finish my homeworks! D*** ! Oral English will start next week i haven't finish it, somebody please help me! my english teacher will get angry and i die! :( ok, done for now! play habbo luh.. hehe...

Selamat Hari Raya!

Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslim, My family, my friend and to someone.. ;) but i feel boring Hari Raya this year at KG.. i don't know why, but i feel happy at home.. i know you'll happy at KG.. btw, Happy Eid Day!

No mood lor Yesterday!

Yesterday i fight with my brother! so bad! he hit me 2 time and i cry! bad brother!! my fther and my mother called me every couple minute. ask me what happen. i told evything to my father! i wish he go to penampang but my father said "no, he is your brother!" haiz.. nvm! just forget it!

Your love is so strong and bright

Your love is so strong and bright
it leaves me with a smile when i fall asleep at night,
when im dreaming hours seem as minutes
because i cherish every moment with you in it,

Waking up to your voice “good morning”
sends my heart and soul high a soaring,
love is said to last only till death
but our love will prove stronger than our final breath,
what i am saying is i love you for heavens sake
and when we die our love begins again at heavens gate.

A Wedding Wish

When I popped the question, I had little clue
If you will marry me without further adieu
When you said yes, I finally blew
A sigh of relief as my life will consist of us two.

A wife is someone for a husband to
Protect, love, cherish and value
These and more are what is due
As I embarked on this new journey with you.

My wish is that I can come back to this same venue
To reaffirm my love after 10 or 20 years are through
To tell the world I still love you true
As much as I love you today when I said “I do”.

story of a Mother & Son

My mom only had one eye. I hated her, she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market.She collected little weeds and such to sell, anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment.There was this one day during elementary school. I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.
Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "What?! Who's this?!"... It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.
And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out here now!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me... one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.
She wrote...
My Son,
I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine... I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times when you were still young around me.
I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me. My world shattered! Then I cried for the person who lived for me. My Mother.

This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandt's. Get on with the real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
'$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make.'
May God Bless You.....

RM100 an Hour

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

SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.

SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.

SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "If you must know, I make RM100 an hour."

SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow RM50?"
The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that RM50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man.

"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the RM50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.

"Daddy, I have RM100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

:O

n America there was a mass murder. Policemen went to investigate. Trying not to tread on the bodies, the police took pictures of each one. One policemen saw something on the opposite wall but he couldn't read it. He walks over to it and sees the numbers "7734" in calculator form, written in blood. When taking pictures of this he turned his camera upside-down and told an approaching police officer. When he pointed with the hand that the camera was in, he accidentally took a picture of the upside-down numbers. The policeman was about to delete the picture when he realized something. The numbers were now a word. The word was "hELL.

REGRET

Mamzelle Aurélie possessed a good strong figure, ruddy cheeks, hair that was changing from brown to gray, and a determined eye. She wore a man's hat about the farm, and an old blue army overcoat when it was cold, and sometimes top-boots.
Mamzelle Aurélie had never thought of marrying. She had never been in love. At the age of twenty she had received a proposal, which she had promptly declined, and at the age of fifty she had not yet lived to regret it.
So she was quite alone in the world, except for her dog Ponto, and the negroes who lived in her cabins and worked her crops, and the fowls, a few cows, a couple of mules, her gun (with which she shot chicken-hawks), and her religion.
One morning Mamzelle Aurélie stood upon her gallery, contemplating, with arms akimbo, a small band of very small children who, to all intents and purposes, might have fallen from the clouds, so unexpected and bewildering was their coming, and so unwelcome. They were the children of her nearest neighbor, Odile, who was not such a near neighbor, after all.
The young woman had appeared but five minutes before, accompanied by these four children. In her arms she carried little Élodie; she dragged Ti Nomme by an unwilling hand; while Marcéline and Marcélette followed with irresolute steps.
Her face was red and disfigured from tears and excitement. She had been summoned to a neighboring parish by the dangerous illness of her mother; her husband was away in Texas -- it seemed to her a million miles away; and Valsin was waiting with the mule-cart to drive her to the station.
"It's no question, Mamzelle Aurélie; you jus' got to keep those youngsters fo' me till I come back. Dieu sait, I would n' botha you with 'em if it was any otha way to do! Make 'em mine you, Mamzelle Aurélie; don' spare 'em. Me, there, I'm half crazy between the chil'ren, an' Léon not home, an' maybe not even to fine po' maman alive encore!" -- a harrowing possibility which drove Odile to take a final hasty and convulsive leave of her disconsolate family.
She left them crowded into the narrow strip of shade on the porch of the long, low house; the white sunlight was beating in on the white old boards; some chickens were scratching in the grass at the foot of the steps, and one had boldly mounted, and was stepping heavily, solemnly, and aimlessly across the gallery. There was a pleasant odor of pinks in the air, and the sound of negroes' laughter was coming across the flowering cotton-field.
Mamzelle Aurélie stood contemplating the children. She looked with a critical eye upon Marcéline, who had been left staggering beneath the weight of the chubby Élodie. She surveyed with the same calculating air Marcélette mingling her silent tears with the audible grief and rebellion of Ti Nomme. During those few contemplative moments she was collecting herself, determining upon a line of action which should be identical with a line of duty. She began by feeding them.
If Mamzelle Aurélie's responsibilities might have begun and ended there, they could easily have been dismissed; for her larder was amply provided against an emergency of this nature. But little children are not little pigs: they require and demand attentions which were wholly unexpected by Mamzelle Aurélie, and which she was ill prepared to give.
She was, indeed, very apt in her management of Odile's children during the first few days. How could she know that Marcélette always wept when spoken to in a loud and commanding tone of voice? It was a peculiarity of Marcélette's. She became acquainted with Ti Nomme's passion for flowers only when he had plucked all the choicest gardenias and pinks for the apparent purpose of critically studying their botanical construction.
"'T ain't enough to tell 'im, Mamzelle Aurélie," Marcéline instructed her; "you got to tie 'im in a chair. It's w'at maman all time do w'en he's bad: she tie 'im in a chair." The chair in which Mamzelle Aurélie tied Ti Nomme was roomy and comfortable, and he seized the opportunity to take a nap in it, the afternoon being warm.
At night, when she ordered them one and all to bed as she would have shooed the chickens into the hen-house, they stayed uncomprehending before her. What about the little white nightgowns that had been taken from the pillow-slip in which they were brought over, and shaken by some strong hand till they snapped like ox-whips? What about the tub of water which had to be brought and set in the middle of the floor, in which the little tired, dusty, sun-browned feet had every one to be washed sweet and clean? And it made Marcéline and Marcélette laugh merrily -- the idea that Mamzelle Aurélie should for a moment have believed that Ti Nomme could fall asleep without being told the story of Croque-mitaine or Loup-garou, or both; or that Élodie could fall asleep at all without being rocked and sung to.
"I tell you, Aunt Ruby," Mamzelle Aurélie informed her cook in confidence; "me, I'd rather manage a dozen plantation' than fo' chil'ren. It's terrasent! Bonté! don't talk to me about chil'ren!"
"'T ain' ispected sich as you would know airy thing 'bout 'em, Mamzelle Aurélie. I see dat plainly yistiddy w'en I spy dat li'le chile playin' wid yo' baskit o' keys. You don' know dat makes chillun grow up hard-headed, to play wid keys? Des like it make 'em teeth hard to look in a lookin'-glass. Them's the things you got to know in the raisin' an' manigement o' chillun."
Mamzelle Aurélie certainly did not pretend or aspire to such subtle and far-reaching knowledge on the subject as Aunt Ruby possessed, who had "raised five an' bared [buried] six" in her day. She was glad enough to learn a few little mother-tricks to serve the moment's need.
Ti Nomme's sticky fingers compelled her to unearth white aprons that she had not worn for years, and she had to accustom herself to his moist kisses -- the expressions of an affectionate and exuberant nature. She got down her sewing-basket, which she seldom used, from the top shelf of the armoire, and placed it within the ready and easy reach which torn slips and buttonless waists demanded. It took her some days to become accustomed to the laughing, the crying, the chattering that echoed through the house and around it all day long. And it was not the first or the second night that she could sleep comfortably with little Élodie's hot, plump body pressed close against her, and the little one's warm breath beating her cheek like the fanning of a bird's wing.
But at the end of two weeks Mamzelle Aurélie had grown quite used to these things, and she no longer complained.
It was also at the end of two weeks that Mamzelle Aurélie, one evening, looking away toward the crib where the cattle were being fed, saw Valsin's blue cart turning the bend of the road. Odile sat beside the mulatto, upright and alert. As they drew near, the young woman's beaming face indicated that her homecoming was a happy one.
But this coming, unannounced and unexpected, threw Mamzelle Aurélie into a flutter that was almost agitation. The children had to be gathered. Where was Ti Nomme? Yonder in the shed, putting an edge on his knife at the grindstone. And Marcéline and Marcélette? Cutting and fashioning doll-rags in the corner of the gallery. As for Élodie, she was safe enough in Mamzelle Aurélie's arms; and she had screamed with delight at sight of the familiar blue cart which was bringing her mother back to her.
The excitement was all over, and they were gone. How still it was when they were gone! Mamzelle Aurélie stood upon the gallery, looking and listening. She could no longer see the cart; the red sunset and the blue-gray twilight had together flung a purple mist across the fields and road that hid it from her view. She could no longer hear the wheezing and creaking of its wheels. But she could still faintly hear the shrill, glad voices of the children.
She turned into the house. There was much work awaiting her, for the children had left a sad disorder behind them; but she did not at once set about the task of righting it. Mamzelle Aurélie seated herself beside the table. She gave one slow glance through the room, into which the evening shadows were creeping and deepening around her solitary figure. She let her head fall down upon her bended arm, and began to cry. Oh, but she cried! Not softly, as women often do. She cried like a man, with sobs that seemed to tear her very soul. She did not notice Ponto licking her hand.

The Beatles -Let It Be

The Pearls

The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls, was
Almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout
stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white
pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy. Can
I have them? Please, Mommy, please?"

Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil
box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes
of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five.
That's almost $2.00.If you really want them, I'll think of
some extra chores for you and in no time you can save
enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's
only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill
from Grandma."

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank
and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more
than her share of chores and she went to the neighbour
and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions
for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her
another new dollar bill and at last she had enough
money to buy the necklace.

Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up
and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school,
kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them
off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.
Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck
green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she
was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing
and come upstairs to read her a story.
One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny,
"Do you love me?" "Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love
you." "Then give me your pearls."

"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess,
the white horse from my collection, the one with the
pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me.
She's my very favourite."

"That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night."
And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later,
after the story time, Jenny's
daddy asked again, "Do you love me?" "Daddy, you know
I love you." "Then give me your pearls."

Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby
doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is
beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that
matches her sleeper."
That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one.
Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek
with a gentle kiss.

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was
sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style.
As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling
and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"

Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand
up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her
little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she
finally said, "Here, daddy, this is for you."

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's daddy
reached out with one hand to take the dime-store
necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand
of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had them
all the time.

He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store
stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.


So it is with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for
us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he
can give us beautiful treasures.


Isn't God good? Are you holding onto things that God
wants you to let go of.

Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners,
relationships, habits and activities that you have
come so attached to that it seems impossible to let
go?
Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the
other hand but do believe this one thing ....

God will never take away something without giving you
something better in its place.
Have a wonderful day.
If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.
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THINGS ARE NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM

 

Two travelling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guestroom. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem."

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears.  Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field. The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused. The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die.

"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.

 "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn’t find it."

"Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem." 

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later... 

One White Rose

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: "It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go... Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..." Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'
Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk towards him and I asked him who he wanted to give this doll to. 'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus cannot bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to ask her wait until I came back from the supermarket.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me. I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy. 'What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?' 'OK' he said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some left over. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money.' Then he looked at me and added: 'I asked yesterday before I went to sleep for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me. I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose. You know, my mummy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady came back again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away? I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.
The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second,a drunk man had taken all this away from him. 

I Asked God

I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

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I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary

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I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations, it isn't granted, it is learned.

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I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

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I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.

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I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! ,
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

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I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

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I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea. 

Whispers

The man whispered, "God, speak to me"
And a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.
So the man yelled, "God, speak to me"
And the thunder rolled across the sky.
But, the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, God let me see you"
And a star shined brightly
But, the man did not see.
And, the man shouted,
"God show me a miracle."
And, a child was born.
But, the man did not notice.
So, the man cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here."
Whereupon God reached down and touched the man.
But, the man brushed the butterfly away ..............
and walked on.
I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple things that we take for granted ... even in our electronic age
So I would like to add one more:
The man cried,
"God, I need your help!"
And an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.
But, the man deleted it and continued crying .............
Don't miss out on a blessing just
because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.
I decided to send this to people that I wanted God to bless,
so I picked you. If you choose to, won't you please pass
this to people you want to be blessed?

Expect the unexpected...
Have A Happy Day! 

I AM THERE

Do you need Me?
I am there.
You cannot see Me, yet I am the light that you see by.
You cannot hear Me, yet I speak through your voice.
You cannot feel Me, yet I am the power at work in your hands.

I am at work, though you do not understand My ways.
I am at work, yet you do not recognise My works.

I am not strange visions. I am not mysteries.
Only in absolute stillness, beyond self, can you know Me as I am, and then but as a feeling and a faith.

Yet I am there. Yet I hear. Yet I answer.
When you need Me, I am there.
Even if you deny Me, I am there.
Even when you feel your most alone, I am there.
Even in your fears, I am there.
Even in your pain, I am there.

I am there when you pray and when you do not pray.
I am in you, and you are in Me.
Only in your mind can you feel separate from Me, for only in your mind are the mists of "yours" and "mine".
Yet only with your mind can you know me and experience Me.

Empty your heart of empty fears.
When you get yourself out of the way, I am there.
You can of yourself do nothing, but I can do all.
And I am in all.
Though you may not see the good, good is there, for I am there.
I am there because I have to be, because I am.

Only in Me does the world have meaning; only out of Me does the world take form; only because of Me does the world go forward.
I am the law on which the movement of the stars and the growth of the living cells are founded.
I am the love that is the law's fulfilling.
I am assurance.
I am peace.
I am oneness.
I am the law that you can live by.
I am your assurance.
I am your peace.
I am one with you.
I am.

Though you fail to find Me, I do not fail you.
Though your faith in Me is unsure, My faith in you never wavers, because I know you, because I love you.
Beloved, I am there. 

OMG! It's David Cook!

David Cook Da Best! :)

Nice eyes!

Don't be sad Mr.Cook! Smile!

Love Story Of The Month

I have a friend, who is very Beautiful. I met her when we had Our Quaterly meeting in Office. SomeHow I got her number,& we used to Chat a Lot.. Few days passed and our friendship grew stronger. She became my best buddy.

Then came the day when I proposed Her. I still remember it. It was My friend's Marriage Day. I Proposed her through SMS(big mistake of mine). It was the most unforgettable moment of my life. I Did't get any reply from her..Later in the evening i got a Msg Saying that " We will be Friends Forever" ..That Msg Brought me Some PAin..The next day i was Very Shy to talk to her...

My friends supported me in those trying days. I Knew that She Won't be Mine, but still I continued loving and thinking about her
I tried to forget her..I had to carry on in life without her..

I didn’t even think about my future. I just knew one thing — I love her...After that brief instance, we didn’t meet for nearly2Weeks. It was a period of heartburns and tribulations. We had lots of quarrel, but we still stayed with each other. There was something that brought us together, It was strange, we could neither stay apart nor together. But there was always this strong bonding and we continued conversing on the phone. Hours used to pass and we couldn’t realize it. I cared a lot for Her..

After remaining apart and keeping alive the fire between us, we again met. That meeting was the most precious gift . I was tense and speechless when I met her.The day we did, we had a fight over a small misunderstanding. Sometimes, lack of conversation can lead to misunderstandings that can never be sorted out. I tried a lot to resolve the differences, but She dint want it to happen. I don’t know why. I thought She was frustrated. I left her alone for few days, thinking time will bring her back. But She didn’t. Maybe, She never felt my need in her life.Life seems to be so easy, but it’s not.

Whatever happened, I am still grateful to her because She was the one with whom I fell in love. Now, when I feel like expressing myself, I can’t do that. She is not with me. I know, now She will never turn up. I still love her and will continue to love her ..She Has Gone, But Not Her Love..... 

Argg!

Whole day playing computer. =.=" I'm bored like hell! oh shyt, someone please make a joke! aw.. 2 week Holiday! hrap2 tdak boring 2 mnggu.. EEE! better Meet (DC) ! AHA! shhh.. ok.. waka waka..

Arsenal return to the stadium where they made Champions League history tonight hoping a new generation can rise to the challenge of going one better than the old.

After all, even in today's ever-shifting footballing world there can be few clubs whose make-up has changed as much as the Gunners' in the last three years.
In 2006, Estadio El Madrigal was the setting as Arsenal reached their first final in Europe's premier competition after narrowly overcoming a Villarreal side thanks in no small part to Jens Lehmann's last-gasp penalty save.
Since Barcelona condemned the Gunners to a subsequent glorious failure in Paris, they have moved to the stunning Emirates Stadium, endured takeover jostling in the boardroom and rapidly modified the playing staff.
Only three players who started that semi-final here remain at the club - Emmanuel Eboue, Kolo Toure and Cesc Fabregas - and of those three, one is now a midfielder, one nearly left the club altogether and the other is now captain at the tender age of 21.
"I feel we were close to winning the Champions League back then," reflected Wenger. "We lost players and this year the team has become stronger since the beginning of the season.
"It is a very young team and my hope is that we can keep them together and develop very well.
"This team has shown a fantastic spirit because they had to fight against every negative opinion existing in England and they did that very well."
It would represent a comeback of Herculean proportions should Arsenal pick themselves up off the canvas to take home Europe's grand prize after a season of injury and inner turmoil.
As if to exemplify the club's injury jinx, Wenger has used 24 players in Europe this season - only Juventus and Real Madrid have fielded more.
Such upheaval disrupted another element of the club's transition: the adoption of a new formation.
The 4-2-3-1 incarnation expected to be deployed tonight first saw light in Arsenal's 1-1 draw against Dinamo Kiev back in September, when a late William Gallas equaliser papered over the cracks of a disjointed display.
Saturday's 2-0 victory over Manchester City using the same system was a marked improvement and that progression over recent months contributes to Wenger's belief that his side have matured in the face of adversity.
"We are here because we fought very hard to get here," said the 59-year-old. "We had for a long time, no Walcott, Fabregas or Adebayor and yet managed to come back in the League and make the quarter-finals of the Champions League. They can help us to go further and I am very happy to have them back. But it is the history of our season that we had some big injuries but it didn't stop us going from to strength to strength."
Villarreal have never lost a Champions League match at home - although that record encompasses just seven games - and have conceded only one goal in five matches against English opposition at Estadio El Madrigal.
Despite Wenger's 'play to win' battle cry, Arsenal's priority will be simply to keep the tie alive following tonight's encounter, because the Spaniards are a far less formidable proposition away from their home base.
Santi Cazorla's absence through a fractured shin bone is a blow to coach Manuel Pellegrini - the winger's importance underlined in his status as the only Villarreal player to have featured in all seven Champions League ties to date.
Wenger has often trumpeted the potential of his youngsters but they must now start to realise it, starting with an improvement on last month's faltering performance in scraping past Roma on penalties in the previous round.
The record books show four trophyless years since a fortuitous 2005 FA Cup victory and the standards of achievement the Frenchman has set himself during his time in charge makes this unacceptable.
Arsenal left this stadium three years ago genuinely believing they had the chance to win the Champions League. The club may have seismically transformed, but Wenger will hope they head to the airport tomorrow night with that same feeling.
After all, just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed.

Robin van Persie has admitted he is wary of Guus Hiddink's Midas touch ahead of Arsenal's FA Cup semi-final showdown with Chelsea

The 63-year-old Blues boss has won nine of his 12 games in charge since taking over in February and guided Chelsea into the last four of the Champions League.
Van Persie scored both goals as the Gunners beat Chelsea 2-1 in the League last November but the Dutch striker fears they face an altogether tougher proposition at Wembley tomorrow now his fellow countryman is at the helm.
"The first thing I thought when he came was 'Oh no! He will win something', because he is unbelievable," said the 25-year-old.
"I saw him two years ago in Holland because we use the same physio.
"I asked him: 'Can I see your hands?' and he said: 'Yes, why?'. I said: 'Because everything you put your hand on turns to gold'. He was laughing, and he is fantastic."
Arsenal face a defensive crisis with Kieran Gibbs struggling to be fit with a groin problem and Bacary Sagna battling to overcome illness.
Goalkeeper Manuel Almunia and defenders William Gallas, Johan Djourou and Gael Clichy are already ruled out but Van Persie (right) instead highlighted Chelsea's own frailties at the back.
"That is what I noticed as well, in the last two games they conceded seven goals," he said.
Van Persie is expected to sign a new contract in the summer now Arsenal look likely to qualify for next season's Champions League and he added: "I think the main thing is that Arsenal really want to extend it and I want to extend it as well."

OMG!

Netherlands~ I owes Support u all! Good luck u all!

 Robin Van Persie~ My fav Football Player

The Farmer's Law

One weekend a lawyer from New York decided to go bird hunting in Vermont. The lawyer drove to Vermont and found a good hunting spot near a farm. The lawyer sees a bird, shoots it and watches fall to the ground on the other side of the barns fence.
The lawyer, thinking to himself that's my bird I have to go get it, climbs the fence retrieves the bird and climbs back. Just as he gets back over the farmer comes up to him and says, "give me my bird." The lawyer says to him " your bird no no no I shot this bird it is mine."
"No" says the farmer,"it landed on my property it is mine." "Look" says the lawyer, "I am a lawyer, I will sue you , you will lose and I will get the duck." "No" says the farmer, "that's not how we do it here in Vermont, we use the three kick rule."
"Ok" says the lawyer, how does that work?" "I kick you three times as hard as I can, than you kick me as hard as you an three time and we keep going until one of us gives up." "Fine" says the lawyer, "let's go." "I'll go first" says the famer. So the famer kicks layer as hard as he can in the groin.
And just as lawyer is bent over in pain the famer kicks him right in the face. now just as the lawyer is thinking what did IU get myself into the farmer kicks him in the stomach. after the lawyer gets over the agonizing pain he says ok now it's my turn. No the farmer says, "I quit you can have the duck."

The Christian Bear

There was a man who one day didnt feel like going to church so he decided to go hunting instead.
He was out in the bush when he was aproched from behind by a bear. He dropped his gun by accident but didnt bother to pick it up.
He ran for his life. Weaving in and out the trees with the bear on his trail. Curving around a tree he triped over its root.
He looked up and the bear looked down. The bear was about to strike at him. He put his hands together and prayed:
"Dear lord, Please let this bear be a christian."
the bear sat down on its bum and held the mans hands, closed his eyes and said: "Dear lord, Thankyou for the food that i am about to recieve"

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