tan space

M is for the million things she gave me,

O means only that she’s growing old.

T is for the tears she shed to save me,

H is for her heart of purest gold.

E is for her eyes of love-light shining,

R is right and right she’ll always be!

Falling in love seems to be the most beautiful things that can happen to anyone. When cupid strikes, there no escape.Deep down you simply know that you have been bitten by the love bug.

 It can be love at first sight. Or even a blossoming romance that flourished over years. In most cases, you do not get to choose who you fall in love with.It just happens. They met,fell madly in love and got married....Happy Valentines.

You are my fucking friends,

And i hope you know that's fucking true.

No matter what the fuck happens,

I will stand the fuck by you.

I will fucking be there for you.

Whenever the fuck you need me.

To lend you a fucking hand.

To do a fucking good deed.

So juzt fucking call on me,

Whenever the fuck you need anything.

Fuck....i will always be there for you.

Even to the bitter fucking end.

This promise to all you fucking friends...

To show you fucking friendship...

Fuck you.....

 

 

School :  A place where Papa pays and Son plays.

Life Insurance:  A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that you can die Rich.

Nurse:  A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills.

Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters.

Divorce: Future tense of Marriage.

Tears : The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by feminine waterpower.

Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of  the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either"

Conference: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.

Compromise : The art of dividing a cake in such a way that  everybody believes he got the biggest piece.

Dictionary : A place where success comes before work.

Conference Room : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.

Father : A banker provided by nature.

Criminal: A guy no different from the rest....except that he got caught.

Boss : Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.

Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after.

Doctor : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills.

Classic : Books, which people praise, but do not read.

Smile : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.

Office :  A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.

Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.

Etc .: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.

Committee : Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.

Experience : The name men give to their mistakes.

Atom Bomb : An invention to end all inventions.

Philosopher : A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of  when  dead.

it's been 10mths...i thought i forget her, but suddenly out of the blues...she appear into my life again. saw her online..try to delete her... but i can't do it. i afraid i will never see her again. why did she have to let me see her online....this few weeks crazy thinking about her.ask her to delete me from her messenger. she did...thank you...time for me to move on ...wish you all the best and forever happy....

Remember these simple guidelines for
happiness


Free your heart from hate
Free your mind from worry
Live simple
Give more
Expect less

 

 

 

tomorrow is valentine's day. it is not juzt for lovers. it's also for friends and family who love and care for each others than lovers. on special occasion like this, i always feel lonely and alone. i wish that i have someone to be with.but what can i do! what  is love..love is when you think of her when you doing something, and when you think of her you can't do anything...love is a tender touch...a warm embrance...its sumthing tat ...leaves on everlasting trace..so to all lovers...singles...fathers ...mothers...friends...Happy Valentine's day!

seeing her online again...i know that my feeling for her is still there..should i contact her again..

  went hiking on sunday, after few months didn't go. feel damm tired. look like lots of expert there now. dono if i'm the one who feeling old. everyone i walking faster than me. last time i can pass most of them easily.on tuesday saw a car belongs to a fren of mine. how is she now?? long time didn't see her.....

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?
If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?
Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
You can only go as far as you push!
Actions speak louder than words.
The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.
Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.
Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.
A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.
Some people make the world special by just being in it.
Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.
When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.

True friendship never ends.
Friends are forever.

Good friends are like stars....you don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart.

If u love something...let it go.
If it comes back to you its yours....
If it doesn't then it never was.

A kiss is just a kiss until u find the one you love.
A hug is just a hug until its one ur thinking of.  

another year passby.. still hv lots of thing haven't done..still alone and lonely..still hope to see her again...still miss her...merry christmas and happy new year everyone......

It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the one
> you love because of pride".
>
>
> Brothers & Sisters,
>
> Please take time to read the following article, which is a true story,
and
> notice how little mis-understandings and more importantly
"UNFORGIVENESS"
> which leads to the ruin of most families.
>
>
>
> God Bless
>
> +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
>
> A fatal misunderstanding and the person who love me the most in this
world
> is gone forever. This is a true story, taken from "Family".
>
> Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
> Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years
with
> us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.Mother
> endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him,
see
> him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a
> great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby

> to where he is today.
>
> I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a
> balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some
> greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up

> and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he

> said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to
> test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any
> moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument
and
> both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head

> continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to
> this kind of panic-joy feeling.
>
> Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For
> example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she

> could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young
people
> spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the
> flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house,our mood
will
> also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled:

> "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."
>
> Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came

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

> In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? Atthe
> breakfast table, mother facial _expression is always like the dark
clouds
> before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use
her
> chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I
am
> a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from along day

> of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that
additional
> few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to
all
> the protest mother makes.
>
> >From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon
her
> help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all
kinds
> of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and
that
> resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags;she would
> scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so
as
> not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day,late
at
> night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her

> bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a
> difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that
entire
> night.
>
> I pretended to be a spoilt child,tried acting cute,but he totally
ignored
> me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me
and
> said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die
eating
> from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"
>
> After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to
me
> and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the
> house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to

> who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare
breakfast,
> mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without
any
> prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily
> eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
> failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast

> situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.
>
> That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is

> it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you
chose
> not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in
> tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time,hubby
> sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left
with
> no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
>
> The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a
> sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up
my
> throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw

> down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out.
> Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling
> veryloudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway
> staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no
> words came out of it, I really didn't mean it. We had our very first big

> fight that day; mother took a look at us,then stood up and slowly made
her
> way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and
followed
> mother down the stairs.
>
> For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was
so
> furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up
> with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having
the
> feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food,coupled with

> all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.
> Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible, you should go and see
a
> doctor."
>
> The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I

> threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that
> otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through
> this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that
day?
>
>
> At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only
been
> three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but
one
> look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to
him.
> He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he
doesn't
> know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through
my
> heart.
>
> I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that
moment,
> I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am

> having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles
of
> joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears
started
> rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one
> fight?
>
> Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted
> look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of them blanket.That night,

> sound of the drawers opening woke me up.I switched on the lights and I
saw
> hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I
> stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and
> some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for
> good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I
gave
> a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.
>
> The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have
a
> good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a
> weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now

> in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and
by
> the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not
look
> at me, his face was expressionless.
>
> I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the

> tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral,

> hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted
> stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident
> from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in
> dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old
> house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk

> faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit
> her...
>
> I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up

> that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...In his heart, I am
indirectly
> the killer of his mother. Hubby moved into mother's room and came home
> every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under

> the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to

> him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I
> saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my
> mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a
big
> and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my
> fault at all.
>
> Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby
> came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were
> living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the
> dead knot in his heart.
>
> One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass
window,
> I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly
> brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering
> from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of
my
> hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to
say
> to him, and there is no need to say anything.
>
> The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby

> stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,
challenging
> me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the

> brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any
longer,
> I will collapse together with the baby inside me.
>
> That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to use that as a way to
> indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other.

> He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home

> from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had
returned
> to take some of his stuff.
>
> I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything
to
> him vanished.
>
> I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again

> and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the
> physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider
> aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to
> this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her
death.
>
> One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The
whole
> house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was
this
> piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.
>
> In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find

> peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait
a
> while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just
> like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot
> cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let
tears
> come out from there.
>
> After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy.
I
> smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me.

> Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed
> the paper to him.
>
> LD, you are pregnant?"
>
> Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could
> not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said:
> "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now."
>
> He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly
moved
> over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far

> away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot
> remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me,I had originally
thought
> that I would forgive him,but now I can't.
>
> In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his
> eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scares in each
> other's heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally intentional.
>
> I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized
now,
> what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.
>
> Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some
warmth
> to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he
> buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to

> him.
>
> >From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had
> vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the
> bedroom,but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had

> no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can
> hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick;
> last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will
> surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and

> laugh.
>
> He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because

> there is love, but now, what is there between us?
>
> Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was
> born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant
> products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and
> bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying
to
> use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He

> has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing
> away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing,
> but none of that matters to me anymore.
>
> It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one
late
> night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing
> into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been
waiting
> for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs,stopped a car,
> holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow,
> throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he

> carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his

> skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who
> else would love me as much as he did?
>
> He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes

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

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

> was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought
> that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our
son:
> "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you
> before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you
> will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only can accompany
> you throughout that journey, how nice would it be.
>
> But daddy now no long has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all

> the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your
> lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's
> suggestion... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if
I
> have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is
> very happy. "Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who
> loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."
>
> >From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work
and
> even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was
> written there.
>
> Hubby has also written a letter for me:
>
> "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain
I
> have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I
want
> to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My

> dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would
smile,
> thank you for loving me... These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them

> to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him
every
> year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the
packaging..."
>
> Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son
over
> and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our
> son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."
>
> He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in

> his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the
button
> on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears

> slowly rolled down my face...
>
> THE END.
>
>
> "It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the
one
> you love because of pride".

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you its only seed

It's the soul afraid of dreaming,
That never learns to dance
And the soul afraid of waking,
That never takes the chance

It's the one, who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying,
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
When you feel that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose

 

When you are together with that special someone, you pretend to ignore

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments
that take our breath away,"

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much that they would die for
you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like
you.

4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

5. You mean the world to someone.

6. If not for you, someone may not be living.

7. You are special and unique.

8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably
won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time,
sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come
from it.

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look; you
most likely turned your back on the world.

11. Someone that you don't even know exist, loves you.

12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude
remarks.

13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better
when they know and you'll both be happy.

14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they
are great.