Saturday, 3 September 2011

Many friend,,but no friends,,

A Hare was very popular with the other animals, who all claimed to be her friends.
One day she heard the hounds approaching her and hoped to escape them by the aid of her Friends.
So, she went to the horse, and asked him to carry her away from the hounds on his back. But he declined, stating that he had important work to do for his master. "He felt sure," he said, "that all her other friends would come to her assistance."
She then applied to the bull, and hoped that he would repel the hounds with his horns. The bull replied: "I am very sorry, but I have an appointment with a lady; but I feel sure that our friend the goat will do what you want."
The goat, however, feared that his back might do her some harm if he took her upon it. The ram, he felt sure, was the proper friend to ask for help.
So she went to the ram and told him the case. The ram replied: "Another time, my dear friend. I do not like to interfere on the present occasion, as hounds have been known to eat sheep as well as hares."
The Hare then applied, as a last hope, to the calf, who regretted that he was unable to help her, as he did not like to take the responsibility upon himself, as so many older persons than himself had declined the task.
By this time the hounds were quite near, and the Hare took to her heels and luckily escaped.

Moral of the story :
He that has many friends, has no friends.

Family Dulu!!

After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love.
A little while ago I had to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea.
"I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise.
"But I love YOU," I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you," I responded.
"Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, then said, "I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entrées, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation -nothing extraordinary-but catching up on recent events of each others life.
We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you". I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.
"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
Some time later I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn't be there but, never-the-less, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you."
At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time".

I LOVE U in 174 languages,,,!!

  1. I Love You in Afrikaans - Ek is lief vir jou
  2. I Love You in Albanian - te dua
  3. I Love You in Alentejano (Portugal) - Gosto De Ti, Porra!
  4. I Love You in Alsacien (Elsass) - Ich hoan dich gear
  5. I Love You in Amharic (Aethio.) - Afekrishalehou
  6. I Love You in Arabic - Ana Ahebak / Ana Bahibak
  7. I Love You in Armenian - yes kez shat em siroom
  8. I Love You in Assamese - Moi tomak bhal pau
  9. I Love You in Assyr - Az tha hijthmekem
  10. I Love You in Bahasa Malayu (Malaysia) - Saya cinta mu
  11. I Love You in Bambara - M'bi fe
  12. I Love You in Bangla - Ami tomakay bala basi
  13. I Love You in Bangladeschi - Ami tomake walobashi
  14. I Love You in Basque - Nere maitea
  15. I Love You in Batak - Holong rohangku di ho
  16. I Love You in Bavarian - tuI mog di
  17. I Love You in Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
  18. I Love You in Bengali - Ami tomake bhalobashi
  19. I Love You in Berber - Lakh tirikh
  20. I Love You in Bicol - Namumutan ta ka
  21. I Love You in Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
  22. I Love You in Bolivian Quechua - Qanta munani
  23. I Love You in Bosnian - Ja te volim (formally) or volim-te Turkish seni seviyorum
  24. I Love You in Bulgarian - As te obicham
  25. I Love You in Bulgarian - Obicham te
  26. I Love You in Burmese - chit pa de
  27. I Love You in Cambodian (to the female) - bon saleng oun
  28. I Love You in Cambodian (to the male) - oun saleng bonv
  29. I Love You in Canadian French - Je t'adore ("I love you")
  30. I Love You in Canadian French - Je t'aime ("I like you")
  31. I Love You in Catalan - T'estim (mallorcan)
  32. I Love You in Cebuano - Gihigugma ko ikaw
  33. I Love You in Chamoru (or Chamorro) - Hu guaiya hao
  34. I Love You in Cherokee - Tsi ge yu i
  35. I Love You in Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse
  36. I Love You in Chichewa - Ndimakukonda
  37. I Love You in Chickasaw - Chiholloli (first 'i' nasalized)
  38. I Love You in Chinese - Ngo oi ney a (Cantonese)
  39. I Love You in Chinese - Wuo ai nee (Mandarin)
  40. I Love You in Corsican - Ti tengu cara (to female)
  41. I Love You in Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)
  42. I Love You in Creol - Mi aime jou
  43. I Love You in Croatian - Volim te (used in common speech)
  44. I Love You in Czech - Miluji Te
  45. I Love You in Danish - Jeg elsker dig
  46. I Love You in Dutch - Ik hou van jou
  47. I Love You in Dutch - Jeg elsker dig
  48. I Love You in Ecuador Quechua - Canda munani
  49. I Love You in English - I love thee (used only in Christian context)
  50. I Love You in English - I love you
  51. I Love You in Eskimo - Nagligivaget
  52. I Love You in Esperanto - Mi amas vim
  53. I Love You in Estonian - Ma armastan sind / Mina armastan sind (formal)
  54. I Love You in Ethiopia - afekereshe alhu
  55. I Love You in Faroese - Eg elski teg
  56. I Love You in Farsi - Tora dost daram
  57. I Love You in Filipino - Mahal ka ta
  58. I Love You in Finnish (Minä) rakastan sinua
  59. I Love You in Flemish (Ghent) - 'k'ou van ui
  60. I Love You in French (formal) - Je vous aime
  61. I Love You in Friesian - Ik hald fan dei
  62. I Love You in Gaelic - Tá mé i ngrá leat
  63. I Love You in Galician - Querote (or) Amote
  64. I Love You in Georgian - Miquar shen
  65. I Love You in German - Ich liebe Dich
  66. I Love You in Ghanaian - Me dor wo
  67. I Love You in Greek - agapo se
  68. I Love You in Greek - S'agapo
  69. I Love You in Greenlandic - Asavakit
  70. I Love You in Gronings - Ik hol van die
  71. I Love You in Gujarati - oo tane prem karu chu
  72. I Love You in Hausa - Ina sonki
  73. I Love You in Hawaiian - Aloha au ia`oe
  74. I Love You in Hebrew - Ani ohevet ota
  75. I Love You in Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw
  76. I Love You in Hindi - Main tumsey pyaar karta hoon / Maine Pyar Kiya
  77. I Love You in Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
  78. I Love You in Hokkien - Wa ai lu
  79. I Love You in Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta
  80. I Love You in Hungarian - Szeretlek te'ged
  81. I Love You in Icelandic - Eg elska thig
  82. I Love You in Ilocano - Ay ayating ka
  83. I Love You in Indi - Mai Tujhe Pyaar Kartha Ho
  84. I Love You in Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu ('Saya', commonly used)
  85. I Love You in Inuit - Negligevapse
  86. I Love You in Iranian - Mahn doostaht doh-rahm
  87. I Love You in Irish - taim i' ngra leat
  88. I Love You in Italian - Ti amo/Ti voglio bene
  89. I Love You in Japanese - Anata wa, dai suki desu
  90. I Love You in Javanese (formal) - Kulo tresno marang panjenengan
  91. I Love You in Javanese (informal) - aku terno kowe
  92. I Love You in Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene
  93. I Love You in Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
  94. I Love You in Kenya (Kalenjin) - Achamin
  95. I Love You in Kenya (Kiswahili) - Ninakupenda
  96. I Love You in Kikongo - Mono ke zola nge (mono ke' zola nge')
  97. I Love You in Kiswahili - Nakupenda
  98. I Love You in Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
  99. I Love You in Korean - SA LANG HAE / Na No Sa Lan Hei
  100. I Love You in Kurdish - Khoshtm Auyt
  101. I Love You in Laos - Chanrackkun
  102. I Love You in Latin - Te amo
  103. I Love You in Latvian - Es mîlu Tevi
  104. I Love You in Lebanese - Bahibak
  105. I Love You in Lingala - Nalingi yo
  106. I Love You in Lithuanian - As Myliu Tave
  107. I Love You in Lojban - mi do prami
  108. I Love You in Luo - Aheri
  109. I Love You in Luxembourgeois - Ech hun dech gäer
  110. I Love You in Macedonian - Jas Te Sakam
  111. I Love You in Madrid - lingo Me molas, tronca
  112. I Love You in Maiese - Wa wa
  113. I Love You in Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Saya cinta mu
  114. I Love You in Maltese - Inhobbok hafna
  115. I Love You in Marathi - Me tula prem karto
  116. I Love You in Mohawk - Kanbhik
  117. I Love You in Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik
  118. I Love You in Nahuatl - Ni mits neki
  119. I Love You in Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni
  120. I Love You in Ndebele - Niyakutanda
  121. I Love You in Nigeria (Hausa) - Ina sonki
  122. I Love You in Nigeria (Yoruba langauge) - Mo fe ran re
  123. I Love You in Norwegian - Jeg elsker deg
  124. I Love You in Osetian - Aez dae warzyn
  125. I Love You in Pakistan (Urdu) - May tum say pyar karta hun
  126. I Love You in Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
  127. I Love You in Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
  128. I Love You in Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo
  129. I Love You in Persian - Tora Doost Darem
  130. I Love You in Pig Latin - I-yea Ove-lea Ou-yea
  131. I Love You in Polish - Kocham Cie
  132. I Love You in Portuguese (Brazilian) - Eu te amo
  133. I Love You in Punjabi - me tumse pyar ker ta hu'
  134. I Love You in Quenya - Tye-mela'ne
  135. I Love You in Romanian - Te ador (stronger)
  136. I Love You in Romanian - Te iubesc
  137. I Love You in Russian - Ya tyebya lyublyu
  138. I Love You in Samoan - Ou te alofa outou
  139. I Love You in Sanskrit - tvayi snihyaami
  140. I Love You in Scottish Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort
  141. I Love You in Serbo-Croatian - Volim te
  142. I Love You in Setswana - Ke a go rata
  143. I Love You in Shona - Ndinokuda
  144. I Love You in Sign language - Spread hand out so no fingers are touching. Bring in middle & ring fingers and touch then to the palm of your hand.
  145. I Love You in Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
  146. I Love You in Singhalese - Mama oyaata aadareyi
  147. I Love You in Slovenian - ljubim te
  148. I Love You in South Sotho - Ke o Rata
  149. I Love You in Spanish - Te quiero / te amo / yo amor
  150. I Love You in Sri Lanka - mame adhare
  151. I Love You in Surinam - Mi lobi joe
  152. I Love You in Swahili - Naku penda
  153. I Love You in Swedish - Jag älskar dig
  154. I Love You in Swiss-German - Ch-ha di gärn
  155. I Love You in Tagalong - Mahal Kita / Iniibig kita
  156. I Love You in Tahitian - Ua here au ia oe
  157. I Love You in Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li
  158. I Love You in Tamil - Naan Unnai Khadalikkeren
  159. I Love You in Telugu - Nenu Ninnu Premisthunnanu
  160. I Love You in Thailand - Khao Raak Thoe / chun raak ter
  161. I Love You in Tunisian - Ha eh bak
  162. I Love You in Turkish - Seni Seviyorum
  163. I Love You in Ukrainian - Yalleh blutebeh / ya tebe kohayu
  164. I Love You in Urdu - Mea tum se pyaar karta hu (to a girl)
  165. I Love You in Urdu - Mea tum se pyar karti hu (to a boy)
  166. I Love You in Vietnamese (Females) - Em yeu Anh
  167. I Love You in Vietnamese (Males) - Anh yeu Em
  168. I Love You in Vlaams - Ik hue van ye
  169. I Love You in Vulcan - Wani ra yana ro aisha
  170. I Love You in Welsh - Rwy'n dy garu di
  171. I Love You in Wolof - Da ma la nope
  172. I Love You in Yiddish - Ich han dich lib
  173. I Love You in Yoruba - Mo ni fe
  174. I Love You in Yucatec Maya - 'in k'aatech (the love of lovers)
  175. I Love You in Yugoslavian - Ya te volim
  176. I Love You in Zambia (Chibemba) - Nali ku temwa
  177. I Love You in Zazi - Ezhele hezdege (sp?)
  178. I Love You in Zimbabwe - Ndinokuda
  179. I Love You in Zulu - Mina funani wena


Linda Birtish literally gave herself away. Linda was an outstanding teacher who felt that if she had the time, she would like to create great art and poetry. When she was 28, however, she began to get severe headaches. Her doctors discovered that she had an enormous brain tumor. They told her that her chances of surviving an operation were about 2 percent. Therefore, rather than operate immediately, they chose to wait for six months.

She knew she had great artistry in her. So during those six months she wrote and drew feverishly. 
All of her poetry, except one piece, was published in magazines. All of her art, except one piece, was shown and sold at some of the leading galleries.

At the end of six months, she had the operation. The night before the operation, she decided to literally give herself away. In case of her death, she wrote a "will," in which she donated all of her body parts to those who needed them more than she would.

Unfortunately, Linda's operation was fatal. Subsequently, her eyes went to an eye bank in Bethesda, Maryland, and from there to a recipient in South Carolina. A young man, age 28, went from darkness to sight. That young man was so profoundly grateful that he wrote to the eye bank thanking them for existing. It was only the second "thank you" that the eye bank had received after giving out in excess of 30,000 eyes!

Furthermore, he said he wanted to thank the parents of the donor. They must indeed be magnificent folks to have a child who would give away her eyes. He was given the name of the Birtish family and he decided to fly to see them on Staten Island. He arrived unannounced and rang the doorbell. After hearing his introduction, Mrs. Birtish reached out and embraced him. She said, "Young man, if you've got nowhere to go, my husband and I would love for you to spend your weekend with us."

He stayed, and as he was looking around Linda's room, he saw that she'd read Plato. He'd read Plato in Braille. She'd read Hegel. He'd read Hegel in Braille. The next morning Mrs. Birtish was looking at him and said, "You know, I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before, but I don't know where."

All of a sudden she remembered. She ran upstairs and pulled out the last picture Linda had ever drawn. It was a portrait of her ideal man. The picture was virtually identical to this young man who had received Linda's eyes. Then her mother read the last poem Linda had written on her deathbed. It read:

Two hearts passing in the night
falling in love never able to gain each other's sight.

Love Thought of Saturday- Trust is ?

Patience Is Best,,,

It's been three months since we've started dating. Ever since 9th grade, we've always dreamt of being together. I used to give him love letters everyday when we were in high school. I'm in love with one of the best racers in the city. That gives me a good reputation. Well ever since he's got that car, he's been working on it 24/7. We barely have any time together anymore. On our last month anniversary, I bought him a new part for his car. He would always promise that he would get me something better if I wait... So i do. He told me not to buy him anymore things for him as he said it's his job to buy me things so I stopped and waited for our anniversaries.

- A Month Later
It's August 1st, and its our 4th anniversary. I see this beautiful necklace in a catalog I got in the mail. He walks in and puts his tools down to get a drink...
Mark: Hey babe, what are u doing?
Angelica: Looking at some jewelry.
Mark: Oh cool.
Angelica: By the way babe... Do u know what day it is?
Mark: Is it race night?
Angelica: No... Nevermind forget it.
Mark: Ok (Walks back into the garage to work on the car)
I stared at the catalog and touched the picture of the necklace while a teardrop fell onto the page. I went into the room and cried for about two hours straight. He didn't even notice how I felt that night. He has never gotten me anything for any of our anniversaries. I've waited for 4 months and yet there was still nothing.
- Another Month Later
It's September 1st, and its our 5th anniversary. I'm flipping through the channels and I found the first movie that we ever watched together. As usual, he was working on his car. He walks in to wash his hands...
Mark: Hey babe, what are you doing?
Angelica: Watching the first movie that we ever watched together.
Mark: Oh I remember that... (Smiles and walks out)
Angelica: Wait...
Mark: (Walks in again) Yes babe?
Angelica: Do u know what day is today?
Mark: Yeah it's friday... Why?
Angelica: Nothing... Never mind.
Mark: Oh Ok (Walks back into the garage)
I turned the TV off and ran into my room and cried for three hours this time. He still didn't notice it. He has never gotten me anything for any of our anniversaries. I've waited 5 months and still nothing.

- Another Month Passes

It's October 1st, and it's our 6th anniversary. I'm reading the love letters that he wrote to me when we were still in high school. He walks in and gives me a kiss on the cheek...
Mark: Hey babe, what are you doing?
Angelica: Reading your old love letters from high school.
Mark: (Giggle with embarrassment) I remember those... Those were so silly.
Angelica: By the way... Where did you put the love letters that I gave you?
Mark: Uhhh???... In the car...
Angelica: Oh.. "I stood there in disbelief"
Mark: Well anyway... Guess what day it is today babe?
Angelica: (Smiles with joy) What day is it today?...
In my mind - "He finally remembered what day it is!"
Mark: Today is the day my new tires come in that I ordered online (Smiles)
Angelica: Oh yeah I remember.... (Frowns)...
In my mind - "He still doesn't know"
Mark: It's gonna come this afternoon. I'll go wait for it outside. (Runs outside)
I tried to open the last letter but it was too wet with tears. I ran to the room and cried for four hours this time. He still didn't notice. He has never gotten me anything for any of our anniversaries. I've waited 6 months and still nothing.

- Another Month Gone By

It's November 1st, and it's our 7th annversary. I waited for him inside.
"If he doesn't remember this time, then it's over". He walks in...
Mark: Hey babe, what are you doing?
Angelica: Nothing, just waiting for you.
Mark: Why?
Angelica: Do you know what today it is?
Mark: Well it's saturday...
Angelica: How Could You Keep Forgetting!?!?!
Mark: Forget about what?
Angelica: Our Anniversary!!!
Mark: Oh I forgot... I must have been busy working on the...
Angelica: Get Out!
Mark: Babe why?
Angelica: Now!
Mark: but babe I...
Angelica: Go Now!
Mark- Walks outside
I slamed the door on his back and I fell on my knees crying for about 5 hours. I heard the car engine roared into life and blasted out of the driveway. The last thing I heard was his tires skidding on the garage ground. I was so heartbroken that I passed out and fell asleep.

- Three days later (November 4th)

I didn't hear from him since that day. He would usually come back to apologize. I called his family but they said he never went homel. He has nowhere to stay so I called his cellphone. However, It is not in service... I was so worried that I ran up to my room and started crying again. I cried for six hours before I fell asleep on the floor.
I have a nightmare while i was sleeping...
In my dream, we're in his car and we're speeding on a two lane road. I'm in the passenger seat screaming. He was driving and crying at the same time. I tried my best to tell him to slow down but he just won't listen to me. I see a turn coming up. It's a very tight corner and it’s on the edge of a hill. We lost control and spinned out of the road and down the hill. The last thing I saw was a sign that said "SLOW DOWN - 10FT DROP"
I woke up before we crashed and I’m sweating profusely... I was in a daze for about 10 minutes.
I asked myself, "Why didn't i wake up earlier?".
I'd usually wake up before I get scared in my dreams. My friend walks into my room and I quickly got up pretending as if nothing had happened.
Jenn: Wake up sleepy head... Say... Want to go and look at all the lights from the top of the mountains?
Angelica: Cool, I'm there... Just let me get ready.
Jenn: Ok, but hurry up
Angelica: How long was i asleep?
Jenn: About 2 hours

I looked at the clock and it said 7:00 pm on the dot. I'm still wondering about my dream as I wash up and changed into a new shirt.
"It felt so real"
- In the car
We're going up the mountains and the four lane road turned into a two lane road as we got higher. Me and Jenn are talking about going to a concert next week. Suddenly, our conversation turned into a strange eerie silence. Then up the road, I see a sign that says
I gasped and yelled at Jenn, "STOP!!!"
She slams the brakes and we stopped in the middle of the road. Luckily there wasn't any traffic and so we're alone.
I stepped out of the car and looked at the road bend and I saw skid marks on the ground leading to the edge of the hill. There's a big gap in the guard rail as if a car had ran straight into it. I looked down at the edge of the hill to see Mark's car lying at the foot of it, crushed under a tree. I dropped to my knees and went into a daze. Jenn was surprised to see how I found the car.
After shaking myself out from the daze, I ran to the wreck to see Mark lying there with his head down. I checked his pulse only to find out that he's gone. I cried bitterly and while crying, I saw his right hand touching the glove compartment of the dashboard. I walked around to the other side of the car and opened it. I found a box with a lock on it. It was a key lock but there was no key to be found. I looked aroung the wreckage and found a paper sticking out from under the seat. I pulled it and to my surprise, it was the first letter that I wrote to him. I kicked the seat and it broke off and under it was all of the letters that I had wrote to him. Every single one was there. Under all the papers was a key. I looked at it and then looked at the box. I stuck the key in and twisted it. "CLICK!" The box pops open and I dropped to my knees crying again when I saw the necklace that I was eyeing four months ago in the catalog. I looked at it and put it on. But that wasn't all... Under the necklace was a tiny pillow and under that pillow was a diamond ring and a letter.

Dear Angelica,

I've been waiting for a long time for this moment and I think it's the perfect time. We've been together for 8 months and that was enough time for me to find out that you are the right one for me. The whole time I've been working on my car, I've also been planning on how I to tell you this. All i can say now is that I really love you. I want you to be mine and only mine. I will always feel this way no matter what happens to me or you. So in conclusion... Will you accept this ring for me and wear it till the day you die? As long as you have it on, I will always be with you.
Always Love;

P.S. - I will still love you and I'll make up foor all my mistakes even when I die.

I lost my heart and all senses the moment I finished reading the last words. My tears smeared the writing on the letter and the words slowly disappear from the moisture. I noticed that I am covering a part of the letter with my finger. I moved my finger away slowly to read the piece of writing. I read it closely and it says... "November 4th - 5:00pm" I stopped and started thinking… I realized that 5:00pm was when I fell asleep and dreamt about the car crash...
I cried that whole night regretting every single word that I said to him. Till today, I am still wearing the same ring he left for me. I'm also working on his car that he died in. I'm planning to fix it up to be my own. I know that he is still in that car. So I've decided to keep the car with me till I die. As long as I have the car, I'll always have him.

Speeding For Love,,,

(A girl and guy were speeding at over 100 mph on a motorcycle)
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a Big Hug.
(Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? It’s bugging me.
- The next day in the papers -
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of a break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle but only one survived.
The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, and then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant he would die.

Letting go,,,

Jeanne's eyes were wide and filled with tears. She was afraid of what he would say to her.

Jeanne was a nerdy girl with thick glasses. She was a junior in her middle school. She was in love with the hottest guy in the entire school.
And now, she told him that she loved him.
"Haha! Shut up. Nobody would like you! Who do you think I am?"
Jeanne had feared he would say something like that. She was devastated. She started running. She didn't want to face him ever again. All these thoughts and feelings ran through her head. She continued running until she bumped into something.
"Hey, whats up?"
She had bumped into James.
"What?! I'll Go Tell Him! Where Does He Get That Nerve! Sometimes, I Don't Know Why I'm His Best Friend! That's It! I'm Going To Go Beat Him Up!"
"NO! James! Don't do it! It's not his fault. I was the foolish one to think we can ever date."
"But Jeanne!"
"No, it's OK! I should go."
"JEANNE... James grabbed her by the wrist as she was getting up. Don't go..."

Jeanne stared into his eyes and felt so warm and fuzzy; a feeling she didn't feel for a long time. She looked away awkwardly. She was staring into his eyes for such a long time that there was a awkward moment of silence between them. Then, she gently took her wrist out of James grasp and slowly walked away from him with tears in her eyes.
"Dammit, James! You really did it this time! Jeanne just left you! And why are you trying to hit on her?"
James walked back home with his hands stuffed in his pocket. Thoughts of Jeanne ran through his head. He didn't want Jeanne to be hurt by a jackass. He wanted to show her that he loved her. He wanted to show her he cared. But Jeanne seemed to just ignore him. Just as he was deep in thoughts, someone appeared in front of him. James stopped in his tracks to find himself starring at Jeanne again.
"Oh, I'm so sorry... I'm very, very sorry about knocking into you and leaving without saying a word. I'm sorry. Can I repay you somehow?"
"Jeanne", James said, lifting her chin. Jeanne looked through his soft eyes and almost melted.
"James..." said Jeanne. Suddenly, she started crying. James was shocked.
"J-Jeanne? What's wrong?"
"I' m s-s-such a f-fool! H-How c-c-can I e-ever th-think t-that E-Eric loves me?"
"Jeanne... I would not call that foolish... I actually admire you for having the guts to confess your love. However, crying about him is indeed foolish. Jeanne, don't cry about that jerk. Here, let's go to my house. We're right in front of it!" Jeanne nodded.

James led her to the bathroom.
"Take off your glasses. We need to wipe those tears off." He said with a smile. Jeanne took them off without a word. James turned on the water and wetted a washcloth. Then, he gently wiped her tears off her face.
"James.. Do you love me?" James was startled by this comment.
"Why do you ask me that?"
"Because... it seems like it. Do you?"
"Haha! Jeanne, you are my friend."
"Oh... OK. I think I'm not so teary now. Thanks, James."
"No problem. Do you want something to drink?"
"Um... OK." She followed James out the door. He handed her a glass of orange juice and they sat down outside on a bench.
"Are you going to be all right?"
"Yeah... Thanks. But I don't think I'll be able to face him again."
"When he calls you something bad, just yell my name OK?"
"OK." she said with a small laugh.
"But what are you going to do when I call you?"
"I'm going to beat him up!"
"What if everyone starts hating you?"
"It doesn't matter. As long as the one girl I love is happy."
"Ooh, James! You like someone?"
"Yeah... Guess? I'll never tell you until you get the right answer."
"Hmm... is it Amy? She's pretty! What about Lauren? She's nice and quiet. Or is it Becca? She's generous. Or maybe it's Courtney! She's not all that nice though..."

After a few tries, she gave up.
"Who is it? I'm dying of curiosity!"
"Let's see... She has glasses... She's in love with Eric and she's sitting right next to me!" Jeanne let out a small gasp.
"M-Me?" James nodded. Jeanne almost passed out.
"James! I have declared you crazy." James started laughing.
"Why won't you believe me? I like you... I want you to be my girlfriend."
"But you're the second hottest guy in school! What if everyone criticizes you for your bad taste in girls?"
"I don't care. I told you. As long as the one girl I love is happy." he said, smiling.
"No, really, James. No games this time. All serious... All right?"
"Yeah... I know."
"Oh my god..." Jeanne said, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Jeanne, I just want to be the right guy for you." he said while putting his arm around her shoulder. She leaned against him and for the first time, she felt accepted by someone special.
"But, James! Why did you say I was just a friend before?"
"Umm! I didn't feel like it was time yet." Jeanne nodded. 
She knew how hard it was to say, "I love you." 
She knew how nervous one would feel. And she knew how hard it was to feel rejected.
"I understand, James. I'm just glad you told me. I'll think about it."
"Jeanne, do you still like Eric?"
"What has he got that I don't?"
"I just don't know! I mean you two look the same! You guys wear similar clothes! But I like Eric better."
"All right! I'll make him like you. He knows he's not going to win in a fight." Jeanne wrapped him in her arms.
"James! I'm all right. You don't have to do all that." And then he wrapped her in his arms.

James led her to the bathroom.
"Take off your glasses. We need to wipe those tears off." He said with a smile. Jeanne took them off without a word. James turned on the water and wetted a washcloth. Then, he gently wiped her tears off her face.
"James.. Do you love me?" James was startled by this comment.
"Why do you ask me that?"
"Because... it seems like it. Do you?"
"Haha! Jeanne, you are my friend."
"Oh... OK. I think I'm not so teary now. Thanks, James."
"No problem. Do you want something to drink?"
"Um... OK." She followed James out the door. He handed her a glass of orange juice and they sat down outside on a bench.
"Are you going to be all right?"
"Yeah... Thanks. But I don't think I'll be able to face him again."
"When he calls you something bad, just yell my name OK?"
"OK." she said with a small laugh.
"But what are you going to do when I call you?"
"I'm going to beat him up!"
"What if everyone starts hating you?"
"It doesn't matter. As long as the one girl I love is happy."
"Ooh, James! You like someone?"
"Yeah... Guess? I'll never tell you until you get the right answer."
"Hmm... is it Amy? She's pretty! What about Lauren? She's nice and quiet. Or is it Becca? She's generous. Or maybe it's Courtney! She's not all that nice though..."

After a few tries, she gave up.
"Who is it? I'm dying of curiosity!"
"Let's see... She has glasses... She's in love with Eric and she's sitting right next to me!" Jeanne let out a small gasp.
"M-Me?" James nodded. Jeanne almost passed out.
"James! I have declared you crazy." James started laughing.
"Why won't you believe me? I like you... I want you to be my girlfriend."
"But you're the second hottest guy in school! What if everyone criticizes you for your bad taste in girls?"
"I don't care. I told you. As long as the one girl I love is happy." he said, smiling.
"No, really, James. No games this time. All serious... All right?"
"Yeah... I know."
"Oh my god..." Jeanne said, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Jeanne, I just want to be the right guy for you." he said while putting his arm around her shoulder. She leaned against him and for the first time, she felt accepted by someone special.
"But, James! Why did you say I was just a friend before?"
"Umm! I didn't feel like it was time yet." Jeanne nodded. 
She knew how hard it was to say, "I love you." 
She knew how nervous one would feel. And she knew how hard it was to feel rejected.
"I understand, James. I'm just glad you told me. I'll think about it."
"Jeanne, do you still like Eric?"
"What has he got that I don't?"
"I just don't know! I mean you two look the same! You guys wear similar clothes! But I like Eric better."
"All right! I'll make him like you. He knows he's not going to win in a fight." Jeanne wrapped him in her arms.
"James! I'm all right. You don't have to do all that." And then he wrapped her in his arms.

"OK! we'll start off with your hair. It's nice and curly. I don't think it's right to put it up into a hairdo or anything. Something needs to go with it and I have just the perfect thing!"
"What is it?"
"Jeanne! We need to pierce your ears."
"Aaaahhhh! Oouch!"
"Well, that wasn't so bad! Right?"
"Yeah right," Jeanne said, rubbing her ears. 
"James, it's painful to even touch my ears!"
"Then just leave them alone before you get an infection!"
"All right! Geez!"
"Now, we need to focus on your clothes. You can't always wear a blouse with a tight sweater squeezed over it. You dressed as if our school has a dress code. You should wear a tight shirt with a miniskirt. That would look good on you."

"OK! Now that we have all the clothes and jewelry, all we need to do now is to get rid of your glasses. We need contact lenses for your eyes."
"How are we going to do that?"
"I know someone who can get us contact lenses. I knew my eye doctor for a long time. He can help us with it."

"So you want to give her contact lenses for these glasses?"
"Yeah. Can you help us?"
"Well! the lens are really thick! You must be a really hardworking student," the eye doctor looked at Jeanne. She smiled and nodded.
"So! Will you take them?"
"Yeah, I guess. I really like the design. It can be a display set. And whoever wants it can get it. All right, let's get you some contact lenses." 
"That was pretty easy, right Jeanne?"
"But it's pretty weird not pushing up my glasses every 10 seconds."
"Haha. But your new blue eyes look marvelous."
"Wait a minuet! You got me blue contact lenses? Blue?!"
"Yeah. And the extra pair is regular hazel... The same color as your eyes."
"I want the hazel ones. I don't want to be a poser."
"No. Don't you want to have matching contact lenses with Eric? Eric has blue contacts too you know!"
"Fine!" Jeanne pouted. But James knew she was happy deep inside. He knew he was going to have to let go of her soon.

On Monday, James brought Jeanne to school. Everyone gathered around them and agreed that James and the new beautiful girl was a good couple. James put his arm around Jeanne and took her to Eric.
"What's up man? Who's the chick?" Eric asked.
"You'll never know."
"So tell me!"
"You want to tell him girl?" James asked Jeanne.
"Hi! I'm Jeanne." James and Jeanne smiled when they heard him gasp.
"The! T-The N-Nerdy! Nerdy girl?"
"The same, Eric! The same!"
"Can I talk to you, James?" Eric took James away from Jeanne. 
"Dude, what the hell is happening here? That's not Jeanne right?"
"It is Jeanne! How can you live like that? How can you live with one spontaneous idea stuck in your head? Haven't you thought about Jeanne being beautiful and attractive?"
"Well No!"
"See? I knew this was a bad idea. But she loves you! Can you believe that? And I love her! So I'm letting her go to the one jerk she loves. Peace, man." and with that, James walked away.
"Good luck, Jeanne." He stuffed his hands into his pockets. He tried to stop the tears from streaming down his face. Jeanne! if you love him that much, I'll let you go. I hope that jackass won't hurt you.

"So! You're Jeanne! The one I rejected?"
"Umm! Yeah."
"Well! I've thought about it, but I think I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yeah." Jeanne couldn't believe her ears. Thank you James, she whispered happily. 
"So do you accept?"
"Of course I do! It's always been my dream!"
"Gosh! you have pretty weird dreams! Hey, you look cold. Here." Eric took off his sweater and wrapped it over Jeanne. Jeanne was so happy she started crying. Eric wiped her tears and comforted her.

After school, Jeanne called James to thank him.
"James! Thank you so much! It went so well between Eric and me!"
"That's... That's great Jeanne..."
"I owe it all to you. Let's go out for lunch or something sometime. I'll pay." Jeanne sounded so happy.
"Jeanne, I don't think that'll be possible."
"Why not?"
"I'm leaving for U.K."
"What about your parents? Why are you going? How are you going? I just don't believe this!"
"My parents passed away a long time ago. I have enough money to get on a plane to U.K."
"But what about me? I thought you loved me!"
"Yes, I do. But you're in love with someone else and I don't want to be a burden to you. I want you to be happy with the one you love and not be pressured by me. Tell Eric that I congratulate him and please help me bade him goodbye. Bye, Jeanne."

Jeanne couldn't believe it. She was able to date Eric because of James. She was able to get attractive because of James. She was always comforted because of James! And he was leaving her out by herself in the big, hateful, hideous world. She suddenly felt so scared. She dialed James's number again but he had disconnected the phone. She finally knew who is important to her right now.
She quickly got dressed into the clothes James bought for her and ran outside. She was running for her dear life to James's house. When she got there, he was right there in front of her.
Jeanne was so happy she cried out, "JAMES!" 
He turned to face her.
"James, how can you leave me like this?" James looked at her with his soft eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jeanne. I have to leave. My cab's here. Bye, Jeanne." James gave her a peck on the cheek and disappeared into the taxi. She watched the taxi disappear around the bend and watched her James leave her forever! She started crying and continued crying as if her life was over. To her, her life is officially over as she is now alone in the world with nobody to support her.

-15 years later-
James came back to America as a successful lawyer. He came back to America in search for the girl he had loved 15 years ago. Everyone in U.K. asked him about her often. Now that he is back, he would be find her and get back together with her. But little did he know there was a problem with that.
"Eric?" James had called Eric. They were in touch the whole time James was in U.K.
"Hey! What's up?"
"I came back to America dude!"

"Oh! Umm! OK!"
"I want to ask about Jeanne. Is she all right?"
"James, there is something that I should let you know."
"I'm getting a bad feeling about this!"
"Well, I guess you can say she's happy and well."
"What do you mean?"
"She's with God, man. She's gone."
"Haha. Nice joke. I'm not kidding. Tell me where she is."
"Dude! I'm Telling You! After You Told Her You Were Leaving Her, She Started Getting Depressed And Became Extremely Stressed! It Was Horrible! Why The Hell Did You Leave? She Would Still Be Alive! She Committed Suicide Because Of You! What The Hell Is Wrong With You, You Dumb-Ass Jerk! I Thought You Loved Her! I Don't Think That's What Guys Who Fall In Love Do To Their Crush! Just Leave Me Alone! Remember When You Called Me A Jackass? You'd Better Think Again."

The phone fell from James's hand. He dropped to his knees in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. He felt like everything is against him. He felt so angry with himself. He felt like ripping himself up. He wanted to follow Jeanne up to heaven.
For days and days, James didn't eat anything. He was too depressed to carry on with his life.
James was buried right next to Jeanne's grave. His tombstone read:
R.I.P. James Brandon

The One Man Who Let Go Of A Woman And Lost Her

What Is Love??!

What is love??Most people spend their lifetime looking for it only to understand what love is when they lose it,,

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 with love and care. Carol wasn't ugly at all. In fact, she looked sweet and pleasant. However, she wasn't a cheerleader and she didn't wear spaghetti-straps or tubes.
So like everyone expected, Eric chose Cathlyn. While Cathlyn was labeled as the cool and attractive type, Carol was just one ordinary and plain girl.

Eric always insulted Carol. He was always telling her what a 'Plain Jane' she was and how dumb she looked. It made Carol felt hurt and useless. Despite Eric's insults, Carol never gave up. 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 in her school and all the guys who once ignored her went after her.

Regardless of her success, she never forgot Eric. Everyday, she put a red rose in Eric's locker with the same words.
'I care for you, and I always will' Because she knew that Eric was facing a hard time.
Soon, Eric began to realise how dumb he had beenwhen he saw his beloved girlfriend Cathlyn flirting with other guys. He regretted choosing the wrong girl.
Cathlyn broke up with Eric some time later for she had found a wealthier guy. Eric felt 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. However, they became good friends and did everything together. Eric began to change into someone better because Carol showered him with the love he had never experienced before. His ex-girlfriends had never treated him that way as they just accepted him for his looks. In comparison, Carol accepted him for who he is and changed him to become a better person. 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. He thought nothing about it until he received a call from the General Hospital. They told him 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.
Now that she was about to die, she wanted to see Eric for the last time. Eric rushed to the hospital immediately. When he saw how weak Carol was, tears streamed 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.
"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."
"I love you"
And she died. Eric screamed. He still couldn't accept Carol's death. He had only spent a month with Carol. One short month was enough for Carol to change his life in a way that no one could ever explain. Eric had many regrets 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 or until we lose them. Then, it would be too late for regrets. Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts. It's better to tell someone how much you love them now rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them.
Love is when we fight till the very last minute just to show and tell someone how much we love them to live life without regrets.

Friday, 2 September 2011

Sayang band~~~

tapi xpa,,,semangat raya dah ilang,,,tapi semangat band sudah membara!!Ya la,,,sebulan tahan gian,,,ingat senang ka nk men??dengan posa nya lagi,,,dah la kena bwk masuk mulut,,,makruh,,,makruh,,,

haaa,,,ni nk cita pasal seksyen aku,,,iaitu Clarinet,,,dan pemain2nya skali,,,

Ni la clarinet,,,satu alat yang ditiup melalui mothpiece yang ad reed,,angin akan menyebabkan reed bergetar  ke atas dan bawah menghasil bunyi,,bunyi boleh dimanipulasi melalui butang2 yang ad kat clarinet,,,

Pemain nya ramai,,,tpi aku letak pic players f2 je la ek??Ok,,ok,,,First skali,,,

Org di atas ni adalah Amirah Othman atau lebih menonjol dengan nama Miwa,,comel tuan dya,,Org slalu panggil dya kucing,,,sebab kiut macam kucing,,,huhuhu,,,
Orchestra baru2 ini,,,dya men second clarinet,,,ya la,,org cekang,,,

Ok,,dua2 ni player clarinet jgak,,Tpi aku nak cerita yg baju biru tu dulu...

Nama dya Atikah Nasri,,Atau org tua,,,(xtaw pun kenapa depa panggil dya org tua,,)
Men  third jgak,,cam Azirah,,,

OK,,baju hijau pulak,,,

Nama dya ni pulak Suryanie Farhanies,,,Dya pon maen third jugak,,,Xbyk yg boleh diulas tentang dya,,,(sbnarny xtaw nk comment ap,,sebab x rapat sgt,,,)

Noranisa Abdul Wahab,,,(yg pakai bju putih)

Dya hny jadik krew,,,Bkn sebab x terer,,,sebab xdak tempat,,,player perlu ad lapan ja,,,s0,,dya terpksa bkorban,,,Yg ni pon x rapat sangat,,,tpi sangat close dgn Suryanie Farhanies,,(depa sebenaqny satu klas,,)

Haaa,,,Skang ni nak cerita pasal sorang abang ni,.,,

Khy aerill Hassan
sangat jambu dengan adeq2,,,kalau nak taw,,dya la yg ajaq Azirah men lagu Lord of the rings,,,(walau hakikatnya intro pon tak lepas lagi,,,)Tapi,,abg ni baek jgak la,,(baek la sangat!!)
bab2 kutuk mengutuk ni semua serah kat dya larh,,,xdak org len dah,,Azirah slalu jadik mangsa,,,xtaw pasaipa,,(mungkin jeles sebab azirah terer kot,,,=P)Dya men euphonium,,,alat yg ringan dan MURAh!!(xla,,,sja memain,,,)Dya jugak sudah ad 'someone special' dya someone special tu x pyh la nk taw,,kalau nk tau jgk kena tny empunya badan sendiri lar,,,sangat kontra,,,dan sangat,,,sangat,,,sangat,,,arrgghh,,,sangat ap2 lah,,,semua sangat2 la,,

Ok2,,,sebelum azirah terlanjur kutuk,,better stop,,kang dibacanya tuan empunya badan,,,naya la,,,

Tuesday, 30 August 2011


habis dah la raya...syawal ja la ad lagi sebulan....haish...xtaw ap,,,tpi rasa macam ada something yang missing dalam raya kali ni...hurm...nak upload pic rya,,,,tpi cam rosak la pulak,,,,HAMPEH!!haish...

Monday, 29 August 2011


Ark..kenyang sudah....Baru balik dari rumah nenek...makan chicken + lamb chop...kenyang!!Banyak makan....lepas ni gem0k la!!ni adlah kenangan la mkn kt sna...huhuh...

Ni ayam...belum di masak lagi...dlm besen lagi...bau pon...wekk..xyah cita lar...(^_^)....

Daging...sebelum masak jugakk...maseh dalam besen jgak...(^_^).....

Ayam yang sudah siap dimasak...waaa....sedap an??sedap ouh...!!rugi spa yg x rsa....

Jamah...jamah...rasa la keenakannya....

Ni daging kambing....memang enak walau ada bau sedikit...!!

terlalu khusyuk merasa sampai x sedar org amek gmbar!!


So,,tu la pengalaman dan kenangan makan western food kat rumah nenek!!!esok raya,,,so kalau sempat Azirah buad entry lagi k????

Sunday, 28 August 2011


Azirah tengah carik pic nk buat post pasal kue raya,,,,Tiba2 azirah nmpk satu pic ni..pelik sangat!!amat memalukan...x patut la diorang buat cam la kueh nya..

Ad ka ptut buat juih cam ni??Spa nk makan??kalau org teng0k??haish...x ptut sungguh...memalukan...dlm bnyk2 corak..yg tu jgk yang dya nk buat...hai...zaman sekarang...x patut sungguh...

P/s>Azirah jumpak dlm intenet...Bkn azirah yang buat..hrp maklum...

Raya Dah Dekat!!

Di sini ada satu pengumuman,,,
Perhatian kepada semua bloggers seluruh malaysia...
Semua bloggers seluruh malaysia...
Saya ingin mengucapkan selamat hari raya maaf zahir dan batin...
Semoga raya anda lebih bermakna..
Berhati-hati di jalan raya...

YUP!!!!!KIta dah nak raya!!!Pecaye x??Rasa macam baru kemarin azirah pegi beli baju raya...iaitu sehari sebelum puasa....ngee~ ~...X sabar rsanya nk raya...taun ni mungkin raya di kampung..Alaa...20 menet je pun dari rumah...di kira kampung jugak kan??

Raya..taun ni kurang sikit...kueh raya x buat..beli je...tu pun x banyak...antara kuih2 yang Azirah beli adalah....
                   Pictures of  ANEKA KUIH RAYA 2010 2

Almond London...Fuh...Kuih ni kalau teng0k wak2 puasa...Tergugat nih...Sebab kuih ni la faveret azirah...waa...Nanti suma kena bagi kat Azirah sorang sikit...(^_^)...

Short bread....Mesti ramai yang suka kuih ni kan???Sebab teksture dan rasanya yang manis dan enak...Membuat sesiapa sahaja tergoda...Wah..nak rasa , ,mai la rumah raya ...ESPECIALY yang duduk dekat ngan rumah...harus ya!!!

Kuih ni memang x boleh miss tiap2 taun..Hidangan wajib!!Sebab rasa dan intinya yang bergabung dan menjadi pasangan yang enak di dalam mulut!!Haish....Silap ari bulan,,abes kang kue nih..!!X dan sampai raya!!

X tawu la nma kue ni...Tpi azirah panggil karipap kecil jep..senang,...memangdangkn saiz dya pon kecil jer..
Sedap betul..makan satu x ckup!!kena makan bebanyak!!haish...gemuk la cam tu...banyak sangat kue raye...

The hardest thing to say...

It all started when I was 6 years old. I met a boy while I was playing outside on my farm in California. He was an average kind of boy that you chased and beat up for teasing you. After that first meeting where I beat him up, we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. After that, we would meet at the fence all the time and were always seen together there.
I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet and would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school.

One day I told him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He comforted me and told me everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured that I loved him as a good friend.

All through high school till graduation, we're always together and I thought it was normal as we were good friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night, even though we had different dates for the prom, I really wanted to be with him. After everybody went home that night, I went to his house and told him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about our future plans instead. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about his dreams. He wanted to get married and settle down. He also said he wanted to be rich and successful. I told him about my dreams and cuddle next to him.

I went home hurt because I didn't tell him how I felt about him. I wanted to tell him that I love him so badly but I was too scared and frightened to do so. I decided to let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him how I felt. All through college, I wanted to tell him about my feelings but he always had someone with him.
After graduation, he got a job in New York. I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was also sad because I didn't tell him how I felt. Nevertheless, I couldn't let him know then as he was leaving for his big job. Hence, I just kept it to myself and watched him board the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I felt for him inside my heart.

I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way up to be a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day, I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him. I was happy and sad at the same time. I knew that I could never be with him ever again and we could only be friends from now on. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. There was a big church wedding and grand reception at a hotel. I met the bride and him. I fell in love when him again on that day. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy with another person. I tried to appear to be happy to cover up the sadness and tears inside me.

I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and to say his goodbye and how he was very happy to see me again. I went home and tried to forget about what happened in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other about our lives and how we missed talking to each other.

On one occasion, he never wrote back even after a long time. I got worried as I didn’t get any reply even after writing six letters to him.

when I thought he had forgotten about me and everything seemed hopeless, I got a note that said, "Meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things."
I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him but he was heartbroken and sad inside. We hugged so tightly that we couldn't breathe.

He told me about his divorce and why he hadn't written back for a long time. He cried until he ran out of tears. We finally went back to the house and we talked and laughed as we catch up on old times. Despite the good opportunity, I still couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about his problems and his divorce. I fell in love with him again. When it was time for him to go back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together.
One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I forgot all about it. Until one day, I got a call from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident on his way to the airport. It took a while for them to settle things before calling me. It broke my heart to hear the news. I was shocked to know what took place. I realized why he didn't show up on that day like he promised. I was heartbroken again. I cried tears of sadness and heartache that night. He was such a kind man and did not deserve to die so young.

I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. He left his inheritance to his family and his ex-wife. I met her for the first time since the wedding. She explained to me that he was a good man and provided for the family. However, he was always unhappy. She would try everything but she couldn't get him to be happy like the night at their wedding. When the will was read, I found out he had left me a diary. It was a diary of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think of it. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane, I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written in it.

The diary started with an entry on the day we first met. I started to cry as I read on. He had fallen in love with me on that day I was heartbroken. However, he was too afraid to tell me how he felt. That was why he kept quiet and listened to me instead. As I continued reading through more entries, I realized he wanted to tell me about how he felt many times but he was always too afraid to say anything. He mentioned that he went to New York and thought that he fell in love with another person. But the happiest time he had in New York was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. His later entries mentioned that he was always unhappy as he realized he still loves me and hence, he had no choice but to divorce his wife. He said that the best time of his life was to read the letters written by me to him.
He finally ended the diary with an entry, "Today I will tell her I love her".
The entry was written on the day he was killed. The day I was finally going to find out how he really felt in his heart.

If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all......