tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45394018347375548522024-03-18T21:40:01.250-07:00Stories of Love and RomanceLove, romance, passion, sensation, stories, poems and all that touches your heart.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-46432387072987131622012-07-02T01:51:00.000-07:002012-07-02T06:39:19.152-07:00First Kisses are always sweet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was in 1st year of college when I knew him and he was in his 3rd year of high school. We became close because of one thing and that was "Love."<br />
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He had a girlfriend and I had none. I told him every detail of my life and about my feelings for my crush and he did the same thing. He cared for me more than his sister and I was doing the same thing to him. I just didn't know that I was beginning to like him because he was 2 years younger than I was and besides, he had a girlfriend.<br />
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That summer, we had a youth camp in our place. We really had a great time together and when it was time to rest, he accompanied me to the tent with his feet outside because girls and boys weren't allowed to sleep together, but there were too many mosquitoes that he let his whole body get in the tent with the door open. But, the insects started to get in, so we decided to close the tent and we were sleeping side by side.<br />
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We talked and talked when suddenly, he asked me, "Why do I love you?" I answered him saying, "Because God said 'Love one another.’" Then, he smiled and kissed me on the check and there was silence... after a while he embraced me and said "You'll never forget me." I nodded, but then he told me the same phrase again and I hardly heard him. When I asked him, he suddenly kissed my lips and hug me.<br />
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After that, I really didn't know what to say or do because I was really shocked and shy. I just turn my back away from him and look at the stars above. He listened to the beatings of my heart and asked me why my heart was beating so fast. I blamed him for that.<br />
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The next morning, he looked at me and when we got the chance to talk, he teased me with the question, "who was your first kiss?" I just smiled because I can't forget the time his lips touched mine. That was the time that I proved to myself and to everyone that first kisses are always the sweetest, especially if it's an unexpected kiss....</div>Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-69721851843735654032008-04-04T02:45:00.000-07:002008-04-04T03:01:20.856-07:00The best love letter everTo the dearest one in my life,<br /><br />You might be surprised when you hear me say this, but I must say it. You might become angry, give no reaction, or laugh at me, but I must be true to myself. I must say this to you. I am going to tell my true feelings about u.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4ZnErszY7-1silpcTHBr3moHcixLyBMF4XTYJo5EUyl2W9oDO4RlfYY-03IYlh4Lsw2-iNus5RgG9INVYixW8mEsGJkOSljJtYq2j-tVeoLhJMAlci64LDKaVB12v9lmKoEvyWcGpF0/s1600-h/iloveuteddy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4ZnErszY7-1silpcTHBr3moHcixLyBMF4XTYJo5EUyl2W9oDO4RlfYY-03IYlh4Lsw2-iNus5RgG9INVYixW8mEsGJkOSljJtYq2j-tVeoLhJMAlci64LDKaVB12v9lmKoEvyWcGpF0/s400/iloveuteddy.jpg" alt="I love you so very much teddy" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185325252563145282" border="0" /></a>It is not necessary that you must think the way I think. You are free to think whatever pleases you. It is not that I will become happy if you think the way I think and I will be depressed if you don’t think like that. I would be happier if you are true to yourself. Your true feelings towards that will not affect our relationship a bit. In fact, it will strengthen our relation after knowing the feeling of each other. You can choose anything you heart decides. Please don’t care about other things such as society, family or other person while you think. Become true to yourself and answer to yourself.<br /><br />Emotion is very amazing. It keeps on wandering. Sometimes it gets attached to one thing, and ceases wandering. We are unaware of anything but the heart is after something. We don’t know where the heart is wandering but at last find that it desperately wants something.<br /><br />I must tell these feelings to you. It were u, listening the word, at the most distressed situation in my life, I was able to forget my pains. It was u, seeing which in my difficult times, made me conclude; one day there will be U turn towards happiness in my life. It was u which helped me express different words in the most distressed situation in my life. And it is u, which helps expressing many words of happiness today. There was u in the journey of life from the most painful situation to this situation.<br /><br />Please pardon me if you don’t like the thing I am going to tell. But I must express these feelings. I must be true to myself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy1Or_1vPa666ITTSgQ0GIq4Y_JauPumc8y4Vrc99vc6snvx8MdPGHFlgtoe5RepjxrLkbMyhq62UPfRY56LF8s3tYuI9qHb9OJGAmvzwixRMfqtHMawAyoXVarCeWRlB8dx0OcXklVg/s1600-h/red_rose_love_dew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy1Or_1vPa666ITTSgQ0GIq4Y_JauPumc8y4Vrc99vc6snvx8MdPGHFlgtoe5RepjxrLkbMyhq62UPfRY56LF8s3tYuI9qHb9OJGAmvzwixRMfqtHMawAyoXVarCeWRlB8dx0OcXklVg/s400/red_rose_love_dew.jpg" alt="I love you more than this red rose with dew" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185326549643268690" border="0" /></a>I love u.<br /><br />I love u so much.<br /><br />I love u from the bottom of my heart.<br /><br />I love u so much with all of my heart, soul and body.<br /><br />I love u so so… so…... soo……… very much honey.<br /><br />I love u my sweetheart, I love u so very much.<br /><br />These are my true feelings towards u. If you don’t feel the same, there is no problem. If every person thought the same, the world would be too boring. If you are angry with me or surprised, please don’t be. There is no necessity that you should think the same way. But if you think the same way, it would be my pleasure, please let me know. If you don’t think the same way, then also, please let me know. I am perfectly comfortable if you do or don’t feel the same way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2FHGlXi7RikV7QWRza9-pF0HxBeWwgrWqCtQqHO_A5kYhyphenhyphenA1Ue-nPeiVKUuMOZ0obZwvJkb0fbWUdI-24BrThyj6Itzkr-8Oy-8X23xZ59qGsCD4V3jlX0nnFH2GxLVX5B1NZFqOnRE/s1600-h/ROS24red40_rby07_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2FHGlXi7RikV7QWRza9-pF0HxBeWwgrWqCtQqHO_A5kYhyphenhyphenA1Ue-nPeiVKUuMOZ0obZwvJkb0fbWUdI-24BrThyj6Itzkr-8Oy-8X23xZ59qGsCD4V3jlX0nnFH2GxLVX5B1NZFqOnRE/s400/ROS24red40_rby07_l.jpg" alt="Accept my love with these red roses" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185327013499736674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Red rose for you</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hey don’t get excited.<br /><br />Along with u, I love v, w, x , y, and all the alphabets, including 0,1,2,3 …<br /><br />Anyway, you are too cute and I love cute things.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-1962012804371117092008-04-04T01:57:00.001-07:002008-04-06T00:57:22.995-07:00Say I love you in different languages<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Afrikaans</span> : Ek is lief vir jou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Ek het jou lief</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Albanian</span> : Te dua</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amharic</span> : Afekrishalehou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Arabic</span> : </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ana uħibbuk</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> (</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" dir="rtl">ٲنَا ٱحِبُّك</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">) (to a male)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ana baħibbik</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> (</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ٲنَا بَحَِّك</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">) (to a female)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Basc</span> : Nere Maitea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bavarian</span> : I mog di narrisch gern</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Be<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ngali</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> : </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">āmi tomāke bhālobāshi</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> ( আ</span>মি তোমাকে ভালোবাসি )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Berber</span> : Lakh tirikh</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bicol</span> : Namumutan ta ka</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bulgarian</span> : Obicham te (</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">обичам те</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cambodian</span> : kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> Bon sro lanh oon</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cantonese</span> : Ngo oi ney</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Catalan</span> : T'estim (mallorcan)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> T'estime (valencian)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> T'estimo (catalonian)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> T'estim molt (I love you a lot)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinese</span> : Wo ie ni (Manderin) </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">我愛你 [我爱你]<br />ngóh oi néih (Cantonese)<br />ngai ai ngi (Hakka)<br />ngu eh nong (Shanghainese)<br />gua ai li (Taiwanese)<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Croatian</span> : Volim te, or</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> Ja te volim</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Czech</span> : miluji te</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Danish</span> : Jeg elsker dig</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dutch</span> : Ik hou van jou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Estonian</span> : Mina armastan sind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Esperanto</span> : Mi amas vin</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Persian(Farsi)</span>:Tora dust midaram</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flemish</span> : Ik zie oe geerne</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Finnish</span> : Mina" rakastan sinua</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">French</span> : Je t'aime</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friesian</span> : Ik bin fereale op dy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Ik ha^ld fan dy (the ^ is above the a)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gaelic</span> : Ta gra agam ort<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Georgian </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> : mikʼvarxar ( მიყვარხარ)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">German</span> : Ich liebe Dich</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> I mog Di ganz arg!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Greek</span> : S' ayapo ( Σ᾿ ἀγαπῶ )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gujarati</span> : Tane Prem Karoo Choo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hausa</span> : Ina sonki</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hebrew</span> : aNEE oHEIVET oTKHA (female to male)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"> aNEE oHEIV otAKH (male to female)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"> Ani ohev at (man to woman)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"> Ani ohevet atah (woman to man)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hindi </span>: Mein Tumse Pyar Karta Hoon (मैं तुम्हैं प्यार करता हुँ)<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span>male speaker</span><br />Mein Tumhe Pyar Karti Hoon (मैं तुम्हैं प्यार करती हुँ) female speaker</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hokkien</span> : Wa ai lu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hopi</span> : Nu' umi unangwa'ta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hungarian</span> : Szeretlek te'ged</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Icelandic</span> : g elska ßig</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Indonesian</span> : Saya cinta padamu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"> Saya Cinta Kamu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"> Aku tjinta padamu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"> Saja kasih saudari</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Italian</span> : Ti amo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Irish</span> : taim i' ngra leat</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Japanese</span> : Kimi o ai shiteru<br />好きです (suki desu) 好きだ (suki da)<br />好きだよ (suki dayo) 大好きです (daisuki desu)<br />愛してるよ (aishiteru yo)<br />好きよ (suki yo) 愛してるわ (aishiteru wa) - said by women only<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kazakh</span> : Men seny jaksy kuremyn<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Klallam </span> : nəsƛ̕éʔ cxʷ</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kiswahili</span> : Nakupenda</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Korean</span> : Tangsinul sarang hae yo<br />사랑해 (sarang hae)<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kurdish</span> : Ez te hezdikhem</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Latin</span> : Te amo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Vos amo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lao</span> : Khoi huk chau</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Latvian</span> : Es Tev milu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lingala</span> : Nalingi yo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lithuanian</span>: Ash miliu tave</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luo</span> : Aheri</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Madrid lingo</span> : Me molas, tronca</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Malay/Indonesian</span> : Saya cintakan awak(awak=kamu=you)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> Aku sayang engkau (engkau=kamu=you)<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Malay</span> : Saya cintamu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"> Saya sayangmu</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Malayalam</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> : nyān ninne prēmikkunn ( ഞാന് നിന്നെ പ്രേമിക്കുന്നു )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mandarin</span> : Wo ai ni<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Macedonian</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : Te sakam ( Те сакам ), Te lyubam</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> ( Те љубам )</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Marathi : Mājha tuiyāvar prem āhe ( </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="unicodebig">माझ तुइयावर प्रेम आहे</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> )</span><br /><a href="http://www.omniglot.com/soundfiles/macedonian/iloveyou1_frm.mp3"></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mohawk</span> : Konoronhkwa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Navajo</span> : Ayor anosh'ni</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ndebele</span> : Niyakutanda</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nepali</span> : Ma timlai maya garchu ( म ितमीलाइ माया गरछु )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Newari</span> : je chanta matina yana ( जी छनत मातीना याना )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Norwegian</span> : Jeg elsker deg (Bokmaal)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> Eg elskar deg (Nynorsk)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pakistani</span> : Muje se mu habbat hai</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Persian</span> : Tora dost daram (</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" dir="rtl">دوست دارم</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pilipino</span> : Mahal Kita</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Iniibig Kita</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Polish</span> : Ja Cie Kocham or Kocham Cie (Pronounced Yacha kocham)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Portuguese</span> : Eu te amo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Romanian</span> : Te iu besc</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Russian</span> : Ya tebya </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">lyublyu ( </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">я тебя люблю </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> Ya vas lyublyu<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scot Gaelic</span> : Tha gradh agam ort</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Serbian</span> : Volim te </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">( Волим те )</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"> Ja te volim" </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shona</span> : Ndinokuda</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sioux</span> : Techihhila</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slovak</span> : lubim ta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slovene</span> : ljubim te </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spanish</span> : Te amo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swahili</span> : Nakupenda</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swedish</span> : Jag a"lskar dig</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swiss-German</span> : Ch'ha di ga"rn</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tagalog</span> : Mahal kita</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taiwanese</span> : Gwa ai lee</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tamil</span> : Naan Unnai Kadhalikiren</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thai</span> : Phom Rak Khun ( </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">ผมรักคุณ</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> ) male speaker</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> Ch'an Rak Khun ( </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> ฉันรักคุณ</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> ) female speaker<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Tibetean : </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">nga kayrâng-la gawpo (</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="tibetan">ང་ཁྱེད་རང་ལ་དགའ་པོ་ཡོད་</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tunisian</span> : Ha eh bak</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Turkish</span> : Seni seviyorum!<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ukrainian : ja tebe koxaju ( я тебе кохаю)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Urdu</span> : Mey aap se muhabbat karta hun (</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" dir="rtl">میں آپ سے محبت کَرتا ہوں</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vietnamese</span> : Anh ye^u em (man to woman)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> Em ye^u anh (woman to man)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> Toi yeu em</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vlaams</span> : Ik hou van jou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Welsh</span> : 'Rwy'n dy garu di.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"> Yr wyf i yn dy garu di (chwi)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yiddish</span> : Ikh hob dikh lib</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> ( איך האָב דיך ליב )</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zazi </span>: Ezhele hezdege</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zuni</span> : Tom ho' ichema</span>Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-88467985188288990102008-03-24T03:15:00.000-07:002008-03-24T04:42:23.152-07:00Everlasting LoveOne fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.<br /><br />Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story.... This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.<br /><br />They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....<br /><br />Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldn't understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBhyzrkGtsKspjj4vFaOly9V4_sU4gQrRlUtV4eCU_b58cwpigJ1lpGelUru8GdDPWfZrjKUYKWW3c8cupoZrHacoKyUbKY7lwSWCAFKe7gXxgqB0rNm0vrvmNyrNZJj2qS-pjZhnABE/s1600-h/newold-main.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBhyzrkGtsKspjj4vFaOly9V4_sU4gQrRlUtV4eCU_b58cwpigJ1lpGelUru8GdDPWfZrjKUYKWW3c8cupoZrHacoKyUbKY7lwSWCAFKe7gXxgqB0rNm0vrvmNyrNZJj2qS-pjZhnABE/s400/newold-main.jpg" alt="old couple dining together, eating from the same glass with straw" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181270378233958898" border="0" /></a>While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..<br />"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."<br />"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Looking at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..<br /><br />At the dining table, there was a silence of awkwardness.<br />The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favorite.."<br /><br />Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."<br />This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, don't you know that i hate drumsticks?"<br /><br />Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favorite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drumsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.<br /><br />That night, both of them couldn't sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldn't take it anymore, he knows that <a style="border-bottom-style: groove;" href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-upon-time-there-was-guy-who-was.html">he still loves her</a>, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...<br /><br />He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....<br /><br />On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesn't understand her at all, <a style="border-bottom-style: groove;" href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-upon-time-there-was-guy-who-was.html">she loves him a lot</a>, but she just cant take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...<br /><br />Little did she remember, he have heart problems...<br /><br />The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....<br /><br />As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking through the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVStOZxDgHshjqqcdqqGqyn2xwDLJjOF4heDEM-xZiZcHDOcM_FEacoaUHibjoZnuevKESYP80s8gy_Uchu09hMsTkkFgp7png5SvN8x1YqM53_Kir-wCzfqhfcKnguBR6nwaJTTcLGo/s1600-h/happy-old-couple-for-web.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVStOZxDgHshjqqcdqqGqyn2xwDLJjOF4heDEM-xZiZcHDOcM_FEacoaUHibjoZnuevKESYP80s8gy_Uchu09hMsTkkFgp7png5SvN8x1YqM53_Kir-wCzfqhfcKnguBR6nwaJTTcLGo/s400/happy-old-couple-for-web.gif" alt="I love you from the bottom of my heart, you are my everlasting love" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181268484153381346" border="0" /></a>"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know I will always be around, by your side... I love you"<br /><br />Tears flowed like river......<br /><br />"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are..."Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-63859750205901337112008-03-24T02:40:00.000-07:002008-03-24T04:19:35.244-07:00Touching love storyThere was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.<br />So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.<br /><br />She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.<br /><br />He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it.<br /><br />"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.<br />He nodded and she went to the back.<br /><br />She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.<br /><br />So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...<br />!!!RRRRRING!!!<br /><br />The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"<br />It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday...<br /><br />"The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.<br /><br />Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.<br /><br />It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn<br />The mother opened another CD...<br /><br />Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn<br /><br />Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "<a href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/">I Love You</a>"Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-31154237978776542922008-03-24T01:59:00.000-07:002008-03-24T02:40:10.724-07:00An amazing Love StoryHe met her on a party. <a href="http://lovefairytalestories.blogspot.com/">She was so outstanding, beautiful and cool</a>, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. 'would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.'<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3em2lLFZBWYZarq5WB-mfTpBmcE5wdS-mFrExx5I3MePR7pJw-DQHco9eLkESeY1_8zXv2Qook8OtBajxepGUkoNTXCCsA90KA5m1EwvI7LmaPrSzOvE0O2E7E6WtwWPAlZci9HFoXI/s1600-h/coffee_cup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3em2lLFZBWYZarq5WB-mfTpBmcE5wdS-mFrExx5I3MePR7pJw-DQHco9eLkESeY1_8zXv2Qook8OtBajxepGUkoNTXCCsA90KA5m1EwvI7LmaPrSzOvE0O2E7E6WtwWPAlZci9HFoXI/s400/coffee_cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181239995635306962" border="0" /></a>Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: 'when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, <a href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/gift-to-loved-ones.html">I miss my parents who are still living there</a>'. While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFneQC4saWQa0LEHEwsHWtrWn8gDkf8a9m3scgaP4iz8UVdtmXz_TKjx5Excizev7YHsD4E0utrkM3QOVBwGHLCuF4ZV4OMnB-7Zxc7inwuBJH70bi7tROAJogM_0g3md4sPyufkjSgWA/s1600-h/going_to_kiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFneQC4saWQa0LEHEwsHWtrWn8gDkf8a9m3scgaP4iz8UVdtmXz_TKjx5Excizev7YHsD4E0utrkM3QOVBwGHLCuF4ZV4OMnB-7Zxc7inwuBJH70bi7tROAJogM_0g3md4sPyufkjSgWA/s400/going_to_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181239140936815042" border="0" /></a>That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who <a href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/">loves</a> home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.<br /><br />They continued to date. She found that actually he was a <a href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/">man who meets all her demands</a>; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!<br /><br />Then the story was just like every <a href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/">beautiful love story</a> , <a href="http://lovefairytalestories.blogspot.com/">the princess married to the prince</a>, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.<br /><br />After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: 'My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again'.<br /><br />Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.<br /><br /><a href="http://lovefairytalestories.blogspot.com/">Love</a> is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!<br />Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.<br />Find a guy, who calls you <a href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/">beautiful</a> instead of hot.<br />Who calls you back when you hang up on him.<br />Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.<br />Wait for the guy who <a href="http://kisspassionately.blogspot.com/">kisses</a> your forehead.<br />Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.<br />Who holds your hand in front of his friends.<br />Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how<br />lucky he is to have you.<br />Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, '...that's her.'Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-18983071233425435502008-03-16T03:01:00.000-07:002008-03-24T02:46:53.615-07:00A feeling that will last forever"I am idealistic in my thoughts. I always maintained a safe distance to my boyfriend and we didn't even kiss each other for a year since our relationship started. Now, it was his birthday, and he was waiting for his gift in his friend's house, where we planned to meet. I got the best wallet that I could afford and nicely rapped it in a gift pack.<br /><br />After giving the gift, we sat talking about our friends, weather, college and every simple thing that we could recollect. We were shy or rather scared to talk out of the box, as we were not aware how the other would feel. Strange! I knew with his gestures what he was longing for. I knew I had to make the first move, as he was scared that I would slap him or break the relationship if he did that first.<br /><br />So, this is <a href="http://heartbeatstories.blogspot.com/">the story of the first kiss</a>. I asked him to close his eyes, (as I couldn't even think of getting near him when his eyes were open) and kissed him gently on his eyes. Now, my macho man was stunned, excited rather puzzled with the whole situation. He didn't even know how to react. He went out of the room telling me that he just forgot something.<br /><br />Now I was in his shoes. I thought I misunderstood him and he was not ready for it. At that moment he walked in with a smile and said, 'thank you'. I had a sigh of relief. He then asked me to close my eyes. I thought it was my turn. Yes it was.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisP2eCgpgZI6OU2bvBnmgAYCIk-MnFaxd_geFZYuqeC3i88s25rdkYXADZGeY3dmFZzmg9K2NAgHnNh3ZLbxMGGOXIBuJqewfoRHmkyppwbzSHmoxqjpKxSshvn2wynh2W18hQR6GM7oU/s1600-h/first-kiss-b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisP2eCgpgZI6OU2bvBnmgAYCIk-MnFaxd_geFZYuqeC3i88s25rdkYXADZGeY3dmFZzmg9K2NAgHnNh3ZLbxMGGOXIBuJqewfoRHmkyppwbzSHmoxqjpKxSshvn2wynh2W18hQR6GM7oU/s400/first-kiss-b.jpg" alt="First kiss, A feeling that will last forever" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178279015873502930" border="0" /></a>The guys are smart; they utilize every move that we make. My boyfriend was not an exception. When I had closed my eyes, he softly kissed my lips. Guess what! The reaction was not the same. I had a hearty laugh. When I opened my eyes I found him standing in attention, looking at me, for my next move. Rather he was standing like a scared bird that would fly the very moment I would cry and say, "How dare you?"<br /><br />We still cherish the first touch,<a href="http://kisspassionately.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-kiss-preparation.html"> the first kiss</a>, the <a href="http://lovefairytalestories.blogspot.com/">first candle light dinner</a>...and every sweet moment that we spent together for five long years. This moment will be most treasured till the last breath, as it was the first and unique kiss, with a feeling that will last forever."Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-12159790076639900772008-02-15T04:33:00.000-08:002008-02-21T04:11:14.124-08:00The precious giftMy boyfriend, Chris, and I have been together for most of the last three years. We met when we were in 5th grade. From the very beginning, we've had something rare and special between us. In the childhood, we didn't care about it so much, but we wanted to spend time together. It's kind of hard to put into words because a lot of our friends don't understand the kind of relationship Chris and I have. It's based on caring, respect & trust.<br /><br />We feel so comfortable with each other and even though we've been physically attracted to each other, we both decided not to rush into doing the things that a lot of kids are age are doing. We've been teased about never "making out" and only giving each other hugs...but we knew that when it was meant to happen, it would. We've talked about kissing and shared our thoughts about what it would be like , or what we "thought" it would be like. A couple of times when he was at my house, we actually planned for it to happen, but for one reason or another, it just didn’t work out.<br /><br />Well, on Christmas, Chris came over to exchange gifts for Christmas. We always hang out in my room and watch movies. Our friends were on the floor and Chris and I were on my bed. He had his head on my lap. I had been thinking sensual about him all night. My heart was beating faster just thinking about it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauAPLesyWjxvfLD4ZzQugBHwGhtQRgq-gBRtOmA0PgYwjHkh_90mrQke7Q_NBL7QZeTku2uIIwFMVzUpej_k_Nm98njNqrWmyEqw3u98Dx0xtN5jN1Oe2lFHS5LXPKmiJh1xwMmoR-UM/s1600-h/firstkiss1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauAPLesyWjxvfLD4ZzQugBHwGhtQRgq-gBRtOmA0PgYwjHkh_90mrQke7Q_NBL7QZeTku2uIIwFMVzUpej_k_Nm98njNqrWmyEqw3u98Dx0xtN5jN1Oe2lFHS5LXPKmiJh1xwMmoR-UM/s320/firstkiss1.jpg" alt="The precious gift - The first Kiss" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169404559800704562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We were playing cushion fight, and started tickling fight afterwards. As he went on tickling me, my heart pounded faster and faster. I was losing control in myself, and he was too. I just knew in my heart that it was the right time and that's one of the things Chris has taught me ~ to follow my heart. He suddenly leaned down and kissed me.... When I felt his soft lips and hot tongue inside mine, I felt like melting on him. With closed eyes I saw the colors of rainbow and heart the song of love. He held me on my back and we kissed for a long time. With the kisses and hugs, I felt as if i was in heaven, with him inside me. I screamed with joy - I love you.<br /><br />I swear at that moment...time just stopped for me. I’m not sure what I was expecting it to be like, but I knew when our lips touched that this had definitely been worth waiting for. I had never felt as close to anyone as I did at that moment. We kissed several more times that night and with each one, I fell a little more in love. I am so blessed to have someone like Chris in my life and I want him to know that our 'first kiss' was the most precious gift I've ever received:)Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-41752659744402011632008-02-15T04:32:00.000-08:002008-02-21T04:16:13.676-08:00The fisrt one, which lasted lifetimeIt was all over between us, we broke -up. But somehow I believed he still loves even then, even now. I was walking with him, we were side by side. In the hallway at school. We talked like normal friends do.. but I felt the tension of love.. I know he did too.<br /><br />All of a sudden, he put his arms around me the way he'd used to hold me close. I tried to pull away... i didn't wanna be reminded of his touch, his embrace, it would hurt too much. I pulled away but still he held me close. He asked why I looked so scared of him...? I didn't answer. He asked it yet again, and I faced him... I looked into his eyes.. and at that moment my heart bursted with love and my soul yearned to hold him tight and never let him go... Hold him so tight that he will come inside me, and mix with me... He will never separate with me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauAPLesyWjxvfLD4ZzQugBHwGhtQRgq-gBRtOmA0PgYwjHkh_90mrQke7Q_NBL7QZeTku2uIIwFMVzUpej_k_Nm98njNqrWmyEqw3u98Dx0xtN5jN1Oe2lFHS5LXPKmiJh1xwMmoR-UM/s320/firstkiss1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauAPLesyWjxvfLD4ZzQugBHwGhtQRgq-gBRtOmA0PgYwjHkh_90mrQke7Q_NBL7QZeTku2uIIwFMVzUpej_k_Nm98njNqrWmyEqw3u98Dx0xtN5jN1Oe2lFHS5LXPKmiJh1xwMmoR-UM/s320/firstkiss1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I didn't mean to tell him how I truly felt but my heart opened my mouth for me and i said ,''I Love you, I love you so much. He pulled me gently to the side and there we looked into each other's eyes... I felt as if his eyes was pulling me towards him. I could do nothing, but move towards him. We slowly got closer and our lips met.. I tried to pull away.. but our lips met again... yet again i pulled a way from his kiss... our heads were touching... our mouths less than an inch apart.. and again our lips met.. The soft and warm feeling, sweet taste and the feeling of love made me sticked to him more and more. It was gentle, sweet and sensual... The sweetest of all kisses... it lasted forever, through our life.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-38375257595892447842008-02-15T04:29:00.001-08:002008-02-15T04:32:00.445-08:00Secret LoveI met him accidentally not knowing that we could turn good friends. i know only by name, until one day i realize that we've been too close. not a single secret to each other. i never thought that you would be true to me the way you do. now, i am confused who really are you in my life. i am already engaged and as times goes by feel strange ... i think i am falling for you. but how can i feel this, i was not suppose to love you, you're too good to be true.<br /><br />I thought i was the only one who feel this way. one day you got the courage to tell me that you love me dearly. i want to cry of what i heard. it can't be true. you also got a girlfriend then same with me.<br /><br />I tried not to be fallen for you coz i know i am just hurting myself. now, you and your girlfriend broke up, you told me that i am the only one in your heart and mind. but still i can't love you freely, i still love him. i guess it's not the right time for us. the love we felt was right but we felt it in a wrong time.<br /><br />I wish though we're not together these special feeling would remain in our thoughts and in our hearts. Just remember that i have loved you dearly as far as i know.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-70090009454112588502008-02-15T04:28:00.000-08:002008-02-15T04:29:48.858-08:00The soul mateIt was a freezing cold night in July last year, I had a bad dose of the flu, but had a compulsive need to go out to my favorite Metal Club.<br />That night, I was dancing like my life depended on it, enjoying my new found single status and the freedom that being alone allows.<br /><br />I glanced up, saw my man dancing towards me, we smiled into each others eyes and kissed immediately. It was much better than my first kiss.<br /><br />That night I took William home with me. One the Sunday he told me he loved me, and on Monday night he proposed.<br /><br />We have been living together since the night we met and got married on 23 June, this year, 11 months to the day after we met.<br /><br />Yesterday we signed for our dream house.<br /><br />From the moment we met, William and I knew that we had, and always will be together forever....Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-44262196298525218352008-02-15T04:17:00.000-08:002008-02-21T04:25:58.925-08:00Looking into your eyesI am 16 years old! and people are always telling me that i am too young to love!! I am gonna prove them wrong! I am in love with someone that i love so much!<br /><br />When he looks into my eyes i know that he is true! He is so good to me. I do not know where i would be if he hadn't come in to my life! Kenny has always been there for me and every time i am lying on the bed or couch with him he just has this look in his eyes! the look of love! I try every day to show him how much he means to me and that I will never let him go.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bMwIOe_zZ6ALLG5WJdQGMRzD7w6iJHdLMgxY70roumKkI8c-dHZBmW8Tops6LJKPDkBO_8qfL-YNPSLGKBM76V2pztLV0OV9rIfVANSqoaRBE_iR302zvZyBdwbb-vGKEb8FLCsgCZc/s1600-h/carrygirl1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bMwIOe_zZ6ALLG5WJdQGMRzD7w6iJHdLMgxY70roumKkI8c-dHZBmW8Tops6LJKPDkBO_8qfL-YNPSLGKBM76V2pztLV0OV9rIfVANSqoaRBE_iR302zvZyBdwbb-vGKEb8FLCsgCZc/s400/carrygirl1.gif" alt="my heart melt with your sensual love" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169406565550431810" border="0" /></a><br />When our eyes met, I see his eyes, the eye balls, the dark portion of his eyes. I can see directly to his heart through his eyes. I always think of him and think to ask many questions. I want to express my love with words to him. But when I look into his eyes, I melt in it. I am lost, my existence is lost. I am no where. All the questions seem meaningless and all the words seem meaningless. We talk the language of heart through eyes.<br /><br />He is the type of person that i want to marry! Him and i have talked about it and i think him and i will make it! we have been through tough times and we have pulled ourself out of it! we are open and loving! We will last forever.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-85304587707334111872008-02-15T04:11:00.001-08:002008-02-15T04:14:51.052-08:00Someone who changed my lifePhill and I met in the mid month of May last year. He is an incredible guy. Nicest and sweetest guy ever. I've never had a serious relationship before. I had a very low self-esteem. Always belittled myself. I Thought I would never have a boyfriend like every body does because I was told by my friends and my sister that I was chubby and ugly . I was extremely shy.<br /><br />One day he came into my life and changed the way I think and see myself. We've been together for almost a year now. We've been through so much dramas. But in the end everything turned out alright. All these times we've been together. He has taught me to be patient with myself and others. He makes me feel beautiful. Thanks to him I'm more open up now.<br /><br />I believe in myself and am very confidence. He has shown me a different world. A world I thought I would never have. A world that fill with love and warmth. He cares for me and makes me feel special. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, give him the most beautiful children ever.<br /><br />I want the whole world to know that I love my baby, and no matter what happens in the future, I will always be there by his side, and I know he will stand by me too. I know there are many unexpected things that will stand in our ways in the days to come. But with this love that's so true, I know we will overcome any anything. Baby if you read this, I want you to know that I love you so very very much more than you'll ever know. I feel the three words "I love you", cannot express the feelings of my heart for you.<br /><br />I know our love will never fade away with time. Time can only prove to you how much you mean to me. I really want you to know just how special you've become as I've watched my feelings grow days by days. I am better of knowing the girl that you have shown me. So thank you for changing my life and for being a wonderful boyfriend.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-56873650561654710732008-02-15T04:10:00.001-08:002008-02-21T04:23:29.847-08:00So strong LoveWhen I was just 4 years old, I started school, along with other children I didn't know. It was scary on the first day, but it got better as the days went by. There was a boy in my class who I straight away loved! I was only 4 years old and I had found the one I wanted to be with forever!<br /><br />I had kept my crush on him a secret, as I didn't want him to find out. Day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, I had this one big crush on him! I loved him more and more as the time went by. I don't know why he was this attractive, whenever I looked into his eyes I saw love. Then when I was about 10 years old, my friends started to fancy him.<br /><br />They told me about how much they loved him, but they didn't know I had a crush on him since I was four, this crush was still a secret. Then at the end of Year 6 (the last year at primary school) it was time to decide what Secondary School we wanted to attend. Four schools had accepted me, and my crush was going to goto one of them. I begged and begged my mum to goto that school, and finally, I did.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDeWV6NdhrkJgaMhXl9AFx2SgnGWZnjUXUMbYsmS8_OQQNYgOLSZC1iX5ZWiGxrp3N6wh5Vlna_6sH82n2oih8WwGv8q-Bxy01NHOKvSo8kfOdtv9pES3M9Df7KCbzG9dnrbz6gHG3is/s1600-h/139945_Red_Heart_Paperweight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDeWV6NdhrkJgaMhXl9AFx2SgnGWZnjUXUMbYsmS8_OQQNYgOLSZC1iX5ZWiGxrp3N6wh5Vlna_6sH82n2oih8WwGv8q-Bxy01NHOKvSo8kfOdtv9pES3M9Df7KCbzG9dnrbz6gHG3is/s400/139945_Red_Heart_Paperweight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169407832565784178" border="0" /></a><br />The first day of Secondary School was also scary as the first day of Primary. I didn't know anyone except for my crush, two of his mates, and only one of mine. I started to make friends quickly, and then me and my crush got put into two different classes! I couldn't believe this! I weren't in the same class as him! I guess it was a sign of moving on, because this relationship wasn't getting us anywhere.<br /><br />I began to see less of him, and more boys started to take his place. At first I thought I wasn't doing the right thing by trying to forget him, but I knew it was for the best. I then started going out with them other boys, and hardly ever spoke to the boy I had loved since I was 4. Now I am still in that situation, when I hardly see him, and i am fancying other boys.<br /><br />But whenever I walk passed him, look at him, think of him, I remember the times when I used to love him. He was my first love, and, although we are apart, we are together in my memory of 7 years of loving him, and we are together in my heart.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-28219708795878983572008-02-15T04:00:00.000-08:002008-02-15T04:58:55.169-08:00Love with best friendIt started when I was in third year high school. At first he introduced his self to me. I was amaze because he knew a lot about me. And that's all started for being his friend. I never knew that I'm gonna fell in love with him, because I use to tease him to my other girlfriend.<br /><br />He followed my advice to court other girls but then suddenly he stop courting her which I really don't know what's the reason. After that incident he usually don't talk to me that he used to before. And I felt so lonely and realizing that I missing him so much. I tried to hide it.<br /><br />Since then we always have a fight for nothing. My other friends used to tell me whats going on with me and my best friend because we look like a cats and dogs in the classroom. But I started to realize that my feeling for him was getting in to deep. I never told him . For so many years until we graduate from high school I never had a courage to tell him.<br /><br />We both went through into lots of relationship but still in my heart asking for him to love me too. He still call me and tells me what's going on with his life but I couldn't tell him how much I love him. Until one day I found a strength to tell him that I love him since when we are in high school it's happen on his 21 birthday.<br /><br />I was gonna say him personally but I changed my mind. I wanted to scream loudly and say "I love you" in front of all the people, but I can't do that. I just write it in a card and tell him everything after that I try to go away from him because I know he'll never forgive me. Now I'm here in the US I don't know what happened to him. I just heard from a friend of mine that he's married now. But the confusing thing about it is he's calling me at home and not telling his name but I know that was him. I don't know what to do about it. I don't know what he wants from me now. I am also married to a guy over here.<br /><br />He calls me regularly. We recall our college days, fun we had together and all the other things. I always search my best friend in my husband but cannot find him like my best friend. I love him too much, but I don't know why out love didn't success, even though, we both loved each other and still love. I wish, one day, it might become successful and we would be together.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-83982194138392060182008-02-15T03:58:00.000-08:002008-02-15T04:02:20.263-08:00Finding prince charmingIt's funny the things that we remember from our childhood. One of the earlies things that I remember: me sitting in front of the television set watching Sleeping Beauty. Dreaming that one day I too would find my prince charming, of course he had to look just like Prince Phillipe. After getting my heart broken too many times, I had given up hope. Prince Phillipe seemed to be just a fictional character.<br /><br />One gray rainy afternoon, I sat across from my sister at local fast food restaurant, discussing how guys are just a waste of time. A handicapped lady slouched over her cheeseburger at a nearby table. California winters seem to depress everyone. I looked up as two Marine's, in their dress blues, stepped into the room. I love a man in uniform! One of them approached the handicapped lady; he brought a smile to her face. standing tall, with his broad back and perfect figure enhancing the sweetness of his blue eyes.<br /><br />As I hesitated to get up and leave, my sister urged me to approach the charming Marine. I decided to avoid the heartache and walked out to the car. I looked back and my sister was gone. i waited inside the car, safe from the rain. My sister appeared on the rear view mirror, talking to the charming man inside the restaurant.Something inside me made me join them. Up close I studied his adorable nose, and perfect pink lips as he asked me for my number. My hands shook from excitement as I wrote on the back of a Marine recruiting card.<br />Upon arriving home I had come to the conclusion that he would be allergic to calling, like every other guy I'd met. I began working on one of my many forgotten paintings. Less than an hour had gone by when the phone rang. I held my breath and when i realized it was him my heart skipped a beat. His voice was so manly and enticing, when he asked to drop by, there was no need to think twice about my answer.<br /><br />after rushing to clear the mess of paint off the kitchen floor and off myself, I heard a knock on the door. I took a deep breath, and even made a quick prayer, before opening the door. I opened the door to see the most beautiful creature, I had ever seen. In magazines, I see models, but nobody this charming. His smile was contagious, maybe it was his perfect lips or his adorable face. I felt at ease instantly.<br /><br />Before walking out the door be enticed me into his strong embrace with such a magical effect. I knew this was special. The next few days were magical. everyday he would surprise me more and more in with just how perfect for me he was. This was too good to be true.<br />One day he held me in his strong arms, and after softly kissing me he told me that he only had a few more days left in town. I knew that he would have to leave soon, but this soon was beyond my imagination. I rested my face against his muscular chest and after closing my eyes to record that moment in my mind.<br /><br />People say that long distance relationships do not work. All I know is that its been nine months since the day that we met, and we haven't seen each other as much as we wish we could, but I believe that once I've met my Prince Charming I am not letting him go. He is the man that I dreamed of meeting since I was a little girl. I've been waiting my whole life to meet him, and now the Marine's may have him far away from me, but I will wait for this wonderful man, for as long as it takes. Prince Phillipe turned out to be more than a fictional character. I guess I was wrong.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-26024986729472188562008-02-15T03:50:00.001-08:002008-02-15T03:54:23.808-08:00Talking to the loveBoy: I need someone to talk to.<br /> Girl: I'm always here for you.<br /> Boy: I know.<br /> Girl: What's wrong?<br /> Boy: I like her so much.<br /> Girl: Talk to her.<br /> Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.<br /> Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.<br /> Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.<br /> Girl: Then tell her.<br /> Boy: She won't like me.<br /> Girl: How do you know that?<br /> Boy: I can just tell her...<br /> Girl: Well just tell her.<br /> Boy: What should I say?<br /> Girl: Tell her how much you like her.<br /> Boy: I tell her daily.<br /> Girl: What do you mean?<br /> Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.<br /> Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem...but he'll never like me.<br /> Boy: Wait. Who do you like?<br /> Girl: Oh, some boy.<br /> Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.<br /> Girl: She does.<br /> Boy: How do you know?<br /> Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?<br /> Boy: You.<br /> Girl: You're wrong. I love you.<br /> Boy: I love you too.<br /> Girl: So are you going to talk to her?<br /> Boy: I just did.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-18694194149074809852008-02-15T03:50:00.000-08:002008-02-15T04:56:13.031-08:00Asking about loveBoy: I need someone to talk to.<br /> Girl: I'm always here for you.<br /> Boy: I know.<br /> Girl: What's wrong?<br /> Boy: I like her so much.<br /> Girl: Talk to her.<br /> Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.<br /> Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.<br /> Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.<br /> Girl: Then tell her.<br /> Boy: She won't like me.<br /> Girl: How do you know that?<br /> Boy: I can just tell her...<br /> Girl: Well just tell her.<br /> Boy: What should I say?<br /> Girl: Tell her how much you like her.<br /> Boy: I tell her daily.<br /> Girl: What do you mean?<br /> Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.<br /> Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem...but he'll never like me.<br /> Boy: Wait. Who do you like?<br /> Girl: Oh, some boy.<br /> Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.<br /> Girl: She does.<br /> Boy: How do you know?<br /> Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?<br /> Boy: You.<br /> Girl: You're wrong. I love you.<br /> Boy: I love you too.<br /> Girl: So are you going to talk to her?<br /> Boy: I just did.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-58082784711433611362008-02-15T03:24:00.000-08:002008-02-15T03:34:55.641-08:00Gift to loved ones<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"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...". Thinking this, I was looking gifts for my lovely children in the supermarket.</span></span> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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 was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.<br /> "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."</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"No, Santa Claus can not 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."</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">His eyes were so sad while saying this.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"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 bring the doll with her to give it to my sister.</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">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 wait until I come back from the supermarket."</span><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial;" align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">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."</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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."</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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?"</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough money to buy this." 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 spare money.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money." Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept 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 I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose."</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"You know, my mummy loves white rose."</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A few minutes later, the old lady came 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.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Was this the family of the little boy?</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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.</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rosein 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 that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him. </span><br /></span>Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-59847975431864858952008-02-15T03:09:00.000-08:002008-02-15T03:19:21.358-08:00Love is divine, not money<p>Once upon a time, there was a guy who was very much in love with this girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then... heart broken, the guy agreed. </p> <p>When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. He involved in many business involving insurance, banking, loan, investment, real state, stock exchange etc and made a lot of money. Finally with all these hard work and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company with lot of money to spend and secure life...</p> <p>"You never fail until you stop trying." he always told himself. "I must make it in life!"<br /> One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life!</p> <p>Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cometary,and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his precious paper cranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb. Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.</p> <p> She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. The guy just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.<br /></p> <p>A tragic story that perhaps happens only in the movies. At the end of the day, money is money is money but love is divine. In our quest for our material wealth, take time to make time for our loved ones. There will be a time when we have only memories to cling to.<br /> Take this weekend to show your "love" to all that are close to us, how much you love them. Say I love you in soft and lovely voice.</p>Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-19169744671393875952008-02-15T02:52:00.000-08:002008-02-15T02:54:19.959-08:00Have you ever felt alone<div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever felt alone,</div><div align="center">Lost in time and space ,unknown,</div><div align="center">Taking your time and moving by,</div><div align="center">Not having anyone to share you time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Looking into the sea so wide,</div><div align="center">Feeling that there is no end to this life.</div><div align="center">Left helpless as if in a boat,</div><div align="center">Oaring to nowhere you know.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So have I felt some times,</div><div align="center">Not knowing why I am alive.</div><div align="center">Feeling lost again and again.</div><div align="center">As if my life is just full of pain.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But still my life had some hope.</div><div align="center">Because I was chosen long ago.</div><div align="center">Not to be in this earth all alone.</div><div align="center">As there is Someone Who wants to take me along.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">At first I didn't knew for sure,</div><div align="center">How much this new friendship is worth,</div><div align="center">But not until I did realize ,</div><div align="center">That this Friend has given me even his life.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He also has lived a life of pain,</div><div align="center">Had been betrayed again and again.</div><div align="center">Felt more lonely than ever I could.</div><div align="center">Suffered more than anyone ever would</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Its none else than the God,</div><div align="center">Who came into this world to make me right,</div><div align="center">To take away my sin and pain.</div><div align="center">And to give me hope for my life to gain.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Because of this friend, each day of mine.</div><div align="center">Is too blessed and yes, divine.</div><div align="center">He has changed my heart and has came inside.</div><div align="center">Deep inside my heart to reside.</div><div style="text-align: center;">By Thompson David Cherin.</div>Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-74566279936947207592008-02-15T02:20:00.001-08:002008-02-21T04:25:08.622-08:00Our first kissMy very first kiss... yes, I remember it well. She had been visiting my family this Sunday afternoon into the early evening. It was in the middle of winter and being in a northern state, it was very cold.<br /><br />Time finally came for him to return to her family a couple of blocks away from where I lived. I helped him on with his coat and we stepped through the door onto an uncovered porch.<br />The window in the door was all steamed up from the heat within so no one could see us outside except as a blur. When we stepped outside, we found that is was pouring down snow in very large flakes and starting to gather on the ground.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic770MsmRaWvkOku9ivRI4CbfF7lYi_uXNprk3BMdNp8fEb81_0bvUcC67c6XnrzLITaaWtoe-qCBGWP5WxkayhPGEAVDOVBThCFFEKTdUJezs2tJ0UQXHv8iykhKQTBakhLvNOrgra30/s1600-h/ist1_3110911_first_kiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic770MsmRaWvkOku9ivRI4CbfF7lYi_uXNprk3BMdNp8fEb81_0bvUcC67c6XnrzLITaaWtoe-qCBGWP5WxkayhPGEAVDOVBThCFFEKTdUJezs2tJ0UQXHv8iykhKQTBakhLvNOrgra30/s400/ist1_3110911_first_kiss.jpg" alt="The first lovely, sensual and romantic kiss" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169408223407808130" border="0" /></a><br />My heart was full of intense love for him, and it grew more as he was away. It was the moment when we met 3 long months after the separation. We were standing there watching the snow, and feeling the heart beat of each other. We turned toward each other, no words had been spoken, as if the snow had taken away our ability to talk. We looked into each other's eyes and still without saying a word, we stepped toward each other, we embraced and then our lips met; soft, warm, moist a totally sensual moment, but being so young, we had only the vaguest idea what sensual was.<br /><br />My eyes were closed and his too were closed. I felt as if I melted and all the senses were gone. A feeling like I melted into him and he melted into me created the sensual kiss. Our lips stayed together a long time, the snow falling in these huge drops around us and on us. I never wanted to open my eyes. The world with the closed eyes were far more better than the whole world I saw since I was born.<br /><br />Finally we parted and we both knew that the thing had finally happened for both of us. Our First Kiss. Unforgettable and sensual kiss with my love.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-51509642485642040102008-02-15T02:13:00.000-08:002008-02-15T02:49:20.748-08:00Thank you for being with meIf you've found that one person that has changed your life and shown you a love you never imagined before, then you know what I'm talking about.<br /><br />In the 6 months that Paul and I have been together, he's proven all my past ideas wrong. I had given up on love, having been hurt so much before. I just thought that I was one of those people who weren’t "cut-out" for love and I think he thought the same.<br /><br />Both of us were freshly out of painful breakups and neither of us thought we were ready to give it another shot. That all started changing the night of "Our Hollywood Kiss," our first kiss, straight from the big screen. It was perfect and I knew then that no matter what happened, my life would never be the same.<br /><br />At that moment, I learned what love could be. Since that moment, each day, I fall more in love with him then I knew I could. In our 18 months together, he's given me a lifetime of love, support and happiness. I'll never be ready to give up on us. In 18 months, I've found my best friend and the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, all in the same person.<br />I don't know the words to explain my love for him, but I know that for the rest of my life, "Our Hollywood Kiss" has forever changed me.<br /><br />There are no word that can express my feelings right away. If I may, please, let me say this,” I love you Paul, you are my world, and you truly are the greatest man of my life.” Thank you for being with me.Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-4421338846292178432008-02-15T02:06:00.000-08:002008-02-15T02:49:48.489-08:00Love at first sight"Oh My God!! He is so hot."<br /><br />I said to my friends at lunch in the cafeteria. That was the First year in our college. One of my friends sitting with me rode the bus with him. So she started explaining him to me. She said he was a player, and really perverted. No way! he is a play boy.<br /><br />They dared me to go out with him. I mean, I didn't even know this kid. My friends are daring me to go out with him. But of course I said yes I'll go out with him. He don't seem like a play boy. He is not seen flirting with other girls. They said if i am going, it had to be at least for 1 week.<br />By now 1 week had past and I was really getting to know him. We would talk on the phone a lot and we would go places together. Only knowing each other for 1 week. We were even starting to make out!!<br /><br />After 1 week had past, my friends were like, "Ok it's been 1 week, you can dump him now." But I was starting to like him. I mean, he had already gotten me a beautiful bracelet. And he was nice and funny. He wasn't even a player like my friend said he was. He was not a play boy So that I was really proud of. And now we have been dating for 1 1/2 years. So if you don't belive in love at first site....then you are dumb!!Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539401834737554852.post-63264065672545285472008-02-15T01:56:00.000-08:002008-02-15T02:50:28.689-08:00The heart will know that I love youAlthough she meant to keep herself as stiff as possible she found herself softening to him. His lips were soft and warm, and that surprised her even more. She tried to pull back and say something, but then she felt the wet tip of his tongue slip between her lips. His hand slipped to her back holding her to him as if not wanting for that moment to stop.<br /><br />It was her first kiss relived in a much more glorious moment in time. The stars were before her eyes again. Had she gone so long without knowing this kind of tenderness from a man that she forgot how to feel passion? She felt as if she was watching the two of them kiss. Desire to desire. They had both wanted this for a long while now and they finally were able to do it.<br /><br />She was the one that broke of the kiss. Her legs were giving way from underneath her. Her heart was racing as she touched her fingers to her lips. She looked down, away from him, and her eyes were about to show tears, but she held them back. “Oh my God,” she said picking up her backpack from the table.<br /><br />“What?” she heard him ask without looking at him.<br /><br />“I have to go,” she said pushing her way out of the in-house doors. She stopped herself from running down the hall.<br /><br />"God help me for my sin." She said to herself. "Why did I have to want it so bad that I didn’t listen to common sense?" She walked into the classroom and sat in a corner in front of the back door. "I felt alive inside again." She thought as a tear rolled down her eye. "Am I in love with him? Do I love him?" She found herself asking. Her finally answer was, “Probably not. I bet I am just chasing after a dream again.”<br /><br />“I wanted to talk to you about this afternoon,” she said as they turned the corner of the hall to talk.<br /><br />“You feel guilty about it?” he said crossing his arms over his chest.<br /><br />“No… Yes… A little, but its not about the guilty thing,” she said shaking her head.<br /><br />“Yeah…” he said looking behind the corner to make sure no one was coming down the hall.<br />“I didn’t mean to run from you. I just haven’t been kissed like that in a long time.” She shuffled on her feet for a second. “That kiss meant more than I thought it would. A lot more and I guess I just wanted you to know.”<br /><br />She heard people coming down the hall and recognized one voice and as he turned to see who was coming she turned and fast walked towards that simple classroom. She felt it was a sanctuary for her.<br /><br />All that night she kept her distance until she went home. Her tears rolled off her cheeks heavily that night. She knew what she had done and she was being punished enough for the deed. People say that self-punishment was worse then being punished by others. She had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend… knowing that was her last thought before she went to sleep and the last tear rolled down her face.<br /><br />The next day, she meet him at the corridor and said "I love you, but I love my boyfriend more than I love you." No one will understand this beside herself.<br /><br />“A Secret Only The Heart Will Know.”Sanguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614193005136938103noreply@blogger.com0