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she'd have friends over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way she wanted her life to be.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, everything went great.&lt;br /&gt;She made new friends and even got a date!&lt;br /&gt;She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"&lt;br /&gt;To be known in this school you had to have a clout,&lt;br /&gt;And dating this guy would sure help her out.&lt;br /&gt;There was only one problem stopping her fate.&lt;br /&gt;Her parents had said she was too young to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.&lt;br /&gt;They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"&lt;br /&gt;Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.&lt;br /&gt;Her parents frowned but said, "All right."&lt;br /&gt;Excited, she got ready for the big event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as she rushed around like she had no sense,&lt;br /&gt;She began to feel guilty about all the lies,&lt;br /&gt;But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?&lt;br /&gt;Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moonlight ride would have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;For Jeff was half drunk by this time.&lt;br /&gt;But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Then the room filled with smoked and Jeff took a puff.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point&lt;br /&gt;But only after he'd smoked another joint.&lt;br /&gt;They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.&lt;br /&gt;They finally made it to the point at last,&lt;br /&gt;And Jeff started trying to make a pass.&lt;br /&gt;A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all&lt;br /&gt;(And by a pass, I don't mean playing football.)&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."&lt;br /&gt;With all of her might, she pushed Jeff say away:&lt;br /&gt;"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."&lt;br /&gt;Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny knew that her life was in danger.&lt;br /&gt;She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,&lt;br /&gt;But he just got faster as they neared the town.&lt;br /&gt;"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.&lt;br /&gt;I really went out for a moonlight ride."&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't remember the force of impact.&lt;br /&gt;Just that everything all of a sudden went black.&lt;br /&gt;She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,&lt;br /&gt;And heard, "call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices she heard...a few words at best.&lt;br /&gt;But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,&lt;br /&gt;And if the people in the other car was alive.&lt;br /&gt;She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.&lt;br /&gt;"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."&lt;br /&gt;These voices echoed inside her head,&lt;br /&gt;As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.&lt;br /&gt;They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.&lt;br /&gt;But it looks as if we'll lose you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried.&lt;br /&gt;"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."&lt;br /&gt;Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to have just one night of fun."&lt;br /&gt;"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,&lt;br /&gt;And wish I could return their families to them."&lt;br /&gt;"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,&lt;br /&gt;And that it's my fault so many have died.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse just stood there-she never agreed.&lt;br /&gt;But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And a few moments later Jenny died.&lt;br /&gt;A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best&lt;br /&gt;To bid that girl her one last request?"&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the man with eyes so sad.&lt;br /&gt;"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is sad and unpleasant but true,&lt;br /&gt;So young people take heed, it could have been you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-2638644410831709352?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was born in a secluded village of a&lt;br /&gt;mountain. Days by days my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their&lt;br /&gt;backs facing the sky. I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than &lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around me seemed to have, I&lt;br /&gt;stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father known about it right &lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made my younger brother and me kneeled against the wall, with a &lt;br /&gt;bamboo&lt;br /&gt;stick in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who stole the money?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't hear any of us admit, &lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted up the bamboo stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I &lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;the one who did it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long stick smacked on my brother's back repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father was so angry that he kept on whipped my brother until he lost &lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You &lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;learnt to steal from your own house now, what other embarrassing things &lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;will do in the future?? You should be beaten to death! You shameless&lt;br /&gt;thief!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His body full of injuries, &lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;he didn't shed a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, all of sudden I cried out loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now &lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;br /&gt;cry anymore. Everything has happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate myself for didn't have enough courage to admit what I had&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by, but the incident still looked like it just happen! ed&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother was in his last year of his lower secondary school, he &lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;was accepted into a province's university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear him said, "Both our children have good results? very good&lt;br /&gt;results?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we&lt;br /&gt;possibly finance both of them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and&lt;br /&gt;said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read &lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father swung his hand and slapped brother on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg &lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;money on the streets, I will sen! d you two to school until you both &lt;br /&gt;finish&lt;br /&gt;your study!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow&lt;br /&gt;money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brother's swollen face, and&lt;br /&gt;said, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to&lt;br /&gt;leave this depths of poverty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study to &lt;br /&gt;university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with &lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the &lt;br /&gt;side&lt;br /&gt;of my bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, get into an university is &lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;easy. I will go find a job and send money to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my &lt;br /&gt;voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the &lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;father borrowed from the whole village, and money my brother earned &lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;carrying cement on his back at cons! truction site,finally, I managed &lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;get to the third year of my study in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told&lt;br /&gt;me,"There's a villager wait for you outside!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a villager looking for me? I walked out, and saw my &lt;br /&gt;brother&lt;br /&gt;from afar, His whole body is dirty, covered by dust, cement and sands. &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;asked him, "Why don't you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think &lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;they know that I am your brother? Don't they laugh at you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dusts from my&lt;br /&gt;brother's body. And said with a lump in my throat, " I don't care of &lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;people say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He wore it on me, &lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you &lt;br /&gt;should&lt;br /&gt;also have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms &lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the broken window had been&lt;br /&gt;repaired.And it looked so clean inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, my boyfriend went home, I danced like a small girl in front of &lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;mother, "Mom, you don't have to spend so many time cleaning the house!" &lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;she said with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to &lt;br /&gt;clean&lt;br /&gt;the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He was injured while&lt;br /&gt;replacing the window." I went into my brother's small bedroom. Looking &lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put some ointment on his wound and bandaged it, "Does it hurt? " I &lt;br /&gt;asked&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when I was working in the construction&lt;br /&gt;site, stones falling on my feet all the time. Even that could not stop &lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;from working and?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and&lt;br /&gt;tears rolling down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got married, I lived in the city. Lots of time my husband &lt;br /&gt;invited&lt;br /&gt;my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, once they left the village,they didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother also didn't agree, he said, "Sis, you just taking care of &lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband became the director of his factory. We wanted my brother to &lt;br /&gt;get&lt;br /&gt;the job as the manager in the department of maintenance. But my brother&lt;br /&gt;rejected the offer. He insisted on starting to work as a reparation &lt;br /&gt;worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when &lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I visited him. Looked at the white gypsum on his leg, I&lt;br /&gt;grumbled,"Why did you reject to be a manager? Manager will not do &lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;dangerous like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why you &lt;br /&gt;didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to listen to us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a serious expression on his face, he defended on his decision, &lt;br /&gt;"Think&lt;br /&gt;of brother-in-law?he just became the director, and I almost uneducated. &lt;br /&gt;If&lt;br /&gt;I became the manager, what kind of rumors will fly around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack &lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;education also because of me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why talking about the past?" My brother held my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was &lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. In his &lt;br /&gt;wedding&lt;br /&gt;reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one you &lt;br /&gt;respect&lt;br /&gt;and love the most?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He contin! ued by telling a&lt;br /&gt;story I could not even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was in primary school, the school was in different&lt;br /&gt;village.Everyday, my sister and I walked for 2 hours to go school and &lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;home. One day, I lost one of my pair of gloves. My sister gave me one &lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;hers. She only wore one glove and walked for so far. When we got home, &lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;hand was so trembled because of the weather that was so cold that she &lt;br /&gt;could&lt;br /&gt;not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;live, I would take care of my sister and be good to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attentions to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my whole life, the &lt;br /&gt;one I&lt;br /&gt;would like to thank the most is my brother," And in this happy &lt;br /&gt;occasion,in&lt;br /&gt;front of the crowd, tears rolling down my face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You &lt;br /&gt;may&lt;br /&gt;think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may &lt;br /&gt;mean a&lt;br /&gt;lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-8055338642636815086?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I quit my job, my relationship, my&lt;br /&gt;spirituality... I wanted to quit my life. So, I went to the woods&lt;br /&gt;to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God", I asked, "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me...: "Look around", He said.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you see the fern and the  bamboo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took&lt;br /&gt;very good care of them. I gave them light, I gave them water.&lt;br /&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the&lt;br /&gt;floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the&lt;br /&gt;bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and&lt;br /&gt;plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit&lt;br /&gt;on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said. "In year three there was still nothing from&lt;br /&gt;the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was&lt;br /&gt;nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quite." He said. "Then in the&lt;br /&gt;fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the&lt;br /&gt;fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months&lt;br /&gt;later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five&lt;br /&gt;years growing roots.&lt;br /&gt;Those roots made it strong and gave it what it &lt;br /&gt;needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it&lt;br /&gt;could not handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me. "Did you know, my child, that all this&lt;br /&gt;time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots". "I&lt;br /&gt;would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don't compare&lt;br /&gt;yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different Purpose&lt;br /&gt;than the fern.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will&lt;br /&gt;come", God said to me. "You will rise high"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" - I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" - He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can?" - I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as&lt;br /&gt;you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and brought back this story. I hope&lt;br /&gt;these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;Never, Never, Never Give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is not an option but an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell the &lt;br /&gt;Lord how big the problem is; tell the&lt;br /&gt;problem how Great&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavens door open this morning, God asked me... "My&lt;br /&gt;CHILD...what can I&lt;br /&gt;do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Daddy please protect and bless the one reading&lt;br /&gt;this message".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and answered ... "request granted "&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message is now in your hands. What will YOU do&lt;br /&gt;with it? You could&lt;br /&gt;send it to as many people as you like, so that they&lt;br /&gt;too will have their&lt;br /&gt;lives in God's hands. You never know when GOD is going&lt;br /&gt;to bless you!!&lt;br /&gt;Good things happen when you least expect them to&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-6571656885787138476?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I do jogging during week days and do long - ride mountain biking every Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;But this Sunday is a special Sunday to me. While I was on my way to the mountains of Busay hoping to strengtened  my heart by this exercise, instead, I personally encountered a heart-breaking  scene that changed me. &lt;br /&gt;I already passed the  Marco Polo Plaza ( formerly Cebu Plaza Hotel ) when I decided to stop to buy bananas at a small carenderia located along the road. I haven't taken any solid food that morning  so I need fruits to have the needed energy  to get to my destination - the mountain  top. I almost done eating with the second banana when I noticed two children across the street busily  searching  the garbage area. "Basureros"  I said to myselt and  quickly turn  my attention away from them to sip a small amount of water. I cared less for these kind of children actually; to make it straight, I do not like them, and I do not trust them evenmore. You see, several times I have been a victim to these kind of children who are pretending to be basureros looking for  empty bottles  and cans  when in fact the  'plangganas', 'kalderos', and 'hinayhays' are th eir favorites.  I remember one afternoon  while I was watching a Mike Tyson fight when I noticed  that the TV screen suddenly became blurred. I checked outside and saw two young basureros running away with my newly installed antenna. &lt;br /&gt;Hatred may be a little bit stronger word to describe my feeling towards these basureros, but I do not like them honestly ? not till I met these three children. &lt;br /&gt; I was about to embark on my bike again when I heard one of the two children, a girl of about 7 or 8 of age saying aloud to the other , a 12-yr old boy , " kuya si dodong  kuha-a kay  nag-sige'g tan-aw sa mga nagkaon, mauwaw ta" , only then that I noticed a small boy standing  near to me biting slightly his finger. He's a few inches shorter if compared to my 5 years old son ( but I knew later that he's also 5 yrs. Old). Though he did not asked for food to anyone in the carenderia, the way he looked at the customers who were eating , enough to convinced me that he intensely craving for it. The older boy then quickly crossed the  street and gently pulled out the little one who politely obeyed. As I watched the two crossing back the street to the garbage area, I heard the tindera saying " Lo-oy kaayo nang mga bataa uy, mga buotan ra ba na". I learned further from the carenderia owner that the children are from a good family , both parents were working before , and that their  father got a stroke 3 years ago and became partially paralized  and  their mother died of heart attack while their father  was still confined at the hospital. The parents were still in their early forties when the catastrophe  happened , and  the children became basureros since then to meet their daily needs and for their father's medication. &lt;br /&gt;Deeply moved by what I heard, I went  to a nearby  bakery and bought 20 pesos worth of bread and  gave it to the children who initially refused including the little boy.  " Sige lang noy, salamat na lang, magpalit lang nya mi kung mahalinan na mi" the young girl said to me. I explained that they need to go home because it started to rain . " Naanad na man mi ani " the girl answered again. Again, I explained that the rain can make them sick and if they'll become sick there's no one to take care of their father. Upon mentioning their father, they nodded and acccept the bread but I noticed that the older boy did not ate. When I asked him if he does not like the kind of bread I bought for them he smiled but as he's about to explain, the little girl, who is the more talker of them interrupted, " Domingo man gud ron ,noy,  basta Sabado ug Domingo hapon ra siya mokaon kami ra ang mokaon ug pa mahaw pero dili na pod mi mokaon inig hapon, si kuya ra. Pero basta Lunes ngadto sa Biyernes, kay klase man , si kuya  ra sad ang seguro-on ug papamahaw, kami hapon na sad mi moka-on "  Pero kung &lt;br /&gt;daghan mi ug halin  mokaon mi tanan."   she  continued.  "Ngano man diay ug &lt;br /&gt;mokaon mong tanan, bahinon ninyo bisan ug unsa ka gamay?"  I countered. &lt;br /&gt;The young girl reasoned out that their  father wanted that her older brother to come to school with full stomachs so he can  easily catch up the teacher's lessons. "Inig ka trabaho ni kuya mo undang na man mi ug pamasura , first honor baya na siya  " the little boy added proudly. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I  was  caught by surprise or I am just overly emotional that my tears started to fall. I then quickly  turned my back from them to hide my tears and pretended to pick up my bike from the carenderia where I left it. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many seconds or minutes I spent just to compose myself; pretending again this time that I was mending by bike. &lt;br /&gt;Finally I get on to my bike and approached the three children to bid goobye to them who in turn cast their  grateful smiles at me. I then took a good look  at all of them specially to the small boy and pat his head with a pinch in my heart. Though I believe that their positive look at life can easily change their present situation, there is one thing that they can never change; that is , their being motherless. That little boy can no longer taste the sweet embrace, care, and most of all , the love of his mother ? forever. Nobody can refill the empty gap created by that sudden and untimely death of their mother. Every big events that will happen to their lives will only remind them and make them wish of their mother's presence. &lt;br /&gt;I reached to my pocket and handed to them my last 100 peso bill which I reserved for our department's bowling tournament. This time they refused strongly but I jokingly said to the girl " sumbagon teka  ron kung di nimo dawaton" . She smiled as she extended her hand to take the money. " Salamat &lt;br /&gt;noy makapalit gyud me ron ug tambal ni papa "  she uttered.   I then turned &lt;br /&gt;to the small boy and though  he's a few feet away from me, I still noticed that while his right hand was holding the half - filled sack ,  his left hand was holding a toy ? a worn out toy car. I waved my hands and said bye bye to him as  I drove towards the mountains again. Did he just found the toy in the garbage area ? or  the toy was originally his - when the misfortune did not took place yet? - I did not bother to ask. But one thing is crystal clear to me ? that inspite of the boy's abnormal life, he did not given up his childhood completely. I can sense it that way he hold and stare at his toy. &lt;br /&gt;My meeting with that young basureros made me poorer by 100 pesos. But they changed  me and made me more richer as to lessons of life are concerned. In them, I learned that life can changed suddenly  and may caught me flat footed. In them, I've learned that even the darkest side of life, cannot change the beauty of one's heart. Those three children, who sometimes cannot eat three times a day, still able to hold on to what they believe was right. And what a contrast to most of us who are quick to point out to our misfortunes when caught  with our mistakes. In them, I've learned to hope for things when  things seem to go the other way. &lt;br /&gt; Lastly, I know that God cares for them far more than I do. That though He allowed them to experience such a terrible life which our finite minds cannot comprehend, His unquestionable love will surely follow them through. &lt;br /&gt;And in God's own time they will win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-4836384402827149004?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. &lt;br /&gt;(both sigh n kept quiet for a while) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tina: I think I have a good idea. Let's play a game. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Peter: Eh? What game? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tina: Umm...It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your &lt;br /&gt;girlfriend for 100 days. What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Peter: Okay.. Anyway I don't have any plans for the next few months. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first  day and our first date. Where should we go? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now. &lt;br /&gt;Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea  than this. Lets move.(went to watch their movies and sent each other home) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Peter and Tina went to a concert  together and Peter bought Tina a key chain with a star. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream &lt;br /&gt;together and hugged each other for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watched the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they just sat on the grass, gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - Spend time at a theme park and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Day 67 - They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Then they went around to see the other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Day 84 - Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Day 99 - They decided to have a simple day and decided to take a walk around the city. They sat down on a bench. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1:23 pm &lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first. &lt;br /&gt;Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like? &lt;br /&gt;Tina: Erm...Apple juice will be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1:43 pm &lt;br /&gt;[ Tina waited for about 20 minutes and Peter still hasn't return. Then someone walked up to her. ] &lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Is your name Tina? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tina: Yes, and may I help you? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Just now, down the street, a drunk driver crashed into a guy. I think its your &lt;br /&gt;friend. Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood all over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;11:51 pm &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He looked weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said."Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during allthese days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taking the time to know that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be &lt;br /&gt;beside me all the time. Tina, I love you." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;11:58 &lt;br /&gt;Tina: (sobbing) Peter...did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a &lt;br /&gt;meteor?? I asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter!! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU..... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was the 100th day. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;~ NOTE ~ &lt;br /&gt;Tell the guy or girl that you love them before its too late. You never know what's going to &lt;br /&gt;happen tomorrow. You never know who will be leaving you and never return.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-3198027918783757633?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Soon, it will be all over. He brought out his list from his pocket. For the last time, he looked at the peace of paper in his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one thing left to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Melissa," Carlo shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa turned around and looked back at Carlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never forget you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, quiet evening, everything became bright for Carlo and everything became loud for Melissa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo saw a bright light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Melissa heard a sound of a gunshot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around ten in the morning, Carlo woke up from the noise of his alarm clock. After another drinking session with his friends last night, he finds himself in the solitude of his desolated room. Soiled clothes were lying as well as books and magazines were displaced everywhere. His room was pretty messed-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like his life: pretty messed-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been his life since Melissa told him the news. When they broke-up a year ago, Carlo didn't felt a thing, not even the slightest remorse. Not until Melissa told him the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was getting married to her fiancee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months become the gradual destruction of Carlo's life. Drinking sessions with friends have become a nocturnal routine, as well as absence in work to nurse a nasty hangover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unshaved and somehow disoriented, he stares hopelessly at himself in the bathroom mirror, somewhat trying to ask himself where have he been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all he got was a stare of a complete stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments Carlo continue to stand infront of the bathroom mirror, then he noticed something. His reflection was holding a piece of paper. He was holding a crumpled paper and he opened it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning everyone!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in his office stared at Carlo as he entered. As if they saw someone who was long gone. Neatly dressed, shaven and emitting an aura of freshness, he mesmerized everyone and went directly to his boss' room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Sir!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carlo! Where was the report..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here it is, Sir. Complete in a presentation burned in this CD ready to blow your clients off their feet," Carlo quickly disrupted his boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have gotten into you? You look normal again," his boss replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just woke up from a terrible nightmare." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good for you. Good for me. Good for the clients. Welcome back, Carlo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo smiled and left his boss' room and went straight to his cubicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he reached his cubicle, he dialed a number and called someone in his cel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," Melissa answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey gorgeous! You free today," Carlo asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much. I just got some errand to do and I would like to bring you along." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhmmm... I still have a few things to tend, you know..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The wedding? C'mon, it's only one day. Your fiancee shouldn't worry. For old time's sake?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. What time?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pick you up before lunch." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Til then. Bye." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa seemed confused after hearing Carlo's voice in her cel. She haven't heard from him for some time and that she just changed her number a few days ago." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he said, Carlo picked up Melissa at her office. They went to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Melissa was staring at a man she used to love. Some old feelings still lingers in her. But she rather keep them all inside her in solitude. Then Carlo broke her silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what's keeping you busy, aside from getting married," he asked casually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhmmm... nothing much. Just the usual. Clients who dream big and pay little," Melissa replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall we?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just need to tend some errands. You'll see." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo brought Melissa in an orphanage they used to go to during their anniversary. Carlo still remembered how Melissa loved children. For a few moments, Melissa found herself enjoying her time with the children. And then she realized something was not right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shouldn't be there with Carlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you bring me here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You forgot easily." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. I just wanna go here. This is the first time I went here since we broke up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remembered when we still went here together." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy anniversary." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa stood infront of Carlo filled with confusion. She cannot understand why he brought her in the orphanage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've been silent since we left the orphanage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carlo, why are you doing this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. The orphanage wasn't intentional. It was just a spontaneous idea. When you agreed to come with me, the idea just entered my mind. And besides, today was supposedly our anniversary. It's just so funny if we went back there after all this time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you found it as a joke?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I found it heartwarming." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...uhmmm, where are you bringing me anyway?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll see." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't been here for a while," Melissa said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you'll be surprised. I haven't also been here for a while," Carlo answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived at Carlo's home in Antipolo at around five in the afternoon. Carlo's mother was surprised to saw both of them. They still don't know that the two of them had broken up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Mama," Carlo greeted her mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carlo," Mrs. Gomez replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still remember Melissa?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good afternoon Ma'am," Melissa greeted Mrs. Gomez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could I forget your beautiful fiancee? So when's the wedding? C'mon here child and give me a hug," Mrs. Gomez answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both women hugged each other. Melissa suddenly became uneasy with the fact that Mrs. Gomez doesn't know what had happened between her and Carlo. She found herself starting to get mad at Carlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what have brought you two here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're just visiting you Mama." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should have called before you arrived, so that I have prepared a special dinner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Mama. We won't be long. Melissa's busy with her wedding." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You naughty boy. I haven't met Melissa's parents. And now you two are getting married? Why are you putting all the burden to Melissa in preparing for the wedding?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa blushed in embarrassment. She doesn't know what to feel, whether to get mad at Carlo for not telling her Mom, or to feel sorry that the two of them broke up. She really liked Mrs. Gomez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't understand, Mama. Well, I'm quite busy tending a lot of errands." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, let's just talked about the wedding later. Wait here and I'll just prepare dinner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mrs. Gomez was about to go to the kitchen, Carlo spoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, I love you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs. Gomez reached the kitchen, Carlo whispered to Melissa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's our cue. Let's go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carlo, what do you think you're doing? We have just arrived here and you're mother's preparing dinner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still have some errands to do, remember?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great. At least let's say goodbye to your mom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That would be impossible. She won't let us leave until after dinner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two of them sneaked to the front driveway straight to Carlo's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't understand why you are doing all this, Carlo," Melissa said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hungry?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First the orphanage. Next your mom. What's all of these? Are you trying to win me back?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why all these special places? You know this is not easy for the two of us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot something in my office. We'll grab dinner there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not hearing me. You're shutting me out..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tears started to form in the corners of Melissa's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I always understood you. When you left me, it was your decision. I just set you free because I felt you really wanted out. Now that I'm asking just for a day with you, you judge me of not hearing you out?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what's this all about? I'm really confused." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, the greatest questions don't need answers. Please take my word for it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still not buying it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. I'm leaving. I'm going somewhere. I just wanna do the things I won't be able to do after I leave." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Satisfied?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm hungry," Melissa answered with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at Carlo's office somewhere in Makati at around 10 in the evening, Carlo's office was closed. A guard recognized Carlo and let them in. City lights have somehow illuminated the dark corridors of Carlo's office. All cubicles were deserted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we gonna do here," Melissa asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll see, Carlo answered." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No tricks, Carlo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all Melissa was able to do was smile back at Carlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa followed Carlo to the elevator. Inside, Carlo pressed "P" for penthouse. The light indicating the building floors rose from the ground floor to the penthouse. The darkness and the uncertainty of what lies ahead of them scared Melissa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator reached the top floor of Carlo's office and its doors opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Melissa saw at the penthouse left her breathless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the darkness of the hallway glowed numerous candles that seemed like stars the lit the whole floor. A string quartet played songs that they used to loved when their still together. And in the middle of the spacious penthouse stood a candlelight dinner for two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what to say," Melissa uttered to Carlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just say you enjoy everything that's happening right now," Carlo replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa knew that she enjoyed every moment that's happening before her eyes but she decided to keep it to herself. But her eyes gave herself away; glitters of tears lingered in the corners of her eyes. Even though she didn't say it, Carlo saw it in her eyes and he knew she enjoyed everything that he prepared for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for him, that's what matters most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Carlo brought Melissa to her house. They arrived at Melissa's place at around past midnight. Inside Carlo's car, they sat in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Melissa's defenses finally crumbled and she broke their silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For everything. I know I should have given you a second chance but I didn't. And now I'm getting married in three weeks, and I still continue to hurt you by letting you love me hopelessly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tears finally rolled over Melissa's cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the one who should ask for forgiveness. Since the day we broke up, I deliberately suppressed all emotions that I should be feeling. Grief. Anger. Despair. Hope. But when I found out that you're getting married, I started to feel, one by one, all those emotions that I've tried so hard to keep away from myself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo clutched the steering wheel of his car and stared at the nothingness of his car's windshield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things are different now, Carlo. We both know we have now different lives." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. That's why I met you today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have loved you the way you truly deserve..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have asked for redemption when I still had the chance..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said stop it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have let go of you the moment I found out you're happy with your new life..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please Carlo. You know this isn't easy for both of us..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have died together with all the hopes and dreams that our love created..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP IT!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo continued to stare at his car's windshield while Melissa's sobs created an eerie rhythm of despair inside Carlo's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around two in the morning. Nearby houses stood aimlessly in the dark of the night. Carlo and Melissa sat silently inside Carlo's car for the past two hours already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanna see you before I leave," Carlo said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be leaving everything behind, especially my old life. I finally decided to start a new one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I prepared this day for you to show my gratitude. I just don't want to say how much I'm thankful of you. I want you to feel it and never forget it. I should have done this when we're still together but we both know I didn't make you feel how much I really love you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to do all of this..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I have to. My conscience has been eating me up because of the guilt I got from taking you for granted..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all this time, Carlo looked at Melissa thru the haziness of his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've already forgiven you a long time ago." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the sobs and the tears, Melissa found herself comforting Carlo with a long, passionate kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around four in the morning, Melissa decided that it was time for her to leave Carlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is it," Carlo said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so," Melissa answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you and goodnight, Melissa." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Melissa gave Carlo a friendly kiss on the cheek, she found her lips locked with Carlo's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, thank you Carlo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo watched as Melissa walked away. Soon, it will be all over. He brought out his list from his pocket. For the last time, he looked at the piece of paper in his hands. Words written in the paper were stained with his own tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one thing left to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Melissa," Carlo shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa turned around and looked back at Carlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa watched in horror as Carlo aims a 9mm Beretta pistol at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never forget you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo quickly aimed the gun at his left temple and squeezed the trigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, quiet evening, everything became bright for Carlo and everything became loud for Melissa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo saw a bright light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Melissa heard a sound of a gunshot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there as Carlo fell to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's sobs lingered in the silence of early morning. She slowly walked towards Carlo's lifeless body, still trembling from the terrifying ordeal she witnessed. As she stared into Carlo's dilated pupils; she noticed Carlo was clutching a piece of paper. She picked it up and opened it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa read, "Ten things to do before you die." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written and crossed out were: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1. get new haircut..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2. finish report..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3. eat a nice lunch..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"4. visit orphanage..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5. visit home..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"6. tell mama I LOVE YOU" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7. surprise HER..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"8. ask for FORGIVENESS..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9. KISS HER FOR THE LAST TIME." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa almost lost consciousness upon reading the last entry on Carlo's death wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10. die with the one you love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she remembered the last look in Carlo's eyes before he died. He couldn't find the courage to complete his death wish. He couldn't kill Melissa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa found herself sitting beside Carlo's body. Her tears almost completely blurred Carlo's death wish. She then felt guilty for Carlo's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked again at Carlo's death wish and read the last entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10. die with the one you love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked up the 9-mm Baretta, aimed at her left temple, smiled, and pulled the trigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around five in the morning when Melissa body fell beside Carlo, creating an illusion of two lovers together in an endless dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-1948312822235650137?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pis 1 o Pis 2? &lt;br /&gt;Pisti! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in a cabinet meeting ...) &lt;br /&gt;GMA: oshige ... kung shino man ang tamaan ng bola na &lt;br /&gt;'to ay siyang magre-reshign &lt;br /&gt;(initsa ang bola, tumalbog pabalik sa kanya ...) &lt;br /&gt;GMA: o ... praktish lang un noh? ulet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: "Sir, we have to do something with our &lt;br /&gt;population program. A woman gives birth every 30 &lt;br /&gt;seconds here in the   Philippines . .. &lt;br /&gt;Erap: "Ha?, you're right...FIND THAT WOMAN!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare1: Pare, bat naman hanggang ngayon wala ka pang &lt;br /&gt;syota? wala ka pa bang napupusuan? &lt;br /&gt;Pare2: Meron.. Manhid ka lang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: baby, you're good in math. Now I'm going to ask you &lt;br /&gt;a question. &lt;br /&gt;Baby: sure mom &lt;br /&gt;Mom: if your daddy gives you 3 apples and I give you 4 &lt;br /&gt;apples, what's your answer? &lt;br /&gt;Baby: thank you po!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: may malaki ako problema. &lt;br /&gt;GF: wag mo sabihin problema MO lang, problema NATIN &lt;br /&gt;dahil nagmamahalan tayo.ngayon ano problema natin? &lt;br /&gt;BF: nabuntis NATIN si inday at TAYO ang ama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare1: pare parang malalim ang iniisip mo! &lt;br /&gt;Pare2: nanaginip ako kagabi kasama ko 50 contestants &lt;br /&gt;ng Ms. Universe &lt;br /&gt;Pare1: swerte mo! ano problema mo? &lt;br /&gt;Pare2: pare, ako nanalo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer: father mangungumpisal po ako &lt;br /&gt;Father: ano kasalanan mo? &lt;br /&gt;Killer: pumatay po ako ng 20 tao &lt;br /&gt;Father: bakit? &lt;br /&gt;Killer: kasi po naniniwala sila sa Diyos, kayo po &lt;br /&gt;naniniwala ba? &lt;br /&gt;Father: dati...pero ngayon trip trip na lang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: doc takot po ako sa bunot &lt;br /&gt;Dentist: eto gamot pampatapang ng loob &lt;br /&gt;Patient: (ininom ang gamot) &lt;br /&gt;Dentist: ano matapang ka na ba? &lt;br /&gt;Patient: oo doc! puta pag may gumalaw ng ngipin ko &lt;br /&gt;basag ang bungo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger taps taxi driver's shoulder... &lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAHHHHHH! !!! screamed the driver... &lt;br /&gt;Passenger: bakit ka sumigaw? &lt;br /&gt;Driver: sorry bossing bago lang kasi ako sa taxi. 25 &lt;br /&gt;years po kasi ako driver ng funenaria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 panget na babe, hinoholdap &lt;br /&gt;Holdaper: holdap ito! akin na gamit mo! &lt;br /&gt;Babae: RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! &lt;br /&gt;Holdaper: anong rape? holdap nga to eh! &lt;br /&gt;Babae: wala lang! nagsusuggest lang... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lasing nasalubong ang matabang babae na may kasamang &lt;br /&gt;aso &lt;br /&gt;Lasing: hoy, saan mo nakuha yang baboy? &lt;br /&gt;Babae: aso ito hindi baboy! &lt;br /&gt;Lasing: huwag ka nga sumabat! yung aso ang kausap ko! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pet shop... &lt;br /&gt;Customer talking to a parrot... &lt;br /&gt;Customer: hoy! can you talk ha?! bobo!!! &lt;br /&gt;Parrot: yes i can!!! ikaw?! can you fly ha? GAGO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: ang mga bakla'y walang lugar sa kaharian ng &lt;br /&gt;langit &lt;br /&gt;Mga bakla: okey lang po father..dun na lang kami sa rainbow mag slide-slide!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-1277249481539113303?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cuckoo! As the alarm clock of Ken woke him up at 7 o'clock in the morning of summer in 2003, the sun was up, it was shining, it touched his face as the gentle sea breeze blew all over his body and all he could say was thank you lord for another beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;Ken is around 24 of age with a tan skin complexion, he has a black hair which is a little bit longer but doesn’t cover his brown eyes, a slender body, and a tall guy. Ken is not the serious type of a guy but he is easily recognizable when he is serious in occasions, a good conversationalist and a web page designer for the interweb, a company in town. His house was near the beach, elevated from the sea level and well designed, but he was all alone in the house, his parents died 10 yrs ago, but then he managed himself to become a successful person. &lt;br /&gt;He took a shower, grab the car keys and drove himself with his grey Ferrari down to his work with a cup of coffee in his hand, and as he reached the company, he greeted everyone he meets, the janitor cleaning up the mess of yesterdays, the computer nerd June, and his best friend Vincent, he sat up on his desk, and starts his day , it was a usual day, the last day of work of the week, it was already Friday and he hardly noticed the week coming to an end, as Vincent approached him and asked him out for bar hopping tonight which Ken merely accepted. Lunchtime, the two took their lunch together in a restaurant nearby, and heads back to the company, the clock turns 4, it was game time, the two likes to play basketball, and both jumped off their desk, their manager even though it wasn’t time yet let the two go, because even if they were out early he was sure that their jobs are done. The two set off to each of their cars, both are with sports car, Vincent, is a tall, shorthaired guy with the age same that of Ken, a fair skin complexion, black eyes, and a little bit taller than Ken. Reaching the court, the two immediately played with their playmates. As the clock turns to 6 it was time to go home, their sweating, hungry and needs a rest for the party, both run to their cars and headed home. &lt;br /&gt;Ken doesn’t know how to cook, so he has to buy his food, stopping by in a restaurant he orders, apparently, a girl was in line before him but wasn’t in line because she has gone to the CR her name was Kate, a tall girl, gorgeous, sexy, with along black hair and a red lip with rosy cheeks, and when she returns claims that she is in front of Ken, too bad, Ken insisted, “if your in front of me how come I didn’t see you here in the line”, Kate replied “I went to the CR cause I have to, and if you don’t mind I want to take that spot back please.” “Surely I. Hahahha .. I would mind!, I come here first, so please wait for your turn” Ken said, bowing her head in annoyance to Ken, she shouted out loud “is there any gentleman here who would like to give me a spot, cause I am hungry and I haven’t taken lunch, and because the spot I have is taken out by a nonsense guy whose saying that he comes in line first!” and as Kate looked around, almost all of the guys in front of Ken raised their hand and Kate whispered gently, “well thank you!, I thought every guy is stubborn like this jerk”. Seeing what happened he was shocked and when Kate had finished the order came by and bumped Ken on the shoulder saying, “you may have that spot as long as you like, me I’m going outside to eat, want some?” Kate said teasingly. Ken was angry, but he didn’t mind, after taking the order and eating his dinner, he goes home, took a shower and watch TV while waiting for Vincent’s call. &lt;br /&gt;The phone rang, it was Vincent, saying that it was time to go to the party so he put on his shirt, wears a jacket, drove off with his Ferrari to the party, as he arrived to the bar, he was waited by Vincent, and Vincent approached Ken saying “Hey! Id like you to meet a friend of Cindy, she’s gorgeous, charming, and damn so sexy, you will like her, I’m sure of that.” As the two goes in the bar, Cindy, a beautiful, sexy and gorgeous girl, which is Vincent’s girlfriend, approached, kissed Vincent and hugs him tight, then suddenly, calls for her friend, Kate. Cindy introduced Kate to Ken, Ken laughed and said “we’ve met, in the restaurant but I didn’t get her name, she was so, ahmmmmm.” Kate suddenly spoke up “yeah, I’ve met this nonsense jerk in the restaurant, He was the guy I told you earlier. Remember?” Cindy laughed, well then, I guess you knew each other, Ken nodded mockingly “yah, your name Is killerpatra right?” Kate’s eyes grows big, she was shaking with anger, but controlled it and has a time to return the tease “yah and you must be Alexstupid?” Cindy and Vincent laughed, “well then” added Vincent, “we will leave you two for a better conversation, don’t worry, Ken is a great Conversationalist”, Kate replied “Yah I’ve noticed he is a great nonsense conversationalist”. Then Vincent and Cindy went off to find a private spot. &lt;br /&gt;The two just set side by side, drinking, not even trying to stare at one another or try to talk, the two doesn’t know anybody on the bar, not even themselves, Ken hates to be bored so he initiated the conversation, “What’s your name?” Kate answered “Are you asking me? I thought you know.” “Nah it was just a joke, you like your name to be killerpatra? Just say it.” Ken replied. “Of course not, who wants to be, O.K fine, I’m Kate, you are? don’t tell me I got your right name.” Kate answered and laughed teasingly, “Nope, my names better than that, I’m Ken.” Then they stopped, silence was again in the place, though there was a loud alternative rock playing in the bar, It seemed to be so boring, Ken ordered a drink for two, gave the one to Kate, and asked her out to dance “Wanna dance?? I know you hate me but, lets make most of the moment, shall we?” Kate nodded, so they b*nged their heads to the beat, it was fun, they both enjoyed it and as they approach the bench Kate said “I thought you were stupid, hehehe, you know what I mean right.” “Yah I know, me either, I thought your stupid and at the same time a miserable girl to be with but your not that bad,” Ken replied. They chatted for a long time, about their personal stuff, they have fun, then suddenly Vincent and Cindy arrived, Kate asked “having fun?” Cindy replied “Always, hahahahaha, and the both of you?” Kate answered “Not that bad” “I’m gonna take Cindy home Ken, would you mind dropping Kate?” said Vincent, but Kate insisted, “I could walk you know, and I’m old enough to watch for myself.” Ken smiled, “see? She’s definitely fine.” Then drove off. As the car of Ken was out of sight Kate whispered to himself, how stupid to leave me here alone! the grin on Kate’s face was like terror in the night as he started to look for a cab, but then suddenly, Ken came back, laughed and shouted I’ll give you a lift. And he added “Its still early, wanna go around?” Kate replied, “What do you think of me? A merry go round?” “hahahaha, not much, just a little bit, smiling, she replied “Ok, lets go around.” Then the two left the bar, go around the town, watch for sceneries and talks stuff, then goes home, this is it. Kate said, Ken pulled over the car, waved goodbye and drove off like a rocket. Kate called Cindy, they chatted about the night, Kate told Cindy that Ken wasn’t that bad, he’s fine but he’s definitely not that gentleman kin the guy, and not either the serious type, but Cindy concluded, &lt;br /&gt;“Be careful Kate, you might fall for Ken, believe me, time will come you will.” They both said goodnight and turned off the lights and then sleep soundly. Ken didn’t go home yet, he was hungry so he took a midnight snack down the road, well it wasn’t that much, just enough to fill up his empty stomach, goes home, takes another shower and goes to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Ken woke up late, well, it was Saturday who cares, but then he knew it will just be another regular Saturday, he goes out, clean his car. He doesn’t go out much on Saturday he just played all day long on his computer, but then Vincent had another plan, well, they want to go to the beach and spend some time on a yacht. Ken hears the doorbell, well, it was Vincent and the two girls, Cindy and Kate, “Wow! Nice place you’ve got Ken!” Kate exclaimed in amazement, “thought it would be a less order, just like other males house’s and rooms are,” then ken replied “well not here, so what’s the hush Vincent?” “Wanna go sailing?” Vincent said, a smile ran down into Ken’s face, Vincent knew he would approve, he likes to do that stuff, “Hmmp. Let me think, how about mountain climbing up to the falls downtown? Won’t that be too much?” ken replied, “well, not for me, how about them?” Even before the two could ask the girls, they already nodded in excitement, then Ken ordered Vincent to get his tent, they might wanna spend the night in the falls. The girls were so excited, they jumped up, it was their first time for this kind of adventure, they never go out much to places which are not in urban areas. Ken prepared his stuff, Vincent prepared his, then off they set, it was a 2 hour drive and then a 3 hour walk, as they reach the falls, Ken suddenly rushed to the top of it, and then jumped down , seeing what Ken did Kate shouted out loud, she shivered, thought that Ken might die, then suddenly Ken rose up and was in Kate’s feet, she was shocked, she picked him up but pushed him back to the water saying “you really are a stupid guy, you could have died!” hearing the words Cindy teased Kate “whoa a little bit of concern will pour out a little bit of love Kate hahahaha, no worries, I just don’t wanna see a dead guy on the water I wanna swim at” Kate answered. The boys prepared lunch, then they took their lunch together rest a little and then goes out swimming, when the moon was making its way, Ken suggested to put up the tents if they wanna spend the night here or start walking back, but Kate insisted, “hey I wanna spend the night here!” so Ken just put up the Tents and after taking dinner, they go inside, Ken recognizes the situation and so as Kate does, the two of them have to be on one tent for Vincent and Cindy can never be separated. So they got in, putting a sheet of cloth in the middle as a borderline, as the night goes deeper, Kate couldn’t sleep, the noise of nature bothers her so much, she moves many times and irritated the soundly sleep of Ken and woke him up, Ken’s eyes were still half close and half open, but he managed to ask “can’t sleep?” Kate answered “yah I can’t, any advice? “yah I have one,” ken said, “and what is it?” she said, “guard me, and don’t move too much.”Ken replied, Kate picked up a pillow, and throw it on Ken’s face, “what are you doing?!” Ken exclaimed, “I couldn’t sleep, might as well disturb you, its unfair you know, you could sleep tight, I couldn’t.” Ken sat up, throws the pillow back to Kate, and said “try to sleep, I’m still tired” but then Kate threw back the pillow, so they started a pillow fight, teasing one another, and making fun of themselves, Ken, goes to the other tent, and asked Kate to throws water to Vincent and Cindy which are sleeping soundly but they are awakened by the cold water that Kate poured in their faces, Vincent Shouted “what!” Ken and Kate are outside, but Ken spoke up, “killerpatra here couldn’t sleep, disturbed me, so I asked her to disturbed you, she said it’s unfair if you could sleep soundly and she couldn’t!” Cindy throw a pillow to Kate, and then a pillow fight emerged between two groups, Ken and Kate, Cindy and Vincent, the sun shines , so the four took a bath in the falls, then prepared to go home, everyone was so tired and lacks some sleep that they couldn’t talk much on their way back, as they reach their cars, Vincent drove Cindy home, and Ken drove Kate home, as Kate goes off the car, and he waved back at Ken while pushing his long black hair, Ken feels a spark, a spark he long hasn’t feel, he likes Kate, but he thought it will just come to pass. &lt;br /&gt;As ken arrived home, he was bothered by that spark, so he called Vincent and asked information about Kate, Vincent answered eagerly to every questions that Ken asked. Then Vincent asked Ken “starting to love her?” after asking the question Vincent laughed, “may be, maybe not, I’m not sure, but I like her!” Ken replied. Then Ken hang up the phone, and went to rest. &lt;br /&gt;Weeks passed then Ken and Kate started to be close friends, they hangout together, with or without Cindy and Vincent, but then on that one single hangout they had, it was an overnight stay in the sea, a yacht, with the four of them, there is only one room, and a living room and dinning room was combined in the cabin of the yacht. They go swimming in the broad sea, no limits, all they could see was the shore, and the rest is plain deep blue sea, with the bright sky, and the wind blowing in their body giving it coolness. The sun waved goodbye, the moon shows up and the stars started to twinkle, they were talking a lot of stuff, personal stuff, jokes, experiences and they were all having fun, it was midnight, well they have to take a rest, but there was only one room, with a small bed which could only accompany two persons, Ken and Kate made way, they knew Vincent and Cindy would like to have a special something in the night. So the two just stayed in the living room, put a carpet on the floor and then turns on the television, Ken stared at Kate, Kate stared back, and shouted “what!?” “Nothing, I was just thinking if your going to sleep.” Ken said, “well I could sleep here, there’s no noise, but if only there’s a pillow,” Ken motioned Kate to come nearer to him, Ken’s back was on the sofa, and directed Kate to sit right next to him, then he put his arms around Kate, and softly directed her head to his shoulders as if making it as a pillow, Kate was shocked, and whispered softly “I thought you were not the gentleman kind of guy.” Then Kate slowly closed his eyes, as Ken continued watching the show on the Television. Then the night draws darker, Ken turned the television off, he sighed, Kate hears the sigh of Ken and asked “what is it?” “I couldn’t sleep if I cant lie down,” Ken replied. Upon hearing what Ken said, she motioned him to lie down, but Ken has no pillow, only the softness of the carpet’s cloth, and he couldn’t bear to hurt Kate’s head so he still makes his arms as pillow for Kate, but Kate motioned forward, making herself comfortable, he laid his head on to Ken’s chest and asked “do you mind?” Ken couldn’t do nothing but nod, but this time he was sure, He loves her. &lt;br /&gt;Ken watched Kate as he sleeps, his face, his skin, his lips, they were beautiful as he said to himself, he stared at her for almost an hour, but then Kate woke up, “something wrong?” she asked, “no, nothing.” then after he replied he puts his arms around Kate as if to hug her, Kate pays no mind, looks at him, and asked, “you seemed to be different, I like that.” They stared at each other, and then Ken kissed her cheeks, and whispers in her ear, “you’re beautiful.” Shocked by what she hear, she smiled, “thanks.” Ken sighs, he motion his head nearer to Kate, Kate’s eyes were wide open, their forehead has touched each other, then Ken approached Kate’s mouth, gently, slowly, and then a kiss, Kate was shocked, she was stunned, their lips are still attached, Ken’s eyes were closed, Kate’s was shocked, wide open but later on, she closed hers and kissed back, they kissed one another for a long time, it was like a romantic scene, his hands were in her neck, her arms were wrapped around his waist, both with closed eyes, kissing slowly, passionately, a breathtaking scene like it was in a movie, romantic, and special. &lt;br /&gt;The warm breeze of summer woke them up, and when Kate woke up, she smiled, looks at Ken, kissed her lips, with a smack, Ken woke up, hugs and kissed Kate, he whispers in her ear “I love you.” she was silent, he stared at her as if to wait for a reply, then she kissed him again, “;I love you, too.” and the day was special for the two of them, suddenly they hear a splash, it was Vincent, diving in water, then Cindy follows, they have woke up earlier than them, they must have noticed how they slept, Ken and Kate approached their friends and Cindy asked teasingly, “still Friends?” Kate smiled, replied “not anymore.” then she kissed Ken. Vincent rose up, “well then, that’s settled, how about a toast” as he opens the cooler, picks up a bottle of champagne, puts it in the wine glass, distributed it, taps the shoulder of Ken, and said “for a better relationship.” they all smiled and then they drank. &lt;br /&gt;It was time to go home, it was Sunday, they need to be home early, a mass will be held at 6, they gathered themselves and their things, packed up, and go home, now it was different, Ken and Kate doesn’t just waved each other goodbye’s they hugs and kissed each other before leaving. Ken was so happy, he drive the car like a crazy person let loose on a mental hospital, he goes home so happy, he dives to bed, he kept thinking of what had happened, he couldn’t think fully, Kate was all over his mind, Kate on the other hand, feels like floating on the floor of the house, she loved him, and now she knew what was bothering her lately, she smiled, and calls Ken, “Wanna go with me to the mass?” she said, “sure, why should I resist.” Ken answered, then an hour later, he picks up Kate, the two goes to the mass together, holding hands, the people around were nothing, it was like that they are the only one in the church, smiles, laugh covers their faces. After the mass, the two took dinner together, in the restaurant where they first met, where Ken assumed Kate’s name to be Killerpatra, the cashier and waiter recognizes them, then the waiter asked “whose order should I take first.” Kate laughed, “Ours.” She gently answered, then the waiter was shocked, “oh, I thought you would again be fighting for whose going to be first.” Kate and Ken laughed, the waiter smiled, and said “I guess, first impressions didn’t last.” Ken smiled back, and said “no. that first impression, was just the beginning.” &lt;br /&gt;Everyday, Ken would pick up Kate in her apartment, Kate is a nurse in the local, though they have different field, sweet talks in each other every time, they never get bored to one another, and when its 4 in the afternoon, after work has been finished Vincent and Ken would still play ball, but this time, with another 2 company, Cindy and Kate, their playmates would envy them, Kate and Cindy are so attractive, gorgeous and beautiful, one day, a visitor played with them, asked for Kate’s name, but Kate was so loyal, she didn’t gave her name, the guy was so aggressive that when Ken saw that he was forcing her to give her name, Ken come up to the rescue, introduced himself to the guy, the guy was jealous but he kept his cool, the guys hand were still in hold of Kate’s hand, Ken asked the guy to let it go, but the guy didn’t respond, the guy still waited for the name, Ken was angry, Kate hugs Ken, she was afraid of the eyes that stared at her, Ken punched the guy, and when two companions of the guy came, Vincent and the other playmates came to the rescue, it was going to be a fight, but the guy let loose, leave the place along with his companions. Kate was so happy, Ken hugged him tight and for once in her life she felt so much security. The four left, they dined in together, talking about stuff, and planning where their next outdoor activity would be, Cindy told everyone that she got promoted and is asked to manage the company business in Paris, Ken replied “what will become of Vincent?”, you’ll leave him here?” then Vincent answered “that’s what id like to talk about dude, I’m going with her, their company has given me the opportunity to be their salesman on internet as it would give them much lift in their profit if it would be sold throughout the web, we would like the two of you come with us.” Kate smiled, “I can’t, I have my job here and I’m devoted at it.” Ken smiled, and said “well then, I guess well have our separate ways dude, but call me alright? and maybe sometimes we’ll visit you in Paris.” “Well, that’s settled.” Cindy added, “We’ll be leaving in a week.” Time passes fast, the Vincent and Cindy are going to leave, Ken and Kate drove them to the airport, tears roll down the eyes of the four friends, they hugged each other tight, but they weren’t angry about one another, they knew that once an opportunity came they have to grab it, they promised one another to keep their communication, and then wave goodbyes. &lt;br /&gt;The two goes home, happy but a little bit sad, now only the two of them will go outdoors, Ken said “it only added your expenses living in that apartment, why not live with me in the house, I’m all alone in there you know, of course, why should I resist.” They went to Kate’s apartment, gathered her things to his place, now they seemed to be married but their not, every morning was different, and every night was wonderful, Ken feels great to have someone always at your side, days passed , days turns to weeks, weeks become months, months become years, their relationship was at the top, they still keep communicating to Vincent and Cindy, it was still like that they were on the same country, everything goes well, and everything was great. &lt;br /&gt;An invitation arrived, Kate was the one at home to pick it up, she was shocked, she waited for Ken and when Ken arrived she gave him the letter, Vincent and Cindy are going to get married in Paris, and they wanted for them to attend it, Ken immediately took care of the paper works, they need to be there at that special moment, everything was ready, they set out to Paris. As they arrived in the airport, Ken and Kate was welcomed by Vincent and Cindy, they hugged so tight, tears of joy rolls down their cheeks, it was long before they have each others presence, they have a little chit chat and then dinner, their experiences were great, Vincent told Ken how busy they were for the company and the wedding, Ken told Vincent how surprised they were, they headed to Vincent’s House, it was near a beach, so beautiful that it could take the view of the sunset in the evening, and gentle breeze of the sea in the morning that would seem to wake them up each passing day. Ken said “great place, hmmm. Nice, wonderful, romantic.” Vincent showed them their rooms, it was well furnished, then they set out, going out to bars and stuff, the wedding is in two days, and each passing day they spend it wisely, doing what they did when their together, spending happy moments. It was the last day for Vincent to be single, Vincent was on the terrace watching the dark sky, Ken approached him, saying “beautiful isn’t it? congratulations, I know you will be a good husband and father.” Vincent replied, “Surely bro, I will. When are you planning to marry Kate?” “I don’t know, I just want it to be perfect, maybe next year.” Ken said. The two best friends hugged each other, and went to their rooms. The wedding starts, it was so great, the ceremony was so blessed, it was breathtaking, like that of a fairy tale. Kate’s eyes shed a tear, she was so happy, and she wonders when she’ll be married, and will it be Ken to be her husband, Ken broke up his silence and whispers in her ear, “I love you, will you marry me?” Kate replied, “I love you, too, of course ill marry you. Are you serious?” Ken smiled, he added “of course I am. I wanna be wed when we got home, and then well just send two invitations here.” Kate answered “sure but why wait we could have it today or tomorrow.” “I want it to be special, and I want the restaurant where we first meet to host us, and the church where we first both go to mass to be the place where we will be wed.” Ken answered. Tears fall on Kate’s eyes, she hugged him so tight as if not to let loose and then they pay attention to the ceremony, the party was great afterwards, drinks, food, and everything was so perfect. Two days later it was time to say goodbye, the two has to go home, works will be piled up on their desk if they return in some other time. So goodbyes were again said. And Ken told Vincent he had a surprise for him, but they will only know it once they are back at home. Vincent was so excited of what it was gonna be. &lt;br /&gt;The plane flew up the blue skies, Vincent and Cindy went home, and so are Ken and Kate hopefully. On the plane Ken felt something bad, he wasn’t sure of what he was feeling, it was bad, he felt insecure, so he hugged Kate so much, but the feeling remains, hours passed, still something bothers him. There is something wrong, but he doesn’t know, he told her, but she couldn’t understand, she hugged him tight again, he kissed her and told her “I love you, without you I will never have known what love really means, you saved me from the ditch of a broken heart, for how many times I have loved someone, and got hurt a lot, but now it seems my heart was never broken, you shaped it perfectly as it was. Every moment of this single life, every memory I have with you, though if I have to live or leave right now, right here, wherever I will be, I will always love you.” The city was already seen, their home was near but then suddenly, bang! The tail of the plain blew off, it was on fire, panicked by the people around, the stewards tried to calm them down, a boy was crying, her mother was crying, everyone panicked, a door was opened everyone tries to grab a parachute, thinking that it is enough but one parachute got away, it was dropped by a boy looking for her mother, Ken and Kate helped the stewards and the crew of the plane saving the lives of many, then the captain and his crew on the driver seat ejected themselves up, the stewards themselves jumped off, the plane was about to blow, Kate and Ken was about to jump, even with only one parachute they would share it thinking it could carry the load but they were wrong, for there was no other parachute left, the one that got away was supposed to be Ken’s but it was too late. They jumped off, Ken noticed as he ejected the parachute that one of them has to let go, Ken hugged her tight on mid air, kissed her and whispers in her ear “I will always love you. Id rather die, than to live without you by my side,” Kate whispered sadly “NO!”, knowing that Ken was thinking but it was too late, Ken let go, Kate hold on his hand, never to let loose, Ken shouted to let go, but still she hold on, ken punched her abdomen, it caused so much pain that she let go, Ken waved goodbye. Kate’s vision turned to grey as the parachute landed, the boy and the mother found each other, Rescue team and ambulance dashing on the road, Ken’s body was found, dead, pale, Kate’s breath was cut short, she couldn’t move, not an inch, not a single voice she could hear, tears flooded his cheeks, but there was nothing she could do. &lt;br /&gt;Vincent and Cindy heard what happened they rushed back home, to their real home, they comforted Kate, but even the pain for them was too hard to bear, Kate cried on the funeral. There was so much tears in that death. &lt;br /&gt;Kate didn’t left the place, she stayed strong, even in every angle of that street, that town, that restaurant, Ken was in her sight, but now nothing, only memories, moments they had, so little, yet so special. She makes Ken as an inspiration on her job being a nurse, dedicating and risking even her own life just to save another precious being, but what she lost was too much for her to handle, just when she found love, the person that gave it to her died, but the feelings was still there, only the presence was lost. &lt;br /&gt;= = = the end = = =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-9028256014833166761?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, &lt;br /&gt;but this chain letter is for real. &lt;br /&gt;When Anne Wichert&lt;br /&gt;got it for the first time, &lt;br /&gt;she ignored it and a week later the love of her &lt;br /&gt;life dumped her for no good reason so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE&lt;br /&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;and just send the stupid letter!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovers of the Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to form &lt;br /&gt;a more perfect kiss, &lt;br /&gt;enable the mighty hug to promote &lt;br /&gt;to whom we please &lt;br /&gt;but one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 1: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statement of Love: &lt;br /&gt;The Kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the ears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just playing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anywhere else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not get carried away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand on your waist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you to much to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 2: &lt;br /&gt;The Three Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys &amp; Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 3: &lt;br /&gt;The Commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not squeeze &lt;br /&gt;too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not ask for a kiss, &lt;br /&gt;but take one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall kiss &lt;br /&gt;at every opportunity&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Remember *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peach is a peach &lt;br /&gt;A plum is a plum, &lt;br /&gt;A kiss isn't a kiss &lt;br /&gt;Without some tongue. &lt;br /&gt;So open up your mouth &lt;br /&gt;close your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;and give your tongue &lt;br /&gt;some exercise!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few reasons &lt;br /&gt;why guys like girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will always smell good &lt;br /&gt;even if its just shampoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way their heads always &lt;br /&gt;find the right spot on our shoulder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute they look when they sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ease in which they fit into our arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they kiss you and &lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden everything &lt;br /&gt;is right in the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute they are when they eat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they take hours &lt;br /&gt;to get dressed &lt;br /&gt;but in the end &lt;br /&gt;it makes it all worth while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are always &lt;br /&gt;warm even when its minus 30 outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they look good &lt;br /&gt;no matter what they wear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they fish for compliments &lt;br /&gt;even though you both know that you &lt;br /&gt;think she's the most &lt;br /&gt;beautiful thing on this earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute they are when they argue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way her hand always finds yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel &lt;br /&gt;when you see their name &lt;br /&gt;on the call ID &lt;br /&gt;after you just had a big fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she says &lt;br /&gt;"lets not fight anymore" &lt;br /&gt;even though you know that &lt;br /&gt;an hour later.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they kiss when &lt;br /&gt;you do something nice for them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they kiss you &lt;br /&gt;when you say &lt;br /&gt;"I love you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ... &lt;br /&gt;just the way they kiss you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they fall into your arms &lt;br /&gt;when they cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the way they apologize &lt;br /&gt;for crying over something that silly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they hit you &lt;br /&gt;and expect it to hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the way they apologize &lt;br /&gt;when it does hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even though we don't admit it)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they say &lt;br /&gt;"I miss you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you miss them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way their tears &lt;br /&gt;make you want to &lt;br /&gt;change the world &lt;br /&gt;so that it &lt;br /&gt;doesn't hurt her anymore..... &lt;br /&gt;Yet regardless &lt;br /&gt;if you love them, &lt;br /&gt;hate them, &lt;br /&gt;wish they would die &lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;know that you would die &lt;br /&gt;without them ... &lt;br /&gt;it matters not. &lt;br /&gt;Because once in your life, &lt;br /&gt;whatever they were to the world &lt;br /&gt;they become everything to you. &lt;br /&gt;When you look them in the eyes, &lt;br /&gt;traveling to &lt;br /&gt;the depths of their souls &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;you say a million things &lt;br /&gt;without trace of a sound, &lt;br /&gt;you know that your own life &lt;br /&gt;is inevitable consumed &lt;br /&gt;within the rhythmic beatings &lt;br /&gt;of her very heart. &lt;br /&gt;We love them for a million reasons, &lt;br /&gt;No paper would do it justice. &lt;br /&gt;It is a thing not of the mind &lt;br /&gt;but of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;A feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Only felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chain started in 1887. &lt;br /&gt;It is a love chain letter. &lt;br /&gt;In an hour you are &lt;br /&gt;supposed to send it to &lt;br /&gt;25 people. &lt;br /&gt;It is easy, just look into &lt;br /&gt;chat rooms and find them. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;br /&gt;send it to 25 people in 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;Now here &lt;br /&gt;comes the fun part. &lt;br /&gt;You then say &lt;br /&gt;the name of the person &lt;br /&gt;you like or love &lt;br /&gt;and then the person will say &lt;br /&gt;"I love you," &lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;"Will you go out with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO JOKE!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW &lt;br /&gt;THE CONSEQUENCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences are: &lt;br /&gt;If you break the chain letter, &lt;br /&gt;you will have bad luck &lt;br /&gt;in future relationships. &lt;br /&gt;If you don't &lt;br /&gt;break the chain, &lt;br /&gt;then you will be a &lt;br /&gt;happy camper!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CoNgRatULaTioNs! &lt;br /&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been chosen &lt;br /&gt;to participate &lt;br /&gt;in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONGEST &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKIEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chain letter on the Internet! &lt;br /&gt;Once you read, &lt;br /&gt;this letter you must &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMEDIATELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meaning within the hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be sent to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people &lt;br /&gt;After you send it, &lt;br /&gt;make a wish &lt;br /&gt;and it will come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAY NOT WAIT &lt;br /&gt;FOR A CERTAIN TIME &lt;br /&gt;TO SEND IT........ REMEMBER, &lt;br /&gt;IT MUST BE SENT &lt;br /&gt;TO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WITHIN 1 HOUR, &lt;br /&gt;OR &lt;br /&gt;YOUR WISH WILL NOT COME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If THIS &lt;br /&gt;CHAIN LETTER &lt;br /&gt;IS CONTINUED UNTIL &lt;br /&gt;THE YEAR 2004, IT WILL BE PLACED IN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUINNESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE CONTINUE IT NOW!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DO NOT PASS THIS ON, &lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING BAD OR WORSE &lt;br /&gt;WILL HAPPEN TO YOU: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORE PEOPLE &lt;br /&gt;YOU SEND THIS TO &lt;br /&gt;THE MORE LUCK YOU WILL &lt;br /&gt;HAVE IN YOUR LOVE LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;IF YOU BREAK &lt;br /&gt;THE CHAIN LETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IT HAS BEEN GOING SINCE 1887) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL HAVE &lt;br /&gt;BAD LUCK &lt;br /&gt;WITH YOUR LOVE LIFE &lt;br /&gt;FOR SEVEN YEARS. &lt;br /&gt;THIS IS &lt;br /&gt;NO &lt;br /&gt;JOKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-1118350046836649604?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Flavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The farmer was known in the barrio and in the whole kingdom as a wise man. In time, he earned the appellation as the wise farmer. He never wentto school but he had a native wisdom. His reasoning and logic were much admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        One day, the wise farmer accidentally found a ruby stone as big as a cashew nut. He did not know where to return it so he decided to hold on to the precious stone. He knew the matter of the loss would soon be publicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        True enough, a proclamation was made announcing the loss of the ruby of the Emperor. The stone was part of the royal crown.The decree included a handsome reward if the finder returned the stone within 30 days. Beyond that period, the holder would be beheaded. The wise farmer heard the decree but decided to return the stone on the 31st day. Facing the Emperor, the wise farmer bowed his head and handed the ruby to its rightful owner. "Did you not hear my decree limiting the return within thirty days for the handsome reward?'' roared the Emperor.&lt;br /&gt;        "And that beyond that period meant death?''&lt;br /&gt;        "Yes, your Highness,'' answered the wise farmer meekly. &lt;br /&gt;        "I heard the proclamation on the first day. But I decided to return the ruby on the thirty-first day for a definite reason. If I returned it within the thirty-day period, you may say I did so out of fear. I returned it today and I did so because of my God who taught me to be honest.''&lt;br /&gt;        "Blessed be your God,'' exclaimed the Emperor. "Now you have to show me your God otherwise I am compelled to execute you.''&lt;br /&gt;        "Very well,'' said the wise farmer, "I will do it at high noon tomorrow, your Highness.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        At exactly midday at the palace porch, the Emperor and his court summoned the wise farmer. "Now show me your God,'' he commanded. &lt;br /&gt;        "Your Highness please gaze directly at the sun above for five minutes and you will see my God.'' The Emperor and the whole court looked up. But after a few seconds, everyone's eyes smarted with great pain.&lt;br /&gt;        "I cannot do it!'' exclaimed the Emperor. &lt;br /&gt;        "In that case, you cannot see my God,'' explained the wise farmer. "If you cannot gaze at the brilliance of the sun, then you cannot look to the splendor of God.''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        The Emperor was insulted by the words of the wise farmer. "For this I should have you beheaded immediately. But for returning the ruby I will give you a fair chance to be saved by your God. I will put two pieces of paper in a box. On one will be written the word Guilty' and on the other, 'Innocent.' Whichever you pick is your verdict.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The wise farmer knew that both pieces of paper would bear the word "Guilty.'' It was the Emperor's way to make sure he was beheaded. It was also a way to discredit his God. The court attendant brought the box to the wise farmer who picked one piece of paper. Quickly he placed the paper in his mouth and swallowed it.&lt;br /&gt;        "Why did you do that?'' screamed the court attendant. &lt;br /&gt;        "Now how can we determine your verdict?''&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;       "Very easy,'' replied the wise farmer. "Just look at the other piece of paper remaining in the box. Whatever it says is the opposite of what I picked and swallowed earlier.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court attendant retrieved the slip of paper from the box and read out, "Guilty!'' Which proved that the wise farmer was indeed innocent.&lt;br /&gt; __________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "When they hand you over, do not worry about what you will say or how you will say it. When the hour comes you will be given what you are to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        For it is not you who will speak; but it will be the Spirit of your Father in you" (Matthew 10:19-20).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        "The Lord is the salvation of the righteous; in time of distress, he is their refuge" (Psalm 37:39)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-2014306768461329610?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. 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It was the first day in school. I was hurriedly entering the school gate when I bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious Volvo. The books you were holding fell all over the ground. I quickly picked up the books and returned them to you along with words of apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating look. My first impression of you was thatyou were a wilful girl born with a golden sthingy in the mouth. I had rejected you completely and had hoped not to meet you again, but surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;*March 22*&lt;br /&gt;I started to know more about you as days passed and my opinion of you changed for the better on each passing day. I realised that you were from a wealthy family but definitely not a wilful girl. You were nice and friendly. You got angry that day we first met because I had left a footprint marking on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met often during lunch break and I found something in you that was different from the rest of the girls - your passion for Chinese poetry. Often you would mumble something to yourself. Initially, I thought that you were humming a pop song but&lt;br /&gt;later I realised that you had been reciting Chinese poems from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed indeed.&lt;br /&gt;*April 5*&lt;br /&gt;I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading the Chinese classics "Romance of the 3 kingdom". Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me with admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;*May 5*&lt;br /&gt;From then on, we would often meet in the study area to discuss about the good and bad things of the character in these Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when we a! lmost br oke off because we could not agree on whether Jia BaoYu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we still met in the study area and laughed over the incident. After which, another argument started.&lt;br /&gt;*Aug 7*&lt;br /&gt;I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify accurately. Wenever you laughed over a joke with other guys, that emotion filled my senses. It took me a while before identified it. I was in love; the feeling was jealousy. I felt the need to express it. But, I was afraid...that you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be stuck in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship would crumble...therefore, I kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 1*&lt;br /&gt;The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I learnt that you had fainted in the canteen. I was struggling to keep my worried face in control as I looked at the ambulance that carried you away.&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 2*&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced that you had got cancer. As she finished her last sentence, outside the classroom, it seemed to me that the drizzle had turned into a downpour. I could only hear the sound of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see you immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour, showing no trace of red. I learnt that you had just undergone an operation. The life-support system was just beside you with tubes piercing mercilessly into your left wrist. "I am all right, it is just a serious case of anemia. Believe me, my parents told me that". you said convincingly. I knew fully well what you were thinking, you did not want me to be worried. "Are you comforting yourself or comforting the fears and hopelessness that was written all over my face?", I thought to myself. I was not strong enough to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced smile. You responded with a smile too-with gre! at effor t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 5*&lt;br /&gt;It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day. I felt an impulse to express my love. I walked over to the side of your bed, holding your hand. I told you the story of how an ordinary guy fell in love with a girl who likes poetry and Chinese classics. As I told my story, my eyes started to flood with water, and uncontrollably my voice started to choke, and finally I broke into tear But you held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said: "I understand such a love, so did the girl." I returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped, and for the first time, I saw some redness on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 26*&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH to continue my story. When I reached there, I only saw the nurse arranging the bed you once slept on. When I asked about you, the nurse told me expressionlessly that you had passed away. It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood motionless for a long time. I hated myself for spending the last few days preparing for the last examination paper. I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I visited you. I hated myself so much...but you were gone...... I can't remember how I got home that day. When I woke up, I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet. The next day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your father that on the day you passed away, you were still reading the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday. Standing in front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they were used up on the day of your death. All I knew was sadness, my heart was like shattered into pieces and died.&lt;br /&gt;*Jan 2*&lt;br /&gt;A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like poetry, but she likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she replied: "What talking you." Yes, you were gone. But to me, the seat is still unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it......&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story that happened 10 years ago!!!! Now then Can fully understand what the author means by "A PERSON WILL KNOW WHAT IS PAIN ONLY WHEN HE HAS BEEN THROUGH IT...." To cut the whole story short...jus wanna tell u pple that.....&lt;br /&gt;IF U TRULY LOVE THAT SOMEONE... JUS GO RIGHT UP TO HIM OR HER OR GIVE A PHONE CALL RIGHT NOW TO SAY "I lUV U " AND EXPRESS YOUR FEELINGS FOR THAT PERSON B4 IT'S TOO LATE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A Guy would rather shed blood than shed tears but that's because he has yet experience sadness. The moral of the story is to treasure your love ones coz they might not be always around. Share this story to those you cherish most and let them feel their "presence" are important as they are part of our lives too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-4670160019417268053?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…&lt;br /&gt;“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t”&lt;br /&gt;“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;“No… I am going to meet a friend…”&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all. He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…&lt;br /&gt;Then one day… &lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I …&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…&lt;br /&gt;Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jin…&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Here…take this…&lt;br /&gt;Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What’s this?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…”&lt;br /&gt;Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”&lt;br /&gt;That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday&lt;br /&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll. &lt;br /&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don’t need it.&lt;br /&gt; Jin: What….why…&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry” He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…&lt;br /&gt;Honk~ Honk~&lt;br /&gt;With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted… But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;“Jin, move!” HONK~!! “Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how he went away from me. That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…&lt;br /&gt;“One…two… three…” That was how… I started to count the dolls…&lt;br /&gt;“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…” It all ended with 485 dolls.&lt;br /&gt;I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~, I love you~” I dropped the dolls,shocked.&lt;br /&gt;“I….lo..ve…you??” I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~ I love you~” It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the one that I was missing so much…&lt;br /&gt; “Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…&lt;br /&gt;For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-6115511222926723969?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went there&lt;br /&gt;&gt; because I was curious what was this euphoria about&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the world's youngest&lt;br /&gt;&gt; saint whose job is to grant people's wishes? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; So I went with friend Lyn and I must admit the life&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of the little child,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Therese, intrigued me. It turned out she was a child&lt;br /&gt;&gt; who wanted to serve&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her God more than anything else in the world. Thus,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in every chore that&lt;br /&gt;&gt; she did: even watering the plants, she performed it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; like it was for her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; master. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt; p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Since all her siblings were Carmelite nuns, she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; became a nun herself,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the youngest (12?) to be allowed inside the conven&lt;br /&gt;&gt; t.. So we're talking&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of a pure 'uncorrupted soul'. And then she died. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; But she left a journal (suggested reading!) which&lt;br /&gt;&gt; contained all her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; thoughts about God, love and life. Since then she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; became the saint who&lt;br /&gt;&gt; grants all wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Believe it or not, my wish was granted! Not because&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I said a novena but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; knowing about her life and reading her works&lt;br /&gt;&gt; inspired me and made me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; more patient and persevering. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; According to religious beliefs, St. Therese was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; known as: 'The Little&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Flower'. Whenever you ask for intercession to her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for a miracle, she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; will send you a rose in one form or another when the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; miracle has been&lt;br /&gt;&gt; granted. You may smell roses, receive a rose by&lt;br /&gt;&gt; visual means, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; REMEMBER to make a wish before you read the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; That's all you have to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; do. There is nothing attached. This is a powerful&lt;br /&gt;&gt; novena. Do not break&lt;br /&gt;&gt; this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts&lt;br /&gt;&gt; we receive. There is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no cost but a lot of reward. Let's continue praying&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for one another. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Make a wish before you read this poem.... (Did you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; make a wish?) If you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; don't make a wish, it won't come true. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; May today there be peace within. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; May you trust your highest power that you are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; exactly where you are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; May you not forget the infinite possibilities that&lt;br /&gt;&gt; are born of faith. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; May you use those gifts that you have received, and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pass on the love&lt;br /&gt;&gt; that has been given to you. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; May you be content knowing you are a child of God. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow&lt;br /&gt;&gt; your soul the freedom&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to sing, dance, and to bask in the sun. It is there&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for each and every&lt;br /&gt;&gt; one of you. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Send this to 7 People within the next 5 min. and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; your wish will come&lt;br /&gt;&gt; true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-461372143439125765?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly.' &lt;br /&gt;'This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ.' &lt;br /&gt;'Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers.' &lt;br /&gt;'Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day.' &lt;br /&gt;'Invade their driving moments with billboards.' &lt;br /&gt;'Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes..' &lt;br /&gt;'Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives. ' &lt;br /&gt;'Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night.' &lt;br /&gt;'Give them headaches too! ' &lt;br /&gt;'If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to look elsewhere.' &lt;br /&gt;'That will fragment their families quickly!' &lt;br /&gt;'Give them Santa Claus to distract them from teaching their children the real meaning of Christmas.' &lt;br /&gt;'Give them an Easter bunny so they won't talk about his resurrection and power over sin and death.' &lt;br /&gt;'Even in their recreation, let them be excessive.' &lt;br /&gt;'Have them return from their recreation exhausted.' &lt;br /&gt;'Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on God's creation. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies instead.' &lt;br /&gt;'Keep them busy, busy, busy!' &lt;br /&gt;'And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences. ' &lt;br /&gt;'Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus.' &lt;br /&gt;'Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause.' &lt;br /&gt;'It will work!' &lt;br /&gt;'It will work!' &lt;br /&gt;It was quite a plan! &lt;br /&gt;The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get busier and more rushed, going here and there. &lt;br /&gt;Having little time for their God or their families. &lt;br /&gt;Having no time to tell others about the power of Jesus to change lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the question is, has the devil been successful in his schemes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the judge!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Does 'BUSY' mean: B-eing U-nder S-atan's Y-oke? &lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on, if you aren't too BUSY! &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;Do You Love Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-8143902836892443111?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened.  It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good.. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Remember.... .Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My instructions were to pick four (4) people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you. Please pass this to at least four (4) people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The Prayer: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and those that I care deeply for, who are reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace. Where there is need, I ask you to fulfill their needs. Bless their homes, families, finances, their goings and their comings. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(If the Lord lays upon your heart to send this to more than four '4' people, you are truly blessed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-9168931549315093732?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Being wed is the height of insanity, the most ludicrous commitment, the totally illogical decision any human being can fall into. Tell me. Why will I commit myself to be with one woman for the rest of my life and thereby reject 3.2 billion other females in the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Along the way, I'll meet a girl who'll be more beautiful, or more intelligent, or more charming, or sexier, or holier! So, why nail myself down to one choice permanently and suffer the agony of watching beauties pass by me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         And in western countries, one out of two marriages end up in divorce. That blows my mind. That's a pathetic 50% failure rate! I won't buy a car , a stereo, a shaver, or even a nail clipper if there's a 50% chance that it'll conk out on me. I simply won't ! And why stay with one person "in sickness or in health, in riches or in poverty, till death do us part "? Is my mind fried? If my shirt shrinks on me because I eat too many Big Macs, don't I just throw it away and buy an XL? And if I outgrow my ancient 386 computer, don't I just look for a 200 PENTIUM II PC? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        And then there's the catastrophe some call kids. I mean, do I really want to wake up in the middle of the night to entertain a self-centered, bald, toothless tyrant in diapers? Do I really want little rampaging monsters to break the most expensive furniture in my house? Do I really want juvenile creatures to stay on the phone for six hours straight, listen to noise they call music that you believe came directly from hell, and mope around uncommunicative, catatonic, and depressed because another demented juvenile creature (called boyfriend) hasn't called for the past thirty minutes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Why should I go through the torture? Marriage is insanity. On the 11th of this month, I celebrate my 32nd birthday. And on that same day, I commit myself to insane living. Marowe Lopez is her lovely name, the one person I choose out of 3.2 billion females. Yes, we will have tiny tyrants that will wake us up at night, little monsters that will destroy our house during playtime, and creatures from outer space called teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Why? Because of three reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        FAITH. We believe that God calls us into marriage. And if he calls us there, that means He'll be there to meet us. We will suffer all things, just let us be with our God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        HOPE. We confidently expect the best blessings mmeasurably much more than all the hardship. God will bless us beyond our wildest dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        LOVE. Oh yes, there will be other females who'll be more beautiful, or more intelligent, or more and more that. But they'll only be just that: females-like flowers in the field of a million hectares of flower fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        But not this woman-My Marowe, the one beautiful flower I have personally chosen, personally picked from her roots, personally planted in my own clay pot, personally watered every day, and personally loved every day. Because of my love for her, there will be no one like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In my heart, she will eternally be the most beautiful flower of them all. Because in the end, there will only be faith, hope, and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        And the greatest of these is LOVE ... &lt;br /&gt;        - on marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-6580676561083876211?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SON:  "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; DAD:  If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SON:  "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; SON:  "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Are you asleep, son?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.50you asked for." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do remember to share that Rs.100 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family &amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *PLS READ WITH FAITH. This is an awesome prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *Believe it and you shall be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The problem with many of us is that we don't believe that God will open a window and pour out blessings that we won't have room to receive them. I dare anyone to try God. He is true to His word. God cannot lie and His promises are sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Three things will happen to you this coming week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (1) You will find favour with someone you don't expect;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (2) You will be too relevant to be ignored;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (3) You will encounter God and you will never remain the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My prayer for you today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The eyes beholding this message shall not behold evil, the hands that will send this message to others shall not labor in vain, the mouth saying Amen to this prayer shall laugh forever. Remain in God's love as you send this prayer to everybody on your list. Have a lovely journey of life! Trust in the Lord with all your heart and He will never fail you because He is AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you truly need a blessing, continue reading this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Heavenly Father, most Gracious and Loving God, I pray to you that you abundantly bless my family and me. I know that you recognize, that a family is more than just a mother, father, sister, brother, husband and wife, but all who believe and trust in you. Father, I send up a prayer request for blessings for not only the person who sent this to me, but for me and all that I have forwarded this message on to. And that the power of joined prayer by those who believe and trust in you is more powerful than anything. I thank you in advance for your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Father God, deliver the person reading this right now from debt and debt's burdens. Release your Godly wisdom that I may be a good steward over all that  You have given me Father, for I know how wonderful and mighty you are and how if we just obey you and walk In your word and have the faith of a mustard seed that you will pour out blessings. I thank you now Lord for the recent blessings I have received and for the blessings yet to come because I know you are not done with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In Jesus name, I pray. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-79753654218207615?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a natural motivator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be in a good mood." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him about six months after the accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "..the paramedics were great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude, after all, is everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two choices now: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Delete this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Forward it to the people you care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the choice I made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-940694703263426497?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;-IN the next 6 days you will meet someone that may possibly become one of your closest friends, if you send  this in 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;APRIL = PIMP &lt;br /&gt;-APRIL means that your really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;-Stubborn and hard-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;-Strong-willed and highly motivated.&lt;br /&gt;-Sharp thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;-Attracts others and loves attention.&lt;br /&gt;-Deep feelings.&lt;br /&gt;-Beautiful physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;-Firm Standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;-Needs no motivation.&lt;br /&gt;-Shy towards opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;-Easily consoled.&lt;br /&gt;-Systematic (left brain).&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to dream.&lt;br /&gt;-Strong clairvoyance.&lt;br /&gt;-Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;-You know how to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;-Sickness usually in the ear and neck.&lt;br /&gt;-Good imagination.&lt;br /&gt;-Good physical.&lt;br /&gt;-Weak breathing.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves literature and the arts.&lt;br /&gt;-Hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;-High spirited. &lt;br /&gt;-if you send this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak too much in the next 4 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY = SEXY &lt;br /&gt;-Suave and compromising. &lt;br /&gt;-Funny and humorous. &lt;br /&gt;-Stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;-Very talkative. &lt;br /&gt;-Calm and cool&lt;br /&gt;-Kind and sympathetic. &lt;br /&gt;-Concerned and detailed. &lt;br /&gt;-Loyal. &lt;br /&gt;-Does work well with others&lt;br /&gt;-Very confident.&lt;br /&gt;-A great kisser.&lt;br /&gt;-Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;-A very good/awesome girlfriend/boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;-Amazing Smile.&lt;br /&gt;-Positive Attitude. &lt;br /&gt;-Thinking generous.&lt;br /&gt;-Good memory. - bawal ang pork...bawal ang beans &lt;br /&gt;-Clever and knowledgeable. &lt;br /&gt;-Loves to look for information. &lt;br /&gt;-Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. &lt;br /&gt;-Able to motivate oneself and others. &lt;br /&gt;-Understanding. &lt;br /&gt;-Fun to be around. - &lt;br /&gt;-Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. &lt;br /&gt;-Super sexy&lt;br /&gt;-Extremely hot but has brains. &lt;br /&gt;-If you send  this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye will introduce himself/herself and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;JUNE = CUTIE &lt;br /&gt;-Loves to chat.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves those who love them.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to takes things at the center.&lt;br /&gt;-Inner and physical beauty.&lt;br /&gt;-Lies but doesn't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;-Gets angry often.&lt;br /&gt;-Treats friends importantly.&lt;br /&gt;-Brave and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;-Always making friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Very easily hurt but recovers easily.&lt;br /&gt;-Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;-Opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;-Does not care to control emotions.&lt;br /&gt;-Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;-Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;-Fun to be around. &lt;br /&gt;-hates studying.&lt;br /&gt;-in need of "that someone".&lt;br /&gt;-longs for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;-rebellious when withheld or restricted.&lt;br /&gt;-lives by "no pain no gain" caring.&lt;br /&gt;-Nympho-and an awesome lover too&lt;br /&gt;-Outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;-Hyper. &lt;br /&gt;-If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye will introduce himself/herself and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;JULY = PORNSTAR &lt;br /&gt;-outgoing personality.&lt;br /&gt;-takes risks.&lt;br /&gt;-feeds on attention.&lt;br /&gt;-no self control.&lt;br /&gt;-kind hearted.&lt;br /&gt;-self confident.&lt;br /&gt;-loud and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;-VERY revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;-easy to get along with and talk to.&lt;br /&gt;-has an "everything's peachy" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;-likes talking and singing.&lt;br /&gt;-loves music.&lt;br /&gt;-daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;-easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;-Hates not being trusted.&lt;br /&gt;-BIG imagination.&lt;br /&gt;-loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;-always a suspect.&lt;br /&gt;-playful.&lt;br /&gt;-mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;-"charming" or "beautiful" to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;-curious.&lt;br /&gt;-independent.&lt;br /&gt;-strong willed.&lt;br /&gt;-a fighter. &lt;br /&gt;-send in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month. &lt;br /&gt;AUGUST = THUG &lt;br /&gt;-You a strait up "Gangsta"&lt;br /&gt;-Attractive personality.&lt;br /&gt;-Very! 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Loves to talk a lot!&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to get their way!&lt;br /&gt;-Unbelievable kisser!&lt;br /&gt;-Easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;-Able to cheer anyone up and make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-Very stubborn in the most way possible!&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to get noticed!&lt;br /&gt;-Willing to take risks for others.&lt;br /&gt;-Makes good choices.&lt;br /&gt;-Has a great fashion sense!&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe a little too popular with others * wink wink*.&lt;br /&gt;-Outgoing and crazy at times!&lt;br /&gt;-Intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;-Can love as much as possible!&lt;br /&gt;-Hates insults. Loves compliments!&lt;br /&gt;-A very big flirt! Trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;-Appreciative and returns kindness.&lt;br /&gt;-The best in bed out of ANY of these months!! &lt;br /&gt;-If you send this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your new love in 8 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER = FREAK IN BED &lt;br /&gt;-Loves to chat.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves those who love them.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to takes things at the center.&lt;br /&gt;-Great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Inner and physical beauty.&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;-Gets angry often.&lt;br /&gt;-A meaningful love life partner.&lt;br /&gt;-Treats friends importantly.&lt;br /&gt;-Brave and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;-Always making friends.&lt;br /&gt;-It is all about love and fairness.&lt;br /&gt;-Easily hurt but recovers easily.&lt;br /&gt;-Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;-Horny but does fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;-Opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;-Does not care to control emotions.&lt;br /&gt;-Knows what to do to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;-Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;-Someone to have close to you.&lt;br /&gt;-Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. &lt;br /&gt;-send in 5mins and find true romance in 3 days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER =PERFECT    &lt;br /&gt;-Trustworthy and loyal.  &lt;br /&gt;-Very passionate and dangerous. &lt;br /&gt;-Wild at times. &lt;br /&gt;-Knows how to have fun.  &lt;br /&gt;-Sexy and mysterious.  &lt;br /&gt;-Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent&lt;br /&gt;personality.   &lt;br /&gt;-Playful, but secretive.   &lt;br /&gt;-Very emotional and temperamental sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-Meets new people easily and very social in a group.&lt;br /&gt;-Fearless and independent.&lt;br /&gt;-Can hold their own&lt;br /&gt;-Stands out in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;-Essentially very smart. &lt;br /&gt;-If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.  &lt;br /&gt;-send in 5 mins &amp; you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER = GORGEOUS &lt;br /&gt;-Loyal and generous.&lt;br /&gt;-Patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;-Competitive in everything.&lt;br /&gt;-Active in games and interactions.&lt;br /&gt;-Impatient and hasty.&lt;br /&gt;-Ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;-Influential in organizations.&lt;br /&gt;-Fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;-Easy to talk to, though hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;-Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know.&lt;br /&gt;-Easily influenced by kindness.&lt;br /&gt;-Polite and soft-spoken.&lt;br /&gt;-Having lots of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;-Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;-Active mind.&lt;br /&gt;-Hesitating, tends to delay.&lt;br /&gt;-Choosy and always wants the best. &lt;br /&gt;-send this in 5 mins &amp; you will find true love at 11:00 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER = LOVER &lt;br /&gt;-Active and dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;-Decisive and haste but tends to regret.&lt;br /&gt;-Attractive and affectionate to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;-Strong mentality.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves attention.&lt;br /&gt;-Diplomatic.&lt;br /&gt;-Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;-Brave and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;-Adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;-Loving and caring.&lt;br /&gt;-Athletic.&lt;br /&gt;-Suave and generous.&lt;br /&gt;-Usually you have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;-Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;-Hasty.&lt;br /&gt;-Good memory.&lt;br /&gt;-Moving, motivates oneself and others.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to travel and explore.&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. &lt;br /&gt;-if you send this in 5 mins, your admirer will ask you for a date in 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000392795648728358-7211136544081147362?l=wordstarstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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