tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80487693524525559632024-03-13T01:07:42.633-07:00Tears of HappinessIts all about My Life, My Heart, My Breath, My Move.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070261131842426896noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048769352452555963.post-9520719998733594842016-03-25T11:35:00.000-07:002016-03-25T11:35:08.865-07:00Tears Of Happiness<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Tears Of Happiness</h2>
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You must believe when 1 dor of joy closes, many other door will open shortly; however as often as possible we look so long at the close portal that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.<br />
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A considerable measure of people miss their offer of delight, not because they never found it, but instead in light of the fact that they didn't stop to value it.<br />
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The main tears you ought to cry are tears of euphoria at the purpose of achievement, never from falling flat or surrendering.<br />
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Workmanship is a standout amongst the most eminent and flawless foundations that ever was framed for the progression of bliss, and the general great of humankind, making, in every one of its assortments, widespread kindheartedness and thoughtful affection.<br />
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Genuine satisfaction is not around a major chuckle or tears of euphoria. It's around a straightforward grin at whatever point you recall that somebody who made your life basic yet totally HAPPY.<br />
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Indeed, even one day lost in hopelessness is an extraordinary misfortune, for the day will never return again. You lose 24 hours of Happiness, Joy and Bliss. Experience every day in Happiness.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070261131842426896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048769352452555963.post-18641114736800519472012-07-17T02:59:00.000-07:002016-03-25T11:23:02.153-07:00No Matter What!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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datang dengan membawa sececah harapan untuk ku....</div>
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dan mewarnai kembali hidupku....</div>
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pada saat itu pun kau merayu ku...</div>
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dan aku bertanya kepada diriku (apakah ini mimpi?)<br />
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aku semakin menyayangimu...</div>
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Tapi sekarang kenapa sikap mu berubah kepada ku?..</div>
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aku rindu saat-saat itu :(</div>
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aku rindu canda tawa mu...</div>
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In an old house in the Ozarks there lived an old woman and her dead son. Every night the old woman would make dinner and the two would dine. And every night the old woman asked her dead son, “How was your day?”<br />
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And her dead son would tell her whatever she wanted to hear. “Good. I watched the birds outside my window.”</div>
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And the old woman would smile and remark, “You always loved birds.” And the two were happy. Mostly. For at the very back of the old woman’s old mind there was always this crafty little doubt. Like a demon it would whisper to her, you’re crazy.</div>
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And at the worst of times it would say even darker things. Things no old woman should hear.</div>
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Until one night as they sat eating, the old woman no longer wanted to hear that her son had a good day. For the little doubt told her that real sons have bad days sometimes. That living sons need friends. And so this night her dead son said, “I am bored here. I want a wife.”</div>
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To which the old woman replied, “No. Absolutely not.” And she hurried into the kitchen, angry.</div>
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From the dining room her dead son called to her, “We’ll live here with you.”</div>
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“You’ll leave me again.”</div>
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“No, I won’t. Mom… please. Don’t you want grandkids?”</div>
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The old woman did want grandkids. Even though her dead son lived with her, she still sometimes felt alone. “You still love me, Simon?” the old woman asked.</div>
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“Yes,” her dead son laughed. “Of course.”</div>
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The old woman walked back into the dining room and kissed her dead son. “I’ll go into town tomorrow. See what I can do.”</div>
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The next day the old woman sat on the side of a busy highway. She had a flat tire and looked very sad and helpless. Soon a truck pulled up and the driver asked the old woman, “Can I help you?” But the driver was a man and that would not do.</div>
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“No,” said the old woman. And off he drove.</div>
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Soon after a car pulled up and the driver asked the old woman, “Can I help you?” The driver was a woman. But she had dark skin and tattoos and that would not do.</div>
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“No,” said the old woman. And off she drove.</div>
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Finally, a van pulled up and the driver asked the old woman, “Can we help you?” And although the driver was a man there were five youngsters in the back—two males, three attractive females. Simon can have his pick, thought the old woman.</div>
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As the youngsters changed the old woman’s tires, the driver introduced himself as Tommy. Proudly he told the old woman, “I’m the youth pastor at Red Oaks Christian Church. This is our youth group—Kirsten, Monica, Andrea, Chris and Aaron. They’re great kids.”</div>
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“Sure are,” agreed the old woman. Kirsten’s the prettiest. “Thank you so much.”</div>
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“Happy to help,” said Tommy.</div>
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“Come back to my place. Let me make y’all dinner.”</div>
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“You don’t need to do that.”</div>
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“Actually, we probably ought to keep going. We’re doing what we call a Destination Unknown trip. We draw a distance and a direction out of a hat, go there and see how the Lord can use us in that community.”</div>
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Well, ain’t that something, thought the old woman. She had not made it to church in a long time, but she knew about God and heaven and how when you die you go there to sing praise songs unto God forever and ever.</div>
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“Just trying to share His love” said Tommy.</div>
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“Bless your heart. I don’t suppose– ? No…”</div>
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“My yard’s a mess. My son just doesn’t help out around the house anymore.”</div>
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“Yeah, we can help you with your yard work.”</div>
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This made the old woman smile.</div>
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Soon the youngsters and Tommy were hard at work in the old woman’s yard, mowing and weeding, weeding and mowing. The old woman busied herself making poisoned lemonade. Her dead son sat in his room, watching the volunteers through his window. I’m sure he’ll choose Kirsten, thought the old woman. He certainly should.</div>
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“Everyone,” she called, carrying a tray of cups and lemonade outside. The youngsters hurried over to get a drink. Except for Tommy, who continued to pull weeds. “You too, Tommy.”</div>
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The old woman frowned. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. She would have to act quickly. She hurried back inside to get a knife. But Tommy would be stronger than her. “Simon,” the old woman called. But her dead son did not emerge from his room.</div>
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The old woman hurried back outside. Several of the youngsters had already collapsed to the ground. Kirsten was coughing. Luckily, Tommy had his back turned, still weeding. The old woman walked as quickly as she could over to him. Kirsten tried to call out to warn him, but she couldn’t stop coughing. She grabbed the lemonade tray and slammed it against the old woman’s old house. It made a loud clang. Tommy turned.</div>
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He looked at the old woman, standing before him with the knife.</div>
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Fear filled Tommy’s face. The old woman swung at him. The knife hit Tommy’s shoulder, cutting deep. He got to his feet, running away from the old woman, running toward his youth group.</div>
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“Simon!” the old woman yelled.</div>
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Tommy looked at his kids, all collapsed on the ground, and hurried into the house.</div>
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Tommy pulled out his cell phone. It had no signal. He ran to the other end of the house then stopped, seeing the old woman’s dead son standing at his bedroom window. “Please, you have to help us,” Tommy pleaded with the dead son.</div>
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He was losing blood. The old woman had hit an artery. Tommy stumbled toward the dead son. “Please, Simon.” He touched the dead son’s arm. No reaction. He touched the dead son’s head. Still nothing. He turned the dead son around to face him. The dead son was expressionless. His unblinking eyes stared at Tommy. And then Tommy collapsed, all out of blood.</div>
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The old woman walked in. “Thank you, Simon,” she said.</div>
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One by one, the five youngsters awoke. They were lying in a row in the basement, their hands and feet tied behind their backs. The old woman and her dead son stood looking at them. “Which one do you want?” she asked.</div>
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“That one,” her dead son replied, pointing at Kirsten.</div>
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“I knew it. She’s the prettiest.”</div>
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The other youngsters turned to look at Kirsten, who began to weep. “Don’t worry, dear,” said the old woman. “You’ll love Simon.”</div>
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But Kirsten did not stop weeping until the old woman sliced open her throat.</div>
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Soon Kirsten lay naked on the old woman’s work bench. Now, the other youngsters were weeping. They wept as the old woman removed Kirsten’s guts. They wept as the old woman attached fake clay muscle to Kirsten’s bones. They wept as the old woman reconnected Kirsten’s bones with metal wires. They wept as the old woman reattached Kirsten’s flesh. And they wept as the old woman gave Kirsten new, shiny glass eyes.</div>
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“We will be very happy together,” the dead son told the old woman.</div>
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This made the old woman smile.</div>
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Every night the old woman would enter the basement to bring the four youngsters a plate of noodles and a dish of water. Then she would make dinner and dine with her dead son and his dead wife. And every night the old woman asked them, “How was your day?”</div>
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And they would tell her whatever she wanted to hear. “Good. You can expect grandkids soon.”</div>
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And the three were happy. Mostly. For at the very back of the old woman’s old mind there was always this crafty little doubt. Like a demon it would whisper to her, he’ll leave you.</div>
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It would whipser—real couples don’t want to live with their mother-in-law. Living couples need space.</div>
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And now, more frequently than before, it whispered even darker things.</div>
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This has happened before.</div>
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Until one night, the old woman’s dead son said, “Mom. We need to talk.” And the old woman was very afraid.</div>
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This has happened before.</div>
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“Kirsten and I feel our children would be happier in a more urban setting. Where there’d be other kids around.”</div>
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He’ll leave you. He’ll leave you again.</div>
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“What are you saying?” asked the old woman, trying to stay calm.</div>
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He’s got a new bitch and he doesn’t love you and he’ll leave you again.</div>
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“We’re moving out,” said her dead son.</div>
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“No,” said the old woman. “You said you’d live here with me.”</div>
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“You lied to me!” yelled the old woman.</div>
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The old woman hurried into the kitchen and grabbed her knife.</div>
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“Mom,” said the dead son, scared.</div>
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You killed him.</div>
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You killed your own son.</div>
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“You can’t leave me!” yelled the old woman. She plunged her knife into her dead son. But he did not react. It was as if he was—</div>
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Your son is dead and you killed him.</div>
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Your son is dead and you killed him and now you’re alone.</div>
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—and again!</div>
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The old woman stumbled into the basement, weeping, carrying her knife. She grabbed onto one of the youngsters and wept on his shoulder. The youngsters were confused. They could not understand.</div>
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“I’m alone,” said the old woman. “I’m alone.”</div>
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“If you let us go, we’ll keep you company,” replied one of the youngsters.</div>
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The old woman stopped weeping for a moment. And she thought to herself, they’ll be my grandkids. And this made her happy. But the crafty little doubt whispered—</div>
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They’ll leave you. Just like Simon did.</div>
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“Would you leave me?” asked the old woman.</div>
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“No,” agreed the youngsters.</div>
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Lies. They lie.</div>
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“Yes you will,” said the old woman. She put her knife to the first youngster’s throat and fear filled his face.</div>
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“Don’t,” pleaded the youngster.</div>
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Do it.</div>
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The old woman hesitated. The youngster shut his eyes. Trying to calm himself, he began to sing a praise song unto God, “What can wash away my sin?”</div>
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Do it.</div>
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And slowly the other youngsters joined in</div>
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Do it.</div>
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The old woman sliced the first youngster’s throat. But the others kept singing.</div>
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“What can make me whole again?”</div>
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The old woman sliced the second youngster’s throat. But the others kept singing.</div>
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The old woman sliced the third youngster’s throat. But the others kept singing.</div>
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“Oh precious is the flow…”</div>
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The old woman sliced the last youngster’s throat.</div>
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In an old house in the Ozarks there lives an old woman and her dead grandchildren. Every night after dinner, they sing praise songs unto God.</div>
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Forever and ever.</div>
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And the old woman is very happy.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070261131842426896noreply@blogger.com2Missouri, USA37.1822028 -92.51586939999998534.8732243 -95.853474399999982 39.4911813 -89.178264399999989tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048769352452555963.post-18662775180214653442011-12-12T11:54:00.000-08:002016-02-20T15:01:18.235-08:00Father Mother Daugther and the Maid. !!!<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: white;">this house has been the site of a group suicide and has been left empty for decades since. this house was once the home of a small family: father Mother daugther and the maid.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">something unusual happened in this house. the maid could feel it when she had just moved work here, to look after their daugther. and she also came across something that should not been know about the daugther. that the daugther was not the real daugther of this couple but she was the orphan that this couple had adopted. the maid also knew that the couple used to have their own child before, named alrena. but before the maid learnt more about this family, shes was killed.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">the step daugther also did not know that the couple (her parents whom she stayed whit) had their own child before and she and she often saw a long-hair girl during the night time. and... where's alrena, the real daugther of the couple?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">alrena was born in 1947 severely disabled. the couple raised her for some time but knew so that she must have been suffering and would never have a good future. so the couple poisoned her and put her dead body into the safe, putting the code as alrena's birth year. ever since, that room has been locked and no one has ever been in there.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">time went by and the couple adopted child but they never Forget what they had done in the past and were some time still confronted whit... alrena. finally that family ll decided to commit suicide.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">but alrena's spirit is still there in the house.... she has grown up... she has not been dead.....as she wanted to live</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070261131842426896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048769352452555963.post-43615767391266319692011-12-10T23:54:00.000-08:002016-03-25T11:23:02.160-07:00You're Always on My Mind<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Even when you are away... Thoughts of you are always in my mind... I Love You! <br />
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A day without you is like a day without sunshine... Thinking of You!<br />
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You and me <br />
Were meant to be;<br />
In my dreams, and in my heart<br />
We have something that can't be torn apart;<br />
Dreaming of you, makes my night worth while<br />
Thinking of you, makes me constantly smile;<br />
Something tells me that your the one<br />
Whenever I'm with you, we have so much fun;<br />
Having you is the best thing ever<br />
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Having you is what i want forever;<br />
Til the end of time<br />
You will be mine;<br />
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I love you my sweet heart, your one of a kind<br />
Because your always on my mind.<br />
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if we are a part of one another i am your finger and you are my lung without you i just cease to breathe though you can carry on<br />
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I was staring on my cellphone and wondering what is the best words to express how i feel but i couldnt find one because u have occupied my mind all the time...all that i know is, im thinking of you<br />
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Laying in my bed, rethinking those thoughts that are running through my head. loving every moment i'm around you. its just like a wonderful fairytale come true..<br />
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" Thinking of you in time of need must mean your the one thing they need "Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070261131842426896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048769352452555963.post-54421575371979952832011-12-10T23:30:00.001-08:002016-03-25T11:23:02.163-07:00For Friendship...!!!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same.<br />
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A friend should be one in whose understanding and virtue we can equally confide, and whose opinion we can value at once for its justness and its sincerity.<br />
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A friend to all is a friend to none.<br />
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A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.<br />
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A friendship founded on business is better than a business founded on friendship.<br />
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A hug is like a boomerang - you get it back right away.<br />
But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.<br />
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Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.<br />
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Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anythingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070261131842426896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048769352452555963.post-34544125707794511762011-12-10T21:49:00.000-08:002016-03-25T11:23:02.158-07:00Dear God<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Malam selalu malam yang membuat aku merasa sendiri dalam sunyi,sedih, air mata pun tanpa sengaja menetes.dan lalu menyebut kembali namamu Tuhan Pemilik Semua Kehidupan.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Flashback about kejadian hari ini minggu kemaren dan tahun2 yang lalu,senang sedih bahagia semua itu adalah bagian dari kehidupan .dan aku mensyukurnya.untuk orang yang pernah menyakitiku,mengecewakanku dan memberikan beban yang menghimpit dadaku,aku sudah memaafkannya dan melupakannya dan aku pun berharap jika ada orang yang tidak sengaja aku sakiti, dapat memaafkanku juga^</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Aku hanya orang biasa,tidak selamanya aku menjadi pribadi yang sangat baik,sometime arus kehidupan memaksaku untuk menjadi tidak baik,but dengan komitmen hidup yang aku pegang, Semoga aku selalu berada selalu di jalan-Mu Tuhan,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lihat Tuhan aku tegar,kuat dan akan selalu optimis menjalani hidup ini meskipun air mata dan curahaan hatiku padamu terlampau banyak dan sendiri dalam sunyi ini aku memohon kembali padaMu Tuhan tentang semua inginku..!?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070261131842426896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048769352452555963.post-29600020288875528372011-12-07T11:22:00.000-08:002016-03-25T11:23:02.156-07:00I Love You<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">I NEVER REALLY KNEW YOU YOU WERE JUST ANOTHER FRIEND BUT WHEN I GOT TO KNOW YOU I LET MY HEART UNBEND I COULDN'T HELP PAST MEMORIES THAT WOULD ONLY MAKE ME CRY I HAD TO FORGET MY FIRST LOVE AND GIVE LOVE ANOTHER TRY SO I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING I JUST HAD TO LET YOU KNOW AND IF YOU EVER WONDER WHY I DONT KNOW WHAT I'LL SAY BUT JUST REMEMBER ONE THING I LOVE YOU<a name='more'></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "tahoma";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="I Love You" border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizddQYFbw747CwdNtzmE3PV9Bef0jmjQnUebhMGjmwdZkF95nYAg-dFu8kcVyO0SN5kdJcUibiBq9vkaJmEXK1Tcpadw3DpoKWswMFiJ0W3LPCc_D79gf4a_aa9CLskmWxs26eBRsr_dsL/s320/i-love-you.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="I Love You" width="320" /></td></tr>
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizddQYFbw747CwdNtzmE3PV9Bef0jmjQnUebhMGjmwdZkF95nYAg-dFu8kcVyO0SN5kdJcUibiBq9vkaJmEXK1Tcpadw3DpoKWswMFiJ0W3LPCc_D79gf4a_aa9CLskmWxs26eBRsr_dsL/s1600/i-love-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">when i first saw yo i was afraid to meet you when i first met you i was afraid to kiss you when i first kissed you i was afraid to love you but now that i love you im afraid to loose you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">You may never know how important you are to me or how much I care for you, but you are and you will always be. Bear in mind that I couldnt afford to lose someone I've learned to care about so much.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">I love you, not because of what you have but because of what I feels.. I care for you, not because you need care but because I want to.. I'm always here for you, not because i wan't you to be with me but because i want to be with you...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">You are the sun in my day, the wind in my sky, the waves in my ocean, and the beat in my heart. All my dreams came true the day that I met you. I Love You! You are the sunshine of my life! Thanks for brightening my world with the warmth of your Love... You are the fire that burns the passion within my soul. I love You with all my heart... I want to be your arms, I want to feel your touch, I want your lips on mine, I need you very much.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpwHTC5L21bkASSxq8GQcvmlBED2sQrMWDbznJfiGeUEDeAdWoxx1pl2rQtXKdEZEnBRig_ZPCI9aSggQzUIGMuj1AH1pJKXYjvqEKnq7ZGJiRHZI_gD3fXDWGUQ8UlP4Lbl8JTnZnM4-/s1600/381915_166204773477780_100002647752172_275036_140168190_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">there is many things we do and we dont know why we do them! like lying to the one you really care about and didnt plan to loose. it seems like only yesterday when i had you in my arms now your gone with someone new, and it hurts to know that i lost you forever! if only i can tell you how much i love and how much i wanna have you in my arms once more! but thats something i can never do cuz i would not want to hurt your new love. i took you for granted and now i have to live with it. i cry myself to sleep everynight thinking of what could of been, and it hurts when i think that im never gonna find out. all i can say is that im sorry and i wish you the best but when i say that im wishing you the best it kills me inside cuz what im really wishing for is to have you once more!!!</span></h4>
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";">All days are nights to see till I see thee,<br style="text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.<a name='more'></a></span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">Can miles truly separate you from friends.... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">How like a winter hath my absence been<br />
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!<br />
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!<br />
What old December's bareness everywhere!</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">Within you I lose myself...<br />
Without you I find myself<br />
Wanting to be lost again.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">Gone - flitted away,<br />
Taken the stars from the night and the sun<br />
From the day!<br />
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: "mountains of christmas";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-left;">No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.</span></span></li>
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