.....AND LIFE CHANGED!!!!

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see

The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

It was late night, around 10pm. A young lady (Thea) was looking uneasy at the strain station. She was waiting for the last train to arrive, when she heard her phone rang. It was her brother. The line was suddenly cut off when she answered, and the phone did not ring again. The lady waited for a call back, but her phone did not ring. She sat on the bench, holding her phone. She was definitely uneasy and paranoid. She was looking around, looking for a phone loading station, but since was already late, the stalls were already closed. She had no choice but to wait till the train comes and wait till she gets home.

A young lady at her late 20's approached her. She was very sincere. She asked what was wrong. The lady looked at the stranger's eyes and said “nothing”. But the other lady was just so sincere and wanted to help.
She took out her cell phone from her shoulder bag and handed it to Thea. The helpful lady said, “ Here’s my phone, it has extra load, you can make a call.” “ is it ok?” said Thea. “ Yeah” she said, looking directly into her eyes. Then Thea, in a very shy manner, slowly dialed a number and talked w/ someone on the phone. A smile was on her face. “Thank you so much, you took my worries away.” “No worries girl, It was not me who took your worries away, it was HIM.”

The next Sunday, Thea went to church. Cried to God and thanked God for His faithfulness to her.

Christianity can be shared at any time at any place. Sharing God’s love and touching hearts are things that can fulfill us as sons and daughters of God.

his name was Keisuke. my one true love. I saved his life once, from my ex best friend Brooke. Brooke and Keisuke dated and loved each other but they broke up and no one was told why. both Keisuke and Brooke wanted to comit suicide but my friend and I stopped them both.Ari (my friend) stopped Brooke and i stopped Keisuke, Brooke disappeared for a while and no one knew where she went. Keisuke fell in love with me and i fell for him the same way. We dated for a few days when Brooke came back and apologized to me but she said she never wanted to talk to Keisuke again. me and Keisuke hid our love from Brooke because we knew she would be mad but a few hours later Brooke found out and told me we weren't best friends anymore. this was the second time i lost her over Keisuke, i blamed Keisuke without thinking, i think about it know and it brings tears to my eyes. I left that morning without saying goodbye to him because i was angry. i never said i loved him, or i was sorry or said goodbye and now i wish i had. I came home and he wasn't there, i called his name but he never answered. But Saeko another friend of ours, a close friend, cam to me with a note. she had tears in her eyes and she was shaking all over. i read the note and dropped on my knees. i didn't have the energy to scream becaue the energy and colour drained out of me. Keisuke had killed himself..he slit his wrist and stabbed himself in the stomach so he bled to death. Brooke found out he was dead and said she didn't care, that was what made me crack, i grabbed a knife and slit my own wrists the same way my love had done. i wanted to die with him the same way, i wanted to see him aain. to say i was sorry and i loved him, i wanted to kiss his warm lips once more and hold on to him tight. but it never happened. i passed out a while after i'd cut my wrists but woke up in hospital. Saeko saved my life because she knew Keisuke would of wanted me to live for both of us. I was his angel, his dark angel with black wings and a broken halo, but he saw me as an angel. nothing dark. he was my sun, he would rise every morning and watch over me throughout the day. I let him slip away like he was nothing, but to me he was everything.

Saeko and I are still really close friends. Brooke has gone missing again but i don't really have enough patience to care much more. I still miss Keisuke every day and i still dream of him. he was my one true love and i would give anything and everything to have him back. To see him smile again and call me his angel..

The college professor had just finished explaining an important research project to his class. He emphasized that this paper was an absolute requirement for passing his class, and that there would be only two acceptable excuses for being late.

Those were a medically certifiable illness or a death in the student's immediate family.

A 'smart' student in the back of the classroom waved his hand and spoke up. "But what about extreme sexual exhaustion, professor?"

As you would expect, the class exploded in laughter. When the students had finally settled down, the professor froze the young man with a glaring look.

"Well," he responded, "I guess you'll just have to learn to write with your other hand."

A man calls a company and orders their 5-day, 10 lb. weight loss program.

The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous, athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign around her neck.

She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company.

The sign reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me."

Without a second thought, he takes off after her.

A few miles later huffing and puffing, he finally gives up.

The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens.

On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 lbs. as promised.

He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program.

The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning and beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.

She is wearing nothing but Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you catch me you can have me."

Well, he's out the door after her like a shot.

This girl is in excellent shape and he does his best, but no such luck.

So for the next four days, the same routine happens with him gradually getting in better and better shape.

Much to his delight on the fifth day when he weighs himself, he discovers that he has lost another 20 lbs. as promised.

He decides to go for broke and calls the company to order the 7-day/50 pound program.

"Are you sure?" asks the representative on the phone. "This is our most rigorous program."

"Absolutely," he replies, "I haven't felt this good in years."

The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds a huge muscular guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck that reads,"If I catch you, you are mine!!!"

He lost 63 pounds that week.

Take me to a dream
That I never dreamed of,
To a place so beautiful
That we can stay for eternity,
A dream that seems to be
More real than real life
A dream of no problems or worries.

Take me to a dream
A place for just the two of us,
Where we can express our inner
most thoughts, feelings, and emotions,
To a beautiful land where nobody
Is there but just the two of us.

Take me to a dream
A dream where I can have fun,
Where I am not being fused or abused at
Controlled or being yelled at,
To a beautiful place that I can lay at
In peace where I can think at,
Where I will have no worries
and do nothing but dream.

Take me to a dream....

There is a boy
who has caught my eye.
I smile at him
every time he walks by.

He looks at me,
then looks down.
He says hi to me
while staring at the ground.

I start to shiver;
my heart beats fast.
My legs feel like jell-o;
it's nothing like the past.

I had never really known him;
he was just another guy.
But all that changed
when he first said hi.

Now, everything was different;
I no longer felt that way.
I found myself thinking about him
every single day.

We never really talk;
it seems like he doesn't want to.
He sometimes keeps to himself;
I don't know what to do.

Every night,
I stay up late.
Wondering how long
I'll have to wait.

I like him a lot;
my feelings are strong.
I can honestly say
they have been all along.

Like the Touch of Rain

Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
and will not open again.

Some say they see love dying,
The colors of passion in battle like a sunset
Wounded, wailing and lights flickering,
Flames blown out by the mouth of darkness
As the curtains of night rise with the tide
But I?

I say that love is a sunrise,
Colors like tears falling from eyes,
Warmth like the press of your lips on my flesh
And upon loves birth, when the sunrise fades,
It has the day to enjoy until the sun sinks beneath the waters,
And its ending fades in vivid hue,
While hope hangs onto the coming morning dew. .

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance.

Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

How sad it must be to go through life with a whole untouched heart

Clothing was strewn about her bedroom in disarray. The normally organized jewelry box was a tangle of earrings and necklaces, the wash-cloth which had taken her make-up off was tossed on the sink, smeared with red streaks of blush that had since been reapplied. Her foot slipped back and forth between the gas and the brake. It wouldn't do to be pulled over. She'd heard the cops in this area were anal for the law. Fifty-five… what was that? Sixty-five was acceptable, when she was in a bad mood. Her friends teased her about having a lead foot. Her car had battle-scars in it, which she'd made fun of in the many letters she'd written. Some were to friends, some were to family, but Drew was neither. She'd met him through a pen-pal service fluke, two Americans whose paths accidentally crossed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought to herself as she pulled into the parking lot. It wasn't raining, but the day was slightly overcast and smelled of springtime and newness. "This is something that I would yell at other people for doing. There's still time to get out of this." She stepped out of the car and headed toward the airport. Then she heard Michael's voice, from a long time ago. His lengthy courtship culminated with him down on one knee with an open ring box and sweet words of love. Finally the day came, and they were in the church ready to tell the world and God that they were husband and wife. It was like something dreams were made of. She'd fled that day, though, said she couldn't go through with it. She couldn't stop those ill-formed syllables from coming out of her mouth. "I can't be your wife," she said simply, and that was the end of it. That had eventually broken them up, his patience had finally run out. He wanted more out of life, more than an affair. She deserved better than that and he knew it. "You can't stand on the side of life and stick your toe in… either wade in waist-deep or don't go in at all- it's really your choice."

That seemed like years ago. Now, the mechanical voice came over the loudspeaker of the crowded terminal announcing the arrival of Flight 218, nonstop from New Orleans. Laurie sat up at the revelation, waiting for a gate number. She tossed her empty Styrofoam cup in the trash and wiped her moist palms on the legs of her jeans. "Relax, Laurie," she told herself, "There's nothing to be nervous about." But she was more than nervous. She was terrified.

Earlier that morning, she'd spent hours washing and brushing her long hair, the color and sheen of which made it her most prominent feature. She wanted to look put together, but not overdone. Her black glossy mane was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck and held in place with a fluffy white bow. She couldn't seem to unwind… her sleek body was coiled up like a spring. One could have bounced a quarter off her nerves.

Drew had been her friend and confidante, there for her laughter and tears. Maybe it would have been better if she hadn't gotten so personal with him, but she was looking for a void to fill. It had been a long time since Michael. There was a bit of a tan line on her finger still, a light stripe from the sun tattooing her hand as he had left his own imprint on her heart. "Drew isn't Michael; he won't hurt me," she reminded herself. "I couldn't have prevented what happened. What if he doesn't like the way I look? I couldn't stand that. What if this changes things? If I'm too short? Too tall? Not his type?"

She tried to stroll nonchalantly but almost tripped over the strappy sandals she'd bought in an effort to look cute. "Shouldn't have worn these," she chided herself, the buckle cutting at her ankle. She didn't know how she was going to pick him out of a crowd. He'd told her to expect the unexpected. She wasn't sure what he meant.

Laurie was almost clutching the rail she was so nervous. She watched a Manson-type rocker with a non-biodegradable blond on his arm. Behind him was a heavyset lumberjack type, smelling faintly of whiskey and the mountains. She wondered what kind of business he had in New Orleans. He didn't seem the type to sit on a muggy porch drinking java as the city reluctantly came to wake. The flight attendant offered to wheel the next client off the plane, but he smiled pleasantly and declined. He was handsome, with a strong muscular jaw and twinkling eyes. It was too bad about the chair.

She walked over to the flight attendant and asked if she could point out Drew Jacobs to her. She nodded toward the man in the wheelchair and when she glanced back at him, he smiled. She wanted to run. He wasn't her Prince Charming. She didn't think the chair would fit on the back of a horse. "Umm… Drew?" Why hadn't he told her in all those letters?

"Hey baby, wanna wrestle?" he jested, his eyes laughing. He kissed her hand and told her he'd been looking forward to meeting her for the first time. And suddenly, she wasn't nervous about her looks anymore.

Two lonely cranes sail through the crimson light,
In silhuoette
And landed,
More graceful than a ballerina's grace.

He nudged her head affectionately,
She kissed him.
He slowly caresses her arm,
She began exploring the gentle curve of his neck...
trailing kisses...
here...
and
there...

He whispered a sweet melody into her ear,
She bubbled with joyous laughter.

Two bodies entwine before the glowing sunset.
Driven by passions they began to call each other's name.
Faster and faster,
Sweating with rapid, heavy breathing,
Both trying to match the desires for each other.

And then a whirring object slice through the blood red sky.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Seems like eternity.

He fell to the ground with a heartbreaking thud.
Looked into her dark lovely eyes now swimming in tears,
So beautiful...

With the last of his effort
He gave her a sweet caw:

I love you my love,
You were the reason of my very existence.
Until death do us apart.

Fly my love, fly into the heavenly sky.
One day, we shall meet again.
And this time, not even death can do us apart.
He smiled serenely,
Fighting to keep his increasingly heavy eyelids open.

And then a wail...
Deep...
Long...
And scorching...
As if something was dying of a heart wound.

The sun is sinking in the horizon,
Silently weeping as her life-giving arms retreats.

She turned to the sky,
And flew as her lover commanded.
Oh my brave one...
Flew higher
And higher
And higher
And higher
Her graceful arms never a moment faltering.

Oh how peaceful it is up here...
The stars are slowly twinkling away from their daylight shyness.

And she swooped down.
Flew lower
And lower
And lower
And lower
Suddenly into the rock beside her beloved.

She gave him a sweet caw:

Do not leave yet, my love
I am coming too.
She kissed him.

The hunter slowly emerged from the forest,
Bow in one hand and a rope in another.
He kneel down in front of the lovers.

Looks up into the bittersweet sky, and see
Just as the sun's final rays descends into complete darkness.
Just as the two lovers hurry to catch the chariot into perpetual happiness.

He shook his head sadly
As he tied both cranes.
Tonight, his family won't starve

One night a guy and girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it.
" Without your love, I would die."

I met my one true love when I was in college hence at that time we were just classmates/schoolmates and was not attracted to each other. Time flies, after 10 years we had communication, exchanging messages to each other but didn’t push through to a more serious relationship.

I was surprise one day when he sent me a message online asking how am I and if we could meet to chat. I then decided to give it a try anyway it’s been a long time that he’s been trying to probe his feelings to me. We started going out learned about each other’s past. Both of us are in a relationship a few years back. But now both of us are happy, enjoying each other’s company.

He courted me, treated me the way I really dreamt of and felt his love all the time that we were together. It was the first time I felt this way to a person and was loved in return. We were so happy, we have plans for the future, laugh at it and he even suggests to save and get married. I was so excited when I heard those to him. But sometimes good things come to an end.

He just walked away with me without saying a word, I waited for him to come back, swallowed my pride and tried to reach out but he doesn’t replied to my message and ignored my calls. I just want him to know that I loved him so much and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

After 15 years of waiting we just end up like that and now he has a family of his own. It never came into my mind that he will tie a knot to any girl coz all I want from him is his commitment. Thou I don’t have regret in loving him even in the simplest way; he just didn’t give me a chance to prove to him how much he mean to me. He just can’t wait for me since I still have a lot of dreams to be fulfilled and responsibilities to attend to.

One by one, I achieved my goals hence the consequence of those are not having you forever. I understand what happened to us and I will always will… Take care cheesecake, you will always be my Dee forever…

It’s Mee (Hot Choco)