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Does Love need a Reason...??

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 23:28:49 -0700

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Some people never understand

Once a lady when having a conversation with her lover, asked:

Lady :

Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?

Man :

I can t tell the reason.. but I really like you..

Lady :

You can t even tell me the reason... how can you say you like

me? How can you say you love me?

Man :

I really don t know the reason, but I can prove that I love U.

Lady :

Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!

Man :

Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,

because your voice is sweet,

because you are caring,

because you are loving,

because you are thoughtful,

because of your smile,

because of your every movements.

The lady felt very satisfied with the man s answer.

Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and went in comma.

The Guy then placed a letter by her side,

here is the content:
Darling,Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your care and concern that I like you..Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your smile,because of your every movements that I love you..

Now can you smile? Now can you move?No, therefore I cannot love you...

If love needs a reason, like now,There is no reason for me to love you anymore.

Does love need a reason?

NO!Therefore,
I still LOVE YOU...

"True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away"

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

'Fate Determines Who Comes Into Our Lives, But Heart Determines Who Stays...'

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THIS IS HOW WE MISS OUT SOMETHING CALLED "LIFE"

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 01:21:32 -0700

strong foundation

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the
bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child
collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.

QUESTIONS :
1. What were the five words ?
2. What is the implication of this story?

ANSWER :
The husband just said "I am with you Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point
in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step". Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are
actually not as difficult as you think.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship,
in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out something called L.I.F.E

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6 Weeks, 6 Months and 6 Years

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Wed, 14 May 2008 04:33:37 -0700

Dating process:

6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.
6 months : Of course I love U.
6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?

Back from Work:

6 weeks : Honey, I'm home.
6 months : BACK!!
6 years : What did your mom cook for us today??

Gifts:

6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring.
6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room.
6 years : Here's the money. Buy yourself something.

Phone Ringing:

6 weeks : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.
6 months : Here, for you.
6 years : PHONE RINGING.

Cooking:

6 weeks : I never knew food could taste so good!
6 months : What are we having for dinner tonight?
6 years : AGAIN!!!!

Apology:

6 weeks : Honey muffin, don't you worry, Ill never hold this against you.
6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again.
6 years : What's not to understand about what I just said??

New Dress:

6 weeks : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress.
6 months : You bought a new dress again???
6 years : How much did THAT cost me?

Planning for Vacations:

6 weeks : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you please sound??
6 months : What's so bad about going to Istanbul on a charter plane?
6 years : Travel? What's so bad about staying home???

TV:

6 weeks : Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?
6 months : I like this movie.
6 years : I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself

Isn't it true?:D

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simple story of true love and care

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Fri, 02 May 2008 00:54:20 -0700

Ice age

Let me share to you a story sent by my great friend, Shie. At first, when i saw its title ( the same title I have here), I thought its nothing but the same crap love stories that are forwarded when you have nothing to do with your time. But then, I oblige and read it. The first lines struck my heart, and even gets deeper as I read further. It is really a good story of love, unconditional love that you can rarely find nowadays between brothers and sisters. Let yourself experience this love by reading this post.... and try not reading this in the office or you get humiliated once you feel the urge to cry...

A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a
handkerchief, which all girls around   me seemed to have. So, one day I

stole 50 cents from   my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the
stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the  wall as he held a
bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned,

too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine,

if nobody   wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
H e lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
father's hand and
said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's
back repeatedly.  Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother
until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and
scolded  my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now.
What other embarrassing things will you be
possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to  death, you shameless
thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His  body was full of wounds
from the beating but he never shed a single tear.  In the middle of the
night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with
his little  hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has
happened."
I still hate myself for not having enough courage to  admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened
yesterday.  I will never forget my brother's __expression when he protected
me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11  years old. When my
brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into
a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard,
smoking,   packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good
results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is
the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"  At that time, my
brother walked out, he stood in front
of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have
read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a
spirit so damn weak? Even if it  means I have to beg for money on the
streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your
study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the  village to borrow
money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face,
and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able
to overcome this  poverty we are experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.
Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn,   my   brother left the house
with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my
side of  the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting  into a
university is not easy. I will go find a job
and I will send money to you."
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried  until I lost my voice.
That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money
father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from

carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get
to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate  came in and told
me,"There's a villager waiting for  you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked  out, and I saw my brother from afar. His
whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why

did you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What  will they think if
they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?"   I felt
so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept  away dirt and dust from my
brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what
people would say! You are my brother no matter what  your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He  put it on my hair
and said, "I saw all the girls in  town are wearing it. So, I think you
should also have one."   I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my
  brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that
the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
The house was
scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl  in
front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the
house!" But she told me with a smile,"
It was your brother who went home early to  clean the house. Didn't you see
the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like
there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandag e   on it, "Does it
hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the
construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not stop
me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my
back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years  old. After I got
married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to
come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the
village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said,
"Sis, you just  take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom
and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept
the offer of being the  manager in the maintenance department. But my
brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead
for a start.
One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder  repairing a cable, when he
got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.  My husband and I visited
him at the hospital. Looking  at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,
"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers  won't do
something dangerous like that. Now look at  you, You ar suffering a serious
injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of
brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and
would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's
eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only
because of me!"   "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held
my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years  old. My brother was 30
years old when he married a farmer  girl from the village. During the
wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My  sister." He continued
by telling a story I could not even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would  walk for 2 hours to school and back home.
One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When  we got home, her
hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even
hold her chopsticks.
From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my
sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All
guests turned their  attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole
life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy
occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may
think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a
lot.
Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in some way!

THANKS, SHIE!

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Good things never last strikes again!

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 20:33:49 -0700

Red rose

have you ever fellt so blank, so nothing in this life? how about the feeling of longing, at home, and finally losing the magic? I can't understand why good things can never last..........not in this life..........not in my life.......

Friends do come and go.....Some will seek for companionship, some gor laughs, and still some , for whatever purpose the 'friendship' can be worth of. Then again, 'good things never last' strikes again and their gone.

Love will find its way to your heart......Some for life, some for decades, some for years, some for months, and some.......for days.....When 'good things never last' comes, all will be taken away.

They say time heals everything. Then, why does pain stays forever? never to leave, never to let go.....Where is 'good things never last' during such time? is it because life is made to be full of pain and good things never to last? Then I must admit that this void somewhere inside of me will never be filled and will last for forever....

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Love hurts

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:09:33 -0700

Love hurts

To the enamoured jaded.....

What is pain?

---being inlove

What triggers pain?

---memories

What can heal pain?

---time

What lengthens pain?

---martyrdom

What is the initial sign of pain?

---tears

What is the primary stressor of pain?

---theme song

How can you remove pain?

---let go

How can you forget pain?

---move on

--isnt this true???

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Love hurts

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:09:30 -0700

Love hurts

To the enamoured jaded.....

What is pain?

---being inlove

What triggers pain?

---memories

What can heal pain?

---time

What lengthens pain?

---martyrdom

What is the initial sign of pain?

---tears

What is the primary stressor of pain?

---theme song

How can you remove pain?

---let go

How can you forget pain?

---move on

--isnt this true???

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the life we live

nobody@vox.com(enamouredjaded) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 01:33:48 -0800

Planets

Life is indeed full of contradictions.

Sometimes, its crazy to be sane..

You need to fall to fly..

People suffer because you care..

You have to unlearn to know the lesson..

You have to give up because you are strong..

You have to be wrong to make things right..

Nonetheless,

Life's complexities are also life's source of beauty..

We should cry to laugh again..

Fall apart to be whole again..

And get hurt to love again...

--I think this is sweet, so I posted it here. Such a touching message from a good friend I haven't seen for years but will always be remembered for all the memories shared.--

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