islenska 06.07.06 __I wiLL aLwAys <3 U`!
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Sunday, January 30, 2005

a very nice and touching salty coffee story..

He met her at a party.
She was so outstanding,many guys chasing after her,
while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.
At the end of the party,
he invited her to have coffee with him,
she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised.
They sat in a nice coffee shop,
he was too nervous to say anything,
she felt uncomfortable,
she thought to herself,
"Please, let me go home.."
Suddenly he asked the waiter,
"Would you please give me some salt?
I'd like to put it in my coffee."
Everybody stared at him, so strange!
His face turned red but still,
he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously,
"Why you have this hobby?"
He replied, "When I was a little boy,
I lived near the sea,
I liked playing in the sea,
I could feel the taste of the sea ,
just like the taste of the salty coffee.
Now every time I have the salty coffee,
I always think of my childhood,
think of my hometown,
I miss my hometown so much,
I miss my parents who are still living there."
While saying that tears filled his eyes.
She was deeply touched.
That's his true feeling,
from the bottom of his heart.
A man who can tell out his homesickness,
he must be a man who loves home,
cares about home, has responsibility of home..
Then she also started to speak,
spoke about her faraway hometown,
her childhood, her family.
That was a really nice talk,
also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date.
She found that actually he was a man
who meets all her demands;
he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.
He was such a good person but she almost missed him!
Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story,
the princess married to the prince,
then they were living the happy life...
And, every time she made coffee for him,
she put some salt in the coffee,
as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away,
left her a letter which said,
"My dearest, please forgive me,
forgive my whole life's lie.
This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee.
Remember the first time we dated?
I was so nervous at that time,
actually I wanted some sugar,
but I said salt.
It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.
I never thought that could be the start of our communication!
I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life,
but I was too afraid to do that,
as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..
Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth,
I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..
But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!
Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you.
Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life.
If I can live for the second time,
still want to know you and have you for my whole life,
even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."
Her tears made the letter totally wet.
Someday, someone asked her,
"What's the taste of salty coffee?"
She replied, "It's sweet.""

Love is not to forget but to forgive,
not to see but understand,
not to hear but to listen,
not to let go but HOLD ON !!!! "

hmmm..how true is it..but holding on to something impossible..
is useless..juz like me..i held on to it for 2 years den i gave up..
but now i'm holding on to another impossible love,
though i might say i give up already, but i now i still haven't..
it aint that easy..really..i took two years to let go of the past one..
and because of that i let go many opportunities..haiz..
so can anyone advice me??




<3 DJ BabY@* 1:34 AM
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22 Oct
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Taken and attached to Mr B-J
Silly and crys easily(not as if i want to)
Tend to think a lot and kinda too much
Hot-tempered and very stubborn
Dun step on my Toes or u will regret it
Very indecisive so dun ask me to decide
Been hurt deeply by love and dunno who to trust anymore
Studying in SIM-RMIT - Marketing
Crazy ger who laugh non stop [muscles are forming on my cheekbone]
Very 'gong' - stupid and dumb!

Love & Hate

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~DJ Baby
~Singing
~Dancing
~Hanging out with friends
~Shopping
~Swimming
~Talking
~Disney Mickey Mouse - I cant resist buying mickey mouse stuffs!
~watching soccer
~crying
~watching movies

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~Preverts
~People wiith ATTITUDE PROBLEM
~Back-stabbers
~Flirts ~Players



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~To be who i used to be 10 years back
~Hit 50kg
~To spend more time with Baby and Darling sky
~iRiver Mickey Mouse Mp3 player
~Money (muz be more practical)
~New Clothes
~LV Speedy 30
~LV/Gucci Wallet
~Wished that day would stop forever
~Holiday–Bangkok for Shopping Spree
~Another big big mickey mouse soft-toy
~To go to Tokyo Disneyland
~That i have HIM (how impossible)
~Good Grades for this SEM
~Could live healthier
~Get to see Mr J soon..miss him lots!
~Talk To Jia Song again..



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