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Lovely SMS, Text Messages

Too often we dont realize . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Monday, January 29, 2007 at 19:30 Comments (0)

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Take on life buddy . . .

Take on life buddy . . .

no one around to whisper lovely words warmly
no souls around to show care, loving kindness
yearning to be the one is simply heart's vain
stuck in busy life without making sense of living

still take on life..

when hopes lie, realities turned into lost dreams
when tired of losing good souls & times
pretending the irrecovables a cause of societal strings
never got what you liked when you liked!?

stop.. pull back, still you can take on life..

hoping on the future to come
not stopping with hoping alone,
being tender and warm like the drizzling . . .

Poem by - daffodil
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Posted by Daffodil on Thursday, January 25, 2007 at 19:51 Comments (0)

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Remember . . .

Remember . . .

I do remember,
The way I kissed your forehead
I do remember,
The promise I made.
I do remember,
The way I cuddled you.
I do remember,
High hopes you had on me,
I do remember
The way I trashed the dream,
I do remember
The way you pardon me,
But I don’t remember
I say "forgive me" . . .

Poem by - Sanjeewa K

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Posted by Sanjeewa K on Wednesday, January 24, 2007 at 19:05 Comments (2)

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Its Only A Quarter . . .

Its Only A Quarter . . .

Several years ago a preacher moved to Houston, Texas. Some weeks after he

arrived, he had occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area.

When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him

a quarter too much change.

As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, you better give the quarter

back. It would be wrong to keep it. Then he thought, Oh, forget it, it's only a quarter.

Who would worry about this little amount Anyway the bus company already gets too

much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a gift from God and keep quiet.

When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the quarter

to the driver and said, Here, you gave me too much change.

The driver with a smile, replied, Aren't you the new preacher in town I have been

thinking lately about going to worship somewhere. I just wanted to see what you

would do if I gave you too much change.

When my friend stepped off the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest light pole,

and held on, and said, O God, I almost sold your Son for a quarter.

Our lives are the only book some people will ever read . . .

Story by - Unknown
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Posted by Unknown on Tuesday, January 23, 2007 at 19:23 Comments (3)

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There are a million things I want to say . . .

There are a million things I want to say . . .

There are a million things I want to say to you by
looking at your eyes.. I miss you so much and
I can’t think of anything but you no matter what I do.
Nothing else matters when I’m in your arms.
The way you hug me, hold me and kiss me..
every little thing that you do fills my heart with
happiness. I treasure every moment that I spend
with you. It’s so comforting to know that there
is someone who’ll be there for me no matter how
the world treat me the next hour.. Every time
you hug me your warmth fills my heart
with so much love. I’m glad I’ve found
the ideal partner to live my whole life with.
I can’t find the exact words to express how precious
you are to my life.. You have shown me the true
meaning of love and how It really feels..
May be I am not capable enough to
express how much I really love you and miss you
‘cos my heart feels a lot more than what people call “LOVE”
Thank you for everything you have done to
make me happy and satisfied my honey . . .

and she likes to dedicate this Poem to "darling boy friend NADEERA". . . )

Poem by - Lakshani Senaratne
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Posted by Lakshani Senaratne on Monday, January 22, 2007 at 19:13 Comments (1)

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Realize things before its to late . . .

Posted by Unknown on Sunday, January 21, 2007 at 19:24 Comments (2)

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A Story . . .

A Story . . .

I was walking around in a store. I saw a
Cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough
money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman
Next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have
Enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you
Don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for 5
Minutes while she went to look around. She left
Quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in
His hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him
Who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and
Wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will
Bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus
Can't bring it to her where she is now.

I have to Give the doll to my mommy so that
she can give it to My sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My
Sister has gone to be with God.

Daddy says that
Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I
Thought that she could take the doll with her to
Give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said:
"I Told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her
To wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
Where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy
To take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have
To leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be
With my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad
Eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to
The boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you
Do have enough money?''

"Ok" he said "I hope that I have enough."I
Added some of my money to his without him seeing and
We started to count it. There was enough for the
Doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for
Giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added "I asked
Yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have
Enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give
It to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a
White rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask
God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the
Doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady came again
And I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally
Different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy
Out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article
2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit
A car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the
Mother was left in a critical state. The family had

To decide whether to pull the plug on the
Life-assisting machine, because the young lady would

Not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the
Little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young
Lady had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch
Of white roses and I went to the funeral home where

The body of the young woman was exposed for people
To see and make last wishes before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a
Beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of
The little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that
My life had been changed forever. The love that this

Little boy had for his mother and his sister is
Still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a Fraction of a second, a drunk
driver had taken all This away from him . . .

Story by - Unknown

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Posted by Unknown on Thursday, January 18, 2007 at 20:44 Comments (3)

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