tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78982693780601769612024-02-20T01:54:01.904-08:00123 Free TalkI feel like there are two different persons lying low inside me. So when I get a glimpse of few conversations inside my head, I write it down here. Everything is about my random thoughts and more. And here is also where I capture the “Oops! I left my shoes behind” moments. The moments of being happy, sad, worry, stress, anticipate... etc. I always look back most of time. So guys, if you are reading this two-bit humdrum semi-private blog, then you are snooping on me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-23130594965628075742008-12-27T03:47:00.000-08:002008-12-27T03:48:59.958-08:00Lost In Daydreams...<div class="widget-content">Have you ever thought about what you actually went through when you simply froze and stared in the moment, not just blinking even once... your emotions slowly drift away...your soul detached subtly from your body... And when it hit you, you shook your head once or twice, it rushed back to your body and felt alive again... then you thought to yourself... "What was i thinking about just now?"<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-91273072430647172092008-10-28T23:22:00.001-07:002008-10-28T23:22:24.033-07:00Death In Half And The Whole Body<span style="font-size:100%;">Ploy was spending the school holiday with his grandparents in their home far from the city. He brought with him ideas he had acquired from school.<br /><br />One day, he asked "Grandpa, could you tell me where my computer game is?"<br /><br />"Sorry, dear child. I don't even know the word Computer. How can I tell you where it is located?" replied Grandpa.<br /><br />"Oh, sorry to hear that, Grandpa. You should upgrade your memory system and make it high-tech, so you will go with the times," Ploy said. "You don't even know the word computer, you seem to be dead in half of your body," he continued.<br /><br />Later on the same day, Ploy and his grandpa went to the pagoda by boat. Halfway there the boat began to take in water very fast, and looked like it would sink in the deepest part of the river.<br />"What are we going to do, Grandpa? I don't know how to swim" said a very scared Ploy who began to cry.<br /><br />His grandpa began laughing and said to his grandson, "I don't know what the computer is: I'll die in just half of my body. But you don't know how to swim. If the boat sinks, you will die, not in just half, but in your whole body." </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-46492369554692883542008-10-28T23:21:00.001-07:002008-10-28T23:21:44.007-07:00Because of You, my Dearest Teacher<p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Any Idiots in this classroom? Please stand up," asked the beautiful teacher, after teaching some grammar point to her students. It was silently for such a long time, as teacher thought all the students were clear with her psychologist question. Then, Little boy stood up at the first row of the table while his teacher turning around to front.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Why do you think you are an idiot person in this classroom, my dear Boy?" teacher questioned.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Because, there is no body standing up, but only you. And I am so pity on you, teacher, "the Boy responded. "That's why I am standing, " he continued</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Anyway, what do you mean by saying an Idiot?" the Boy asked.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">"An Idiot is person who say complicated something that causes other people confuse and not understand," she answered, "Do you understand my little Boy?" she went on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">"I still don't understand what you are talking about." he responded.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Stop that, Boy! You mean that I am an idiot person, do you? " angrily said the teacher."Go home, now! Here is your homework"</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Later the same day, the Boy came to his father for help with his homework.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Daddy, what is the difference between the words Confident and Confidential? "the Boy asked. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"> "oh, my dearest son! You are a very handsome, intelligent, and hard-working student. I am so proud of you and very confident to have you as my lovely son, dear, "He said, "But when you have a friend who is my another son at school, don't you tell anybody. It is confidential. "He continued.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-86563997988047361342008-10-28T23:20:00.000-07:002008-10-28T23:21:00.658-07:00Man + Woman<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Smart Man + Smart Woman = Romance</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Smart Man + Dumb Woman = Pregnancy</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Dumb Man + Smart Woman = Affair</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Dumb Man + Dumb Woman = Marriage</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Smart Boss + Smart Employee = Profits</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Smart Boss + Dumb Employee = Production</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Dumb Boss + Smart Employee = Promotion</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Dumb Boss + Dumb Employee = Overtime</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A man will pay $2.00 for a $1.00 item he needs.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A woman will pay $1.00 for a $2.00 item that she does not need.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A successful woman is one who can find such a man.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">To be happy with a man, you must love him a little and understand him a lot.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Women somehow deteriorate overnight.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A man marries a woman expecting she won't change, but she does.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Married men live longer than single men, but married men are more willing to die.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A woman has the last word in any argument.</a></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.</a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-77028813967719760172008-10-28T23:19:00.001-07:002008-10-28T23:19:52.851-07:00Creative Writing<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">A university creative writing class was asked to write a concise essay containing these four elements:</a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">- religion<br />- royalty<br />- sex<br />- mystery</a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">The prize-winning essay read:</a></span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a name="_Toc442185601" title="_Toc442185601">"My God," said the Queen. "I'm pregnant. I wonder who did it?"</a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-69912983870536716562008-10-28T23:18:00.001-07:002008-10-28T23:18:41.065-07:00Who's Job is it?<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><span>This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done, and Everybody was asked to do it.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>Everybody was sure Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. </span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-6184460286340777972008-10-28T23:17:00.000-07:002008-10-28T23:18:04.031-07:00Class Photograph<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer; she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, he's a doctor.'" </span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher; ...she's dead."</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-41511872042972417942008-10-28T23:16:00.000-07:002008-10-28T23:17:25.985-07:00Fastest Father<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>Those three boys are in the schoolyard bragging of how great their fathers are.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>The first one says: "Well, my father runs the fastest. He can fire an arrow, and start to run, I tell you, he gets there before the arrow".</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>The second one says: "Ha! You think that's fast! My father is a hunter. He can shoot his gun and be there before the bullet".</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>The third one listens to the other two and shakes his head. He then says: "You two know nothing about fast. My father is a civil servant. He stops working at 4:30 and he is home by 3:45"!!</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-45922959552483918602008-10-28T22:53:00.000-07:002008-10-28T22:54:57.775-07:00A Sad Love Story Without Title ( 3 )<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHPCOMP%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Since he has disappeared, I live like the one who has lost everything in life. Everytimes I passed that we first met, my tears always fell down. I know that I miss him so much, I really miss him alot. At nights, I always keep looking at the beautiful sky and the stars alone. <strong><span style="color: red;">"when you miss me, just look at the stars. I will be somewhere else looking at the stars and missing you too. "</span></strong> That's what he used to tell me.
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<br />On valentine day 2007, I waited for him to come to meet me and ask me the same question that he always ask but.. that was the most disappointed day in my life. He used to tell me that he will never give up, he will show me that he really love me, but why he choose to leave me secretly like this ?
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<br />2 months later, my family moved to live in another house. However, I always come to wait him in front of my old house every morning hoping to see him one day but I still cannot see him.
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<br />On 11th June 2007, my family went to visit <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">thailand</st1:place></st1:country-region>. While I was sitting in the airport waiting for the plane to leave, I suddenly saw him. He was coming from another country. My heart started to beat very fast. I ran toward him but..... I saw another girl ran to hug him and gave him a bunch of flowers. That girl used to be my classmate at high school. Her name is Chenda. I didn't know how they knew each other but they looked very sweet. They smiled at each oher. <strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);">I could do nothing but watched them leaving the airport together.</span></strong><b><span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);">
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<br />He used to tell me that he didn't like to play game with love. He used to tell me that he want to live with me forever but now he made me cry. I felt I could not breath. It was really hurt to see the one we love being with another girl, but at least I could know that now he can live happily.
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<br />Since that day, I always tell myself not to think about him anymore. I try to study much harder and keep myself busy so that I do not have time to think about him. I try to lie myself that I do not love him anymore but his sweet smile always appear in my thinking everytimes I close my eyes.
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<br />As I am a year-2-student at medical faculty, i have to study at calmette hospital every mornings as a trainee. One day, I saw an unconscious man sent to the hospital because of the traffic accident. <strong><span style="color: olive;">I was very shocked when I see that man's face because that was him, the man whom I try to forget.</span></strong><b><span style="color: olive;">
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<br />His family came to the hospital as soon as they got the news. Chenda also came with them and I just knew that in fact, Chenda is his sister. I felt very sorry for everything that happened. He was survive but he was still unconscious. I always go into his room when there's no one in there. I looked at his white face, I held his cold hand and I talked with him. He used to be a talkative man but now he cannot talk anymore. i wish I could go back to the past.
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<br />Chenda told me that he had accident because he was drunk. He always drink every nights since he came back from <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Actually, he went to continue his study in Japan because he wanted to forget a girl he love but after leaving Cambodia afor 6 months, he felt that he could not forget her so he came back to find her but she had moved to another house and he could not find her. After that, he always drink every days just to forget her. Chenda told me everything but she didn't know that the girl whom he loves is me.
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<br />After a long time, he became conscious again but he cannot remember anything including everything that happened to him, his background, his family and... me. After what happened, I became close with him and Chenda. We usually go out together and later on, we became best friend. On 30th december 2007, we went to kampongsom to countdown for new year together. That night, Chenda went to sleep early andleft me and him sitting on the beach and watch the stars together.
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<br />Then, he looked at my neacklace, the one he gave to me on my birthday on 2004. He said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"this necklace is very beautiful. It looks familiar to me. I think I used to see it somewhere before. "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">" My boyfreind gave it to me on my birthday"</span></strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"why don't you ask him to come here with us ? ""</span></strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>I looked into his eyes, then to the stars and said nothing.
<br /><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"sorry if I remind you siomething that might upset you"</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"he's not here anymore</span></strong></b>"
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<br />We stopped talking for awhile. Suddenly, he whispered <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" birthday.... ".</span></strong> Then, he contiued <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" Today is 31st december. It is her birthday. Today is her birthday. I used to look at the stars with her on her birthday" </span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>I was very excited to hear that. I asked <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">" you can remember now ? ''</span></strong>
<br />He looked into my eyes and he whispered <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"Cinderella.. you are my Cinderella. " </span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />My tears fell down. I hugged him tightly. He can remember me now. That was the best gift for my birthday. Since then, we always go out together as sweetheart. Most of our friends were getting jealous of us and they said we were the sweetest couple they have ever seen.
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<br />However, happiness cannot last for long time. On 14th february 2008, I expect to receive 11 red roses from him, I expect him to ask me the question he always ask me, I expect to tell him <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">" I love you and I will love you forever. '</span></strong>' but what happened is very different from what I had expected. He came to meet me with a bunch of yellow roses. I looked at his face and waited for him to explain me.
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<br /><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"sorry "</span></strong> he said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" I think I might make you hurt but I dón't want to lie you anymore. Since I remember everything again, I felt I have changed alot. My feeling for you is not the same as before. When I stay near you, I do not feel love anymore. I don't know why. I could not tell you the truth bcause I don't want to hurt you but I know that I cannot lie you forever. I hope you can forget me. please think that I am not in this world anymore. "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"is that the real reason? "</span></strong></b>
<br /><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"yes"</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"we cannot become like before ?"</span></strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"all good feeling that I used to have has gone. No matter how hard you try, it cannot come back "</span></strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"you have another girl ?"</span></strong></b>
<br /><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"I can swear I have no one. What I tell you is the truth"</span></strong>
<br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"I believe in you"</span></strong>
<br />I turned back and walked away from him. he shouted <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">"I hope we are still friend. You are my best friend"</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>Millions of tears fell down from my eyes. <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" you are my best friend"</span></strong> I hate this word so much. I don't want to hear it. I hope it was just a dream. That valentine day was the most painful day for me. I know that I cannot live without you but if letting you go can make you happy, I can do it for you. One thing that I can understand is that loving someone is not to hold that person tight but to give him freedom and let him do whatever he want to. To see the one we love being happy is is our real happiness even though that happiness is the result of our hurt. <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">One day, I might feel regret to let you go but I will never feel regret to love you. Pi mnus mneak <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">del</st1:place></st1:state> bong thloip sne</span></strong><b style=""><o:p></o:p></b></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-61997652633488498492008-10-28T22:52:00.001-07:002008-10-28T22:52:58.714-07:00A Sad Love Story Without Title ( 2 )<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHPCOMP%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.entry-title {mso-style-name:entry-title;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="entry-title"><b style="">A story from my friend...
<br /><o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="entry-title"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">On <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">valentine day 2005</span></strong>, we went out together. It was the 82nd day that we have known each other and I also had received 82 roses from him but on that valentine day, he gave me a bunch of 11 red roses and a big lovely bear. He said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" since I know you, I always give you yellow rose which means " good friend " but today I give you red rose which mean " I love you " and 11 roses mean " I want to live with you forever ".. Do you love me ? "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />I said nothing. He looked at my face then he continued <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" I like to play alot but I don't play with love. If you cannot answer me now, it is ok. Just take my flowers and answer me later when you know your feeling. I will wait for your answer. " </span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />I told him everything about myself. <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">In fact, I used to have a pain my heart.</span></strong> I used to love a man so much and I did everything for that love but finally I can get only tears and hurt. That made me really getting scared of love. He told me that he will makmake me feel secure with his love. He wil show me that he loves me real and he won't give up.
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<br />Then, every mornings, I always receive 1 red rose from him every mornings with a card written <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">" I love you "</span></strong><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">
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<br />Time pass.. We still continue like this. Since we have known each other, we have never argued with each other. We always happy when we stay near each other. We always spend our holidays being together. He always come in front of my house at midnight on my birthday to say Happy Birthday to me and watch the stars with me. He always celebrate my birthday for me. On valentine day, he always give me 11 red roses with a big lovely bear and ask me the same question.. but <strong><span style="color: maroon;">I have never said " I love you " to him yet even though I can feel that ... I love him...</span></strong><b><span style="color: maroon;">
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<br />On <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">31st december 2006</span></strong>, he came in front of my house at midnight and say happy birthday to me as usual but he didn't talk alot as usual. That afternoon, he took me out. While riding motor, he said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" when I decide to do something, I always tell myself 'that I will success but maybe this is my first failure. "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" what do you mean ? "</span></strong></b> I asked
<br /><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" one day, if I cannot stay near you, promise me that you will live happily and forget your past. Not all boys are bad. Not all boys play with your love. Promise me that you will be strong. "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" where do you want to go ? "</span></strong></b>
<br /><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" I just tell you in case I cannot stay near you "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>He always like kidding alot but that was the first time that I see him talking seriously with sad face.
<br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" what's wrong with you ? "</span></strong><b><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" when you miss me, just look at the stars. I will be somewhere else looking at the stars with you and missing you too "</span></strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>I try to asked him what happen but he didn't tell me. I felt very Nervous. I have never thought about that. What should I do if I don't have him in my life ?
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<br />That day, it rained very hard. We ride motor under the rain. I hug him tightly. He held my hand. I slept on his shoulders. It is very cold but I felt very warm inside my heart. I closed my eyes and I wish the time stop there.
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<br />The following morning, I was very anxious waiting for him to come to my house and give me red rose as usual but... I could not see him.<strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"> I waited him full day.. from morning till night.. from days to days.. But he is disappeared.. Since that day, I didn't get any rose from him and I have never seen him again.</span></strong> I can do nothing without him. I can only count the rose and the cards that he gave me.. There are 82 yellow roses, 788 red roses, and 768 cards.. I really miss him so much. I need to see his smile. I need to hear his voice. I need to see him wink at me. I want to tell him that I love him. It is the answer that he waited to hear for long time. <strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I don't know where he is now but I want to shout to let him know that I love him even though it might be too late now, even though he might don't want to hear it anymore.</span></strong><b><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">
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<br /></span></b><span style="color: black;">Can you guess Where the man has gone ? On valentine day 2007 and 2008, did he come to meet her and give her 11 red roses as usual ? ON 31st december 2007, did he come to celebrate her birthday for her? Want to know what happen at the end of the story ? I'll tell you later :)<o:p></o:p></span></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898269378060176961.post-56471271396883958062008-10-28T22:37:00.000-07:002008-10-28T22:38:17.600-07:00A Sad Love Story Without Title ( 1 )<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHPCOMP%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">This is not true story. I got it from my friend. Please read for fun and give a title for this story.
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<br />One day, while riding motor from school to my house, it started to rain very hard so I stopped under a building to wait for the rain stop. There's also another man standing there waiting with me too. I waited maybe 1 hour but the rain still continued. I wanted to call to my parents telling them not to worry but there's no credit in my phone so I walked to the man standing near me, gave him a sweet smile, started the conversation with him and borrowed his phone to call to my mother.He laughed and told me I am a clever girl. He said when I saw him at first sight, I stared at him but when I wanted to borrow his phone, I smiled at him. Then he told me that if I wanted to borrow his phone, I must tell him my phone number. I said <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">" no way "</span></strong> and then I walked away from him. He laughed again. Then he walked after me and let me borrow his phone.
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<br />When the rain stopped, I went to my house and he followed me. When I arrived at my house, he shouted <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" Hey you owe me your phone number. You haven't told me yet. Come to my dream tonight and tell me your phone number na pretty girl "</span></strong> . I said <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">" toil yu tech "</span></strong> and then enter my house. He is a nasty and funny boy. I felt very good when I knew him. I kept smiling while I walked into my house. Then, while I was having dinner, he called to my mother's number. He asked my mother to let him talk with me.
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<br />He said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" hey girl don't think that I am a bad boy who love girl easily. It's not my mistake. It's because you are lovely, clever and nasty. If I didn't love her, I would be very regret in the future. Now I fall in love with you heuy so can you tell me your phone number ? "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />I answered <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" I am a person who like to answer the question straightly. If you ask me what my phone number is, I will tell you but now you ask me if I can tell you or not.. The answer is : No I can't "</span></strong>
<br />He said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" ok now I ask you what is your phone number ? "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>I replied <strong><span style="color: red;">" too late "</span></strong>
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<br />The following morning, I saw him standing in front of my house waiting for me with a yellow rose. He came to me and said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" oh lady you get up so late. I've been standing here waiting for you for long time. You are very lazy girl but it doesn't matter because when you become my wife, I will hire many servants for you. "</span></strong> He said that and wink to me. I replied <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">" if I knew you stand here waiting for me, I would get up later than this "</span></strong> He laughed, looked at his watch then he shouted <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" oh my god ! I will be late at school. The teacher will blame me. Here take this rose. I buy it for you "</span></strong>
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<br />I didn't take the rose from him so he put it in my hand, started to leave quickly and shouted <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" if the teacher blame me because being late caused by waiting a pretty girl as you, it doesn't matter for me "</span></strong> he said and wink again. I really wanted to laugh so much but I tried to act normal and laughed alone when he had already gone.
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<br />Since then, he always came to wait me in front of my house with 1 yellow rose every mornings. He kept asking me going out with him but I always refused untill one saturday, I saw him sitting in my house with my mother. They both talked and laughed. I was very surprised to see that. I thought <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" yee ta pek <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">nis</st1:place></st1:city> ey kor hean mes "</span></strong>
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<br />My mother told me that I study alot, I should go out with him to relax. He wink at me, then stood up, smiled to my mother and said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" cinderella in the story must come home before 12 o'clock but this cinderella will come home before 6 o'clock. I promised with you auntie "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />I thought <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" min deng jong yey pi ey, lop lop sdab kom ory ta yul "</span></strong> . He always call me cinderella. He might think that he is the prince as well. That day, I went out with him 1st time. He took me to eat something , then to play game and ride ski at sorya and to riverside. I had a very great time with him. When he took me home, he asked me <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" hey lady ! Can you tell me your phone number yet ? " </span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />I answered <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" tonight in your dream, I will tell you "</span></strong>
<br />He said <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" ok from now I will stop ask you forever but one day, you will tell me By yourself and you will even ask me my phone number "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>I said <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" dek jam tov jeung "</span></strong><b><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">
<br /></span></b>He wink to me again. He is very good at winking. Later, we started to go out more often.
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<br />On <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">31st december 2004</span></strong>, it's my birthday. I've never celebrated my birthday because my family don't like it. On the day before my birthday, I felt very lonely and unhappy. I could not sleep when I thought that the following day is my birthday but at midnight, when I looked down from my house to the street, I saw him standing in front of my house, smiling to me and pointed to his phone as a sign of asking me to listen to my mother's phone. The first thing I heard from him was <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" happy birthday to you oun sam lanh " </span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />I was very surprised and wonder how he could know my birthday but I tried to keep that feeling and asked him <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" who is your oun sam lanh ? "</span></strong>
<br />He replied <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" you are my future wife so I call you oun sam lanh from now so that you can get used to with this word after we married. Is it ok oun sam lanh ? "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span></b>I asked <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" it is midnight now. Why don't you go to your house ? "</span></strong>
<br /><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" Because I know that someone is lonely tonight so I come here to stay near her and hope to make her smile "</span></strong><b><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" she must be very unlucky to have a person like you stay near her "</span></strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" but I will stay near her forever and I will make her become the happiest girl in this world "</span></strong></b>
<br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" Ja rek you kae leng ban heuy "</span></strong><b><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" haha come on baby girl, don't angry alot and don't keep looking at my handsome face. I'm so shy "</span></strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">" mer muk mnus jkourt "</span></strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">
<br /></span><strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" look at the sky baby. The stars are very bright tonight "</span></strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">
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<br />I looked at the sky and he contined <strong><span style="color: fuchsia;">" I want to watch the stars on this beautiful sky with the one I love every nights. I hope I can have a chance to take care the one I love, look after her and do everything for her "</span></strong>. That night we talked and watched the stars full night. In the afternoon, he came to take me out. He celebrated a birthday party for me. On the cake written the word <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);">" Forever Promise "</span></strong> . He also gave me a necklace which has my name on it. I spent my birthday with him and it was the happiest day of my life.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0