Saturday, July 15, 2006

Love.

He met her on a party.
She was so outstanding andmany guys were chasing after her,
while he so normal,
nobody paid any 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, 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 faceturned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously: 'why do you have this habit?'
He replied, "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing by 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 40years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my wholelife 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 Iwanted 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! Itried 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'm 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've never felt sorry for anything I've done for you. Having you with me is the biggest happiness of my whole life. If I can live for the second time, i'll still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I'll 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?
It's sweet. She replied.

Love is not to forget but to forgive,
not to see but to understand,
not to hear but to listen,
not to let go but to hold on.

Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats
Who cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,'that's her'
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."



got this from frenster bulletin board..
its kinda sweet:)

had band prac today..
:( cant play anymore..
den had like 45 mins of lit lesson with harris..
i still think he is very funny..
den went to parkway with jien..
we saw the 11 sg idols!
i've decided that joakim is kinda cute..lol


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