Marketting Concepts: - Excellent One

1)You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. "Marry me!"- That's Direct Marketing"


2)You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. "Marry him."-That's Advertising"


3)u see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I'm very rich. "Marry me- That's Telemarketing"


4)u're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door (of the car)for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her ride and then say: "By the way, I'm rich. Will you"Marry Me?"- That's Public Relations


5)You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says: "You are very rich!"Can you marry me?"- That's Brand Recognition"


6)u see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.- "That's Customer Feedback"


7)You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband.- "That's demand and supply gap"


8)You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say anything, another person come and tell her: "I'm rich. Will you marry me?" and shegoes with him -"That's competition eating into your market share"


9)You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives.-

"That's restriction for entering new markets"

life without gf is cool..

If u Dnt have a GF give this reason's

Reasons why LIFE without a Girl Friend is cool

1. You can stare at any Girl.......

2. You don't have to spend money on her.

3. You won't get boring result in ur board papers.

4. No girlfriend, no emotional blackmailing.

5. If u don't have a girlfriend, she can't dump u.

6. Having a girlfriend is hot, not having a girlfriend is automatically cool, and every one loves to be a cool guy.

7. This can be more to life than just waiting for the bloody phone to ring.

8. You won't have to tolerate someone else defining, "right" and "wrong" for u.

9. Girlfriend can get so possessive that you can't do anything according ur wishes anymore.

10. You can buy gifts for mom, dad, sis or grandpa instead of a girlfriend and have a happier family life.

11. You won't have to waste paper writing love letters. No more endless waiting for ur date to arrive at some weird shop place.

12. You can have more friends, as u will have more time for them.

13. You wont have to see boring love stories instead of sports.

14. You wont have to tell lie to anybody and, therefore, u'll sin less.

15. You can have good night's sleep-no need to dream about her whole night. Nor any jagran's

16. You wont have to fight over having a 'special' friend with ur folks.

17. No nonstop nonsense. '

18. You wont have drown in the pool of her tears.

19. No tension.

20. You can be "urself"

21. You wont have to hide your telephone bills.....

so b single n do wtever u want..

I WISH......

I wish I could see through your eyes,
so I would know what you like to see.
I wish I knew your wishes,so
I could give you everything you want.
I wish I dreamed the same dreams you do,and together
we could make them come true.
I wish I knew what makes you happy,
so I could make you the happiest person in the whole world.
And lastly,
I wish I were a cell in your blood
,so I would be sure I was somewhere in your heart...

TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES

Some peplole never understand.....
Once a lady while 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:
Why 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 really love you.
Lady:
Proof! No!! I want you to tell me the reason.. My friend's boyfriend can tell her that why he loves her but not you..!
Man:
Ok..ok..! Erm.. Because you are beautiful,

beacuse your voice is sweet,
because you are caring,

because you are loving,
because you are thoughtful,

because of ur smiles,
because of your every moments,
The Lady felt very satisfied with the Man's answers..

Unfortunately, a few days later,
The lady met with an accident & went to comma..
The guy then placed a letter by her side,with the content as..
"Darling, bcoz of the sweet voice that i love you,
Now can you talk?No! Therefore i cannot love you..
Bcoz of the care & concern that i like you,
Now that you cannot show them, i cannot love you..
Bcoz of ur smile, bcoz of ur every moments that i love you,
Now can u smile..??No! Therefore i cannot love you.

If Love needs a reason like now,
there is no reason for me to love u 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."
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Immature love says "I Love u because i need You."
Mature love says "I need you because i Love You."'
Fate determines who caomes into your life,
Heart determines who stays..'
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TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES
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IF THIS TRUE LOVE STORY MADE U LEARN SUMTHING THEN PLS WRITE UR COMMENTS BELOW!!
This LOVE STORY is dedicated 2 my ANGEL.. (future gf)

NEVER CHALLENGE UR LOVE...

Two butterflies were in love…
One day they decided to play hide and seek
They fixed a flower and decided that 2morrow
One who come first and sit on this flower
Will love the other more…
At morning the female butterfly came
Very early And waited for flower to open…
When it opened she was shocked to see
That Male butterfly had died inside
Because
He was waiting
Since last night to tell her
How much he loves her……………
Moral :: NEVER CHALLENGE UR LOVE...
For Gals those who thinks tht all boys are same...

LOVE SHAYRIES

This is a real story of a young college girl

whoPassed away last month in Chandigarh.

Her name was NehaShe was hit by a truck.

She was working in a call center.

She had a boy friendnamed Rajiv.
Both of them are true lovers.

They always used to talk on thephone.
You can never see her without her cell phone.

In fact shealso changed her SIM cardfrom Airtel to Hutch,

so both of them can be on thesame network,

and save on the cost.She used spends half of the day talking with Rajiv.

Neha's family knew about their relationship.

Rajivis still very close with Neha's family. (just imagine theirlove) .

Before she passed away she always told herfriends.

'If I pass away please burn me with mycell phone'

she also said the same thing to herparents.After her death,

people couldn't carry her body,A lot of them tried to do so but still could' t.

Everybody had tried to carry the body,

the resultwas still the same. They jus could not lift the body..

Eventually, they called a person who knew one

of their neighbors, who could speakwith the soul of

dead person, who is a friend of her father.

He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.

After a few minutes, he said 'this girl misses something here.'

Then herfriends told that person about her intentions

to burn her with her phone.He then opened

the grave box and place her phone and SIM card inside thecasket.

After that they tried to carry the body.

It could be moved andthey carried it into the van easily.

All of us were shocked. Neha's parents did not inform Rajiv

thatNeha had passed away.After 2 weeks Rajiv

called Neha's mom.....Rajiv :....'Aunty, I'm coming home today.

Cook something nice for me.Don't tell Neha that

I'm coming home today, I want to surprise her.

'Her mother replied..... 'You come home first,

I want to tell yousomething very important.'

After he came, they told him the truth about Neha.

Rajiv though that they were playing the fool.

He was laughing andsaid 'don't try to fool me - tell Neha to come out,

I have a gift for her. Please stopthis nonsense'.

Then they show him the original death certificate to him.

They gave him proof to make him believe.

(Rajiv started to sweat) Hesaid... 'Its not true.

We spoke yesterday. She still calls me.Rajiv was shaking.

Suddenly, Rajiv's phone rang. 'see this is from Neha, see this....'

he showed the phone to Neha's family. all of them told him toanswer.

he talked using the loudspeaker mode.

All of them heard his conversation.Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming.

It is the actual voice of Neha & there is no way others could use herSIM card

since it is nailed inside the grave box.

They were so shocked and askedfor the same person's (who can speak with the soul of deal persons) helpagain.

He brought his master to solve this matter.

He & his master worked for 5 hours.

Then they discovered one thing which really shockedthem...

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Hutch/ vodaphone has the best coverage.

Where ever you go, the network follows!!! :-D

PLEASE LEAVE UR COMMENTS BELOW!!

A Teacher's Lesson

There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.
But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be around."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

The Salty Coffee

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, and 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, and 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."


Pass this to everyone because 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!!!!

LOVER MSGES

Love Message From: LOVER



Age & Location: somewhere near death



Love Message To:




The man who will love me forever.



Age & Location: somewhere on this planet.



Your Message:



Hey.I do not know what to say first but before getting to the very point why this, I would like to introduce myself.Hello. My first name starts from the third letter of the English alphabet and ends to/with the 12th. It's one of the precious stones in the world. and it is sparkling.Well, for sure you already had an idea about it:>I'm happy.
so..How are you doing?. I hope you're fine as a clear water running down from a mountain.I hope you're feeling good every second of the day.you know, I'm not sure about why on earth I'm doing this.obviously,people will think I'm gone crazy. but I'm not.I believe, in my heart, you'll take time to read this.I believed it.I knew it.Actually, I'm really glad I'm doing this. so that, when we already met, you'll tell me you had read my letter to you.And that you knew it was me who made it.
Speaking of "meeting each other"..I'm really, really excited of that.I hope you too as well.Now I'm thinking about you. It's weird. but I do.I'm thinking about how we will be meeting each other, thinking about when. where.What would be my attire, and what would be yours.If I look good, so that, you'll feel that it was ME, the woman you are waiting for, to be with you forever.And I'm also thinking about. before getting to know each other, by any chance, have I seen you already?. and vice versa.
By looking at the future, I'm wondering if your family will dislike me. and mine will yours, too.if there will be any one who will object our love?well I hope not.I hope there's no one.
You know.right now, I'm thinking of what would be the things you like to do, food you like to eat, places where you wanna go. the time when you are going to sleep.I'm thinking so much about you.
I had so much to say. but I intend to go straight to the highlight and the purpose of this message.and that is to ask you if, you're willing to give up everything for me? if you will give all just to make me happy? if you're not going to hesitate even a single percent just to die to save me if things go wrong?if you'll feel just a bit happy seeing me with another guy I loved before?
but that's not it. I'm not needing this questions to be answered by you. nor I'm wanting you to.
All I need is that a one, honest answer to a one curious question.
Hey man. I'm not sure what to call you. But I wanted to call you as "the man whom I'll be with forever.",
think of this as if we're in the future...
Do you love me?
for sure, I'll be reasonable enough for asking that question.Because in the future, I know that I love you so much, just enough to show that right now, in the present, I already do.
Hey. you.I'm here waiting for that question to be answered (in the future).
wait for me.
I love you.

What is love?

What is love? This is a difficult question.

Here are my favourite love quotations i found on Internet.


"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." - Sophocles

"Attention is the most basic form of love; through it we bless and are blessed." - John Tarrant
"We love because it's the only true adventure." - Nikki Giovanni

"Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away." - Dorothy Parker"Love is friendship set on fire." - unknown

"Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing." - Goethe

"To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia." - H.L. Mencken

"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong

"Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions." - Isaac Bashevis Singer

"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it." - Robert Mitchum

"Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside." - Margaret Walker

"Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature." - Howard Thurman

"Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end." - Anonymous

"Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other." - Rainer Maria Rilke

"Where love is, no room is too small." - Talmud

"Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston

"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain

"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day." - Nicholas Sparks

"To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven." - Karen Sunde

"A love song is just a caress set to music." - Sigmund Romberg

"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit." - Peter Ustinov

"Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever." - unknown

"Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." - Erich Fromm

"In the final analysis, love is the only reflection of man's worth." - Bill Wundram, Iowa Quad Cities Times

"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile." - Elizabeth Browning

"Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,A medley of extemporanea;And love is a thing that can never go wrong;And I am Marie of Roumania."- Dorothy Parker

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."

A love that can kill

this is a stroy made by my classmate..i hope you will like it^^
CHILDISH LOVE
I was once a kid without even minding the true meaning of love. Everything for me seemed similar and just a sort of games to be played by kiddos. My routine then was to play, eat and sleep, nothing more, nothing less. But one day, as I was throwing a stone to a cat by the street, I saw a girl of my age too, sobbing under the shade of the mango tree. My heart leaped with pity... I was magnetized by those eyes flooded with unwanted tears that were glistening and running down her rosy cheeks. Those tears were like a knife that stabbed my heart into pieces and I really don't understand why... I came near her and sat beside her. I knew that she did notice my presence but she just pretended that she didn't. I tried to utter a word but it seems that my mouth was locked with invincible chains and for the very first time in my life I became speechless.
Ten minutes had passed and still I didn't earn the courage to talk. I was amazed when she looked at me. She's so pretty that I can't take my eyes off her and I knew at that time that I won't be weary in staring at those eyes. I gazed at her and I read a question from that expression of hers. I wanted to say that I'm so much worried but I am not in the right place to be. Maybe because of shyness she ran away leaving me with concocted questions in my young mind and being regretful of not putting those into words. I know that the world isn't that small for me to see that little girl again that's why I took her out of my mind and even laugh at myself for being silly thinking of her everyday.
Now, twelve years had passed. I walked by the street with a ball in my hand. For me basketball is the best sport played especially by 16 year-olds like me. I didn't notice that I threw it higher that I didn't even have the chance to catch it; my eyes were stolen by the mango tree, the tree that I already left in my past. Everything becomes vivid. I remembered the girl beneath it; those tears that unexplainably tore my heart and; the girl that made my mouth shut! And then I felt my eyes, little-by-little looking at the exact place where that princess sat twelve years ago. In my bewilderment, I saw a beautiful lady who's crying. It's like I was brought back at the past. I found myself walking near her. It's a very familiar moment and without thinking I wished that I have the guts to talk and ask her what the problem is.
Quietly, I sat a meter apart from her. I took a very deep breath, filling my lungs with all the luck in the world. I'm not used of talking to a girl and that's the reason why at my age I haven't yet experienced courting somebody. At first, a hoarse voice came from my throat. I tried to speak right away because I could feel that little-by-little the luck that I've managed is already seething from my ego. She looked at me after I'd asked her what the problem was. Her eyes were emerald, a good pair to her angelic face. Those cheeks were also familiar to me. There's a spot of joy in my heart; there's a harsh voice telling me that she is "that" princess.
It didn't take so long and she replied. In a voice full of solemnity, she told me that she's longing for her mom who already died and had been gone for 12 years. So, that was the reason why she was crying back then. I need not to confirm if she really was that fragile girl that I though I've left in my past. The vigorous beats in this heart tell me that she is that girl! Finding myself being bewildered with coincidence, I introduced myself to her hoping that she too would give me her name. "Chrisjohn", I said and for the first time I saw her smile which I considered as a very precious thing that could light up the whole Minnesota. I'm more pleased when I heard her telling me her name "Nathalia".
We became friends by then. We do what friends usually do such as mall hopping and texting... but everything seems to change. I just woke up one morning from a dream. A very nice dream and we, being lovers, is the nicest part for me! At that moment, I felt a mirthful beat... I tried to suppress the feeling but then, all I knew is I missed her, is that I want to be with her. I want to be the reason of her smiles and I want to hold her hand in each passing minute... it's like I want to love her! I've never been in love with somebody else... is this really the feeling? Love for me from the very beginning is a bizarre thing but why at this moment it seems that I knew it already my whole life? I jumped out of bed... I shouldn't dawdle; I need to tell her that I love her because I could feel that my heart won't be able to handle and contain it that long. I just found myself running... and then standing in front of their house. Unaware, I pressed their doorbell twice. It didn't take a minute and she opened the gate herself. The moment I'd laid my eyes on her face, I've felt that my hands are sweaty and shivering with nervousness. I was like a machine then because the moment that I opened my mouth, all the words came out abruptly without me even pausing. I know that she was shocked with my revelations and her frown proved that. I made her look at me again and ask her if she doesn't like me that much. She only stared at me before saying that she'll leave the country tomorrow because her father would be sending her in a girl's boarding school in Washington. She said that she was sorry before she closed the gate.
Blots of tears rushed down my cheeks. I thought being in love is the greatest experience a man could have but then, hell, it hurts! The next day, news had reached me that she had left at flight no. 589. It was then that I felt that she was really gone. That particular day, I planned to get my life back to normal by playing basketball everyday and walking on the other side of our place so as for me not to see the mango tree ever again. The next morning, as I was quietly seated on our love seat waiting for my breakfast to be cooked, I opened the television and tried to look for movies that would entertain my dumb life but into my surprise I saw a plane hovered by three (3) helicopters... the reporter says, "Our morning was shocked with the news that a plane with flight no. 589 with girls sent to a boarding school in Washington exploded in midair. Nothing was left except for the remnants of their poor bodies which are for sure won't be identified anymore. The rescuers are still..." and there I turned off the television. Everything seemed to fall on my head. I stood up and went back to my bed. My nerves stopped from working, my mind was frozen and my heart was ablaze with sorrow! I stood up and went to the bathroom without even thinking. There, at the big mirror, I saw my devastated reflection... how could I live with the reality that Nathalia is gone and never will she come back again? My dreams are all useless now, my world is already empty and this heart doesn't want to beat no more. Suddenly, a blue color caught my sight. And there, just near the sink stands a small yet rounded vase which contains flowers that haven't been changed since the day before yesterday. I picked it up and feel its texture; have its ice-like body fill the veins of my hands with remorse. With an abrupt moment, I threw that vase to the mirror and I saw myself through it shattered... small pieces of glass fell on my feet. I picked up one and stared at it for a whole minute... I drew it near to where my pulse is... I can't feel anything, only coldness... numbness... then I saw my blood oozing out through the deep cut that I've made.
I sat at the floor because I felt some dizziness already and then there I wait for my ending... everything is circling around me... I could feel the pail of blood coming out of my body. Maybe it's already time for me to let go... I stared for the last time at my blood flowing freely and staining my white-tiled bathroom floor. I closed my eyes, preparing to leave this cruel world while uttering "We will see each other now, Nathalia. Just wait for me... wait for me..."
Three (3) days later...
Please leave a message after the tone...
"Chrisjohn? It's me, Nathalia. I can't leave my dad and especially I can't live without you... that's why I decided not to go anymore. My dad and I just visited my granny here in Vegas instead. I'm so sorry; I haven't called you right away. I hope that news about the plane that I'm supposed to take hadn't reached you. I will be home tomorrow afternoon, and I want to see you. Please give back a call after you've received my message. I really am sorry. I love you too, Chris and I'm serious with it. I hope that we could start a new relationship after we had talked. Thank you and I love you so much! See you soon!"

The Bleeding Paper Rose

The nurse was cleaning my table when she opened the drawer full of bitter memories and broken dreams. She came across the tiny box which I haven't opened since I kept it locked inside the antique cupboard. The box was golden and engraved with the names of lovers who never made it. Unwanted tears started to fill my wrinkly and nearly sightless eyes. She unlocked the little treasure chest, saw unrecognizable documents, stained fabric, wrecked shaft and her eyes widened when she saw the silver ring I jailed inside my memory. She took a hold of my little jewel and surprised when she found it broken...

"That ring was supposed to be a gift for the woman I love most.. That ring is for my wife.." I uttered as I try hard to reach the ring from her fingers. She helped me sit and gave me the ring. I held the ring and all of the ruthless memories started coming back to me. I wanted to scream when all of the bitterness, pain and lost came crawling into my brain, but no, I can't anymore, because I'm too old, I'm too old to reminisce these kinds of things, but I can't help it, I'm still deeply in-love.

I looked at her eyes and saw the questions ‘how' and ‘why.' I wiped my droplets of sorrow away and I grasped the ring firmly with my shaky hand. I asked her to bring me the picture placed in the cupboard and she did. I told her how beautiful my wife was and how she managed to smile back at me while I hurt her benevolence.

I wasn't a real student back then when I entered college, I'm one of those students who don't mind low grades and bad attitude at all. Girls, beer, cars, friends and football were my life until I met my wife.

Julia is sweet, smart and beautiful, more than any guy could wish for, she's everything I guess. I first saw her in the roof top of our school, she was doing Mathematics that time, I think. She saw me and smiled at me which I didn't know why but I know my heart softened when she did that. I went down to the corridor and took a look on my locker. I saw a pink scented note and my name was written on it. It was a love letter from someone who goes by the name of "Paper Rose." I thought it was a hoax made by the guys so I didn't even bother reading it and ripped it apart.

The next day, I went to the roof top again to have a nap and escape the pressures of football. Again, I saw Julia, doing her usual stuff, she smiled, packed her things and went downstairs. The roof top was all mine I thought as I lie down on the bench. After that comfortable slumber, I went to my locker and saw another piece of love letter in my locker. I shook my head and crumpled it into a paper ball and threw it in the bin.

My life remained like this until I had enough of the foolish love letters. I know I'm not a brainy one and I'm not as handsome as Brad Pitt either. Everything's a joke, made up and insane. I tore the paper in my hand and cursed it until I heard a grief-stricken weep behind me. I turned around to see who it was and to my surprise it was Julia, crying her heart out, looking at me. She was holding a pink note and her tears started to creep beneath the cherry-coloured message and finally I saw the hieroglyphic "Paper Rose."

She grabbed the tattered pieces from my hands and asked, "Where did you put the others?" In my naïve psyche, I pointed to the thrash can and shocked, I saw Julia digging the waste bin. I left her crying. For the first time, I took her for granted. I didn't see Julia after that incident.

My life was normal until I met Kirsten. Kirsten took care of my heart, I fell in-love with her, more than in-love. She made the best girlfriend. Any man would want my Kirsten who is the captain of the cheering squad, blonde and perky. I wrote her countless of love letters everyday and sing her songs every night. She'd give me anything if I asked her to - but that's what I thought... Kirsten left me for my best friend - the captain of the football team. It broke my heart to see them happily making love on the back of my truck while I was getting drinks for us. I cursed myself wondering how stupid I was, I ran as fast as I could until I saw the empty park. I sat there on the bench crying vulnerably, wishing I was dead.

Hours have passed and I'm still shedding tears to my first and lost love until someone held out a white handkerchief. I looked up to see who it was, the moon was shining brightly on her, I squinted, to my surprise, it was Julia. It's the first time I saw her again after that incident between us in the campus. She was offering the white handkerchief to me but I hit her hand which made her drop it. "I don't need your sympathy, get lost!" I screamed at her after I stepped on her pale handkerchief, she cried and took the material with her. Just like I did, she ran away crying all her mind out.

After my graduation, I didn't look for a job, my dad was mad at me as hell. He threw me out of the house and it was rainy that time, I was empty handed in the streets of cold wet New Jersey. I didn't have a place to stay for the night, I didn't have food, I didn't even have a single penny that time. I was losing it, I was drowsy and tired. I looked up and asked God where I have gone wrong.

"You didn't do anything wrong." A sweet voice murmured, a woman gazed down at me as she held her umbrella up high. "Here, you're gonna get cold if you don't take care of yourself." Her voice was so familiar but I couldn't remember. She gave me her umbrella and her scarf. Finally, I recognized who she was, it was Julia.

"I don't need these! I don't need anything! Go away! Nobody loves me! GO AWAY!" I raised her voice at her as I threw the umbrella in the middle of the street. Her eyes began to fill up as she watched me shout at her kindness. She ran away again crying in the rain. Every time I see her, she cries - every single time.

Years later, I asked my dad to forgive me and finally I got a job and mind you that I'm the vice-president of the company. I got engaged to a woman named Mary Ann. She's really smart, successful and most of all, she loves me. We planned for our wedding day six days from now, she looked so happy when I bought her the wedding dress she's been nagging me, also the expensive ring she saw on one of the catalogues and the house her friend told her about. One night, I was brushing my teeth and I found Mary Ann's mobile on the sofa, she must've left it, but to my surprise I opened it and saw that it was filled with messages from guys who came from nowhere. Mary Ann has been cheating on me all this time. I got frustrated to know that the girl I'm gonna spend my life with is seeing other guys.

I went to my car and just drove back to my family. I went to my old university and reminisced the past when I was just a bad boy looking for some fun. I went to the roof top and saw a silhouette of woman looking at the stars. I slowly looked at her and tapped her shoulders. You guessed who she was, yes, it's Julia, looking above the clouds and drifting into her own little world.

"You're crying again.." She looked at me eye to eye. "Come here, Eric. I understand you." She offered me her arms and smiled at me. It was like nothing really mattered to her even when I shouted at her a lot of times, almost tore her whole being apart.

"NO! You don't understand me! You don't know how painful it is to be taken for granted by the one you love! You have no idea how hard it is to be perfect for that person!" I screamed at her once more. I was in rage and I didn't know what I was saying.

She dropped into her knees and looked at me, "Yes, I do, Eric. I've felt it all my life. You always scream at me and hurt me yet here I am proving you that I'm always here for you. I love you since the first time I saw you but you threw me away.. you always do.." her eyes were inflated with tears, something I don't want to look at anymore.

She ran away again and left me alone in the roof top of the old building. I'm tired of seeing her hurt like that. I'm tired of pushing Julia away. I'm tired of taking her for granted. For once in my life, I realized that the one person who will love me forever was just in front of me. I don't want Julia to leave me again.

The next day, I planned to meet Julia but I don't know where to start. I planned to propose to her that day. I bought a bouquet of white roses and a very expensive silver ring but I know she deserved more than those. I asked my secretary to call her up and told her to wait in the roof top of our university. I begged God to help Julia find her way back to me. Finally my secretary told me that she reached Julia's number and that Julia agreed to meet me.

I was so excited that I went straight to my car and rushed to the road. I was very agitated until I realized that I forgot the bouquet flowers in my house. To my frustration I made a U-turn on a one way road and all I remembered was a deadly crash. I could see the doctors gathering before me and I could see Julia smiling in one corner of the room but her smile was different it's like something I could never see again and finally I lost my consciousness.

Three days later, I woke up in the hospital bed and I saw the golden box on the table. I reached for it as hard as I could, I opened it and saw the love letters Julia slipped into my locker years back, the handkerchief she offered me and a broken shaft of the umbrella she used, and finally, the ring I was supposed to give her but to my surprise it was broken. I asked the doctor what happened to me.

"Your operation was successful. You crashed into another car and went tumbling on the road and the broken glass went straight into your chest, moreover, your heart and it was a miracle that you survived that day, thanks to the woman who hid herself by the name of "Paper Rose," she donated her heart just to save you." The doctor said in a serious tone.

I cried upon hearing the news knowing that Julia still loved me despite the times I took her for granted and the tears I made her shed. I cried because I'll always have her heart but I will never see her again. I cried because I missed the one chance for her and me to be happy yet she smiled the last time I saw her. I cried because after I've known the person who really loved me, disappeared before I even had the chance to tell her I love her. I cried because I want to make up every single mistake I did to her. I cried because I never knew I was deeply in-love with her all this time.

NEVER MISS A CHANCE TO SAY "I LOVE YOU.." TO UR LOVED ONES!

HEART MELTING STORY OF SUM GUY!!
My mom only had one eye. I hated her.... She was such anembarrassment. .She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came toSay hello to me.I was so embarrassed.How could she do this to me?I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom onlyHas one eye!'I wanted to bury myself.I also wanted my mom to just disappear..I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only gonna make me aLaughing stock, why don't you just die?'My mom did not respond....I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, becauseI was full of anger.I was oblivious to her feelings.I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.Then, I got married.I bought a house of my own.I had kids of my own.I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, myMother came to visit me.She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet herGrandchildren.When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled atHer for coming over uninvited.I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare myChildren!'GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may haveGotten the wrong address,'And she disappeared out of sight.One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.My neighbors said that she died.I did not shed a single tear.They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.*'My dearest son,I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house andScared your children.I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you wereGrowing up.You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, andLost your eye.As a mother, I couldn't stand watching youHaving to grow up with one eye.So I gave you mine.I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in myPlace, with that eye..With all my love to you,Your mother.* :'(
Always tell someone that you love them because you never know what dayWill be their last, or your own.Always seek to resolve your problems or disagreements with loved onesBecause if either of you should pass on before, the one who is left alivewill have the rest of their life to ponder those unresolved feelings butwill never find closure.

And closure usually bringsPeace...**

*--"NO MATTER WHERE I AM OR WHAT I AM DOING"......................."WHEN YOU COME TO MY MIND, IT SHOWS ON MY FACE " !!!

One Night Only

What would you do if you had one last night to share hot, steamy, passionate love with that special someone? If you only had one night to show them that they were all you needed in your life? This is my story of that one night… It had been too long since I last touched his warm, smooth skin, smelled his scent, and tasted his flesh. Now that I had him here with me, I wanted to take my time and memorize every inch of him. I wondered if he had any idea what he did to me? What I felt whenever I saw the smallest part of his flesh? Snickering wickedly inside I thought…after tonight he would. I get the most electrifying thrill that runs through me whenever I catch a glimpse of his stomach as his shirt raises; a deep wantonly ache whenever I stare at his manly bulge; and an ungodly desire that fills me when I catch him staring at my chest. Simply put -- I love his body. I love touching it, caressing it, licking it, and tasting it. I love the smell, the heat, and the texture. So that is where I decided to start. I slowly removed his clothes, piece by piece, revealing his ridiculously sexy body to me. In a way, I was unwrapping him, open and bare to my gaze. I had him lie on the bed and put his hands behind his head and keep them there. No matter what I did, no matter how badly he may have wanted to move them, he had to keep them there or I would stop. I wanted to take my time to discover and explore without any interruptions. After arranging him on the bed, I slowly removed my clothing, letting his hungry gaze take in my naked flesh. I began my worship of his body at his forehead, softly pressing my lips to his brow, kissing gently, before moving down. I was imprinting the shape of his eyes, the curve of his cheek, and the steel of his jaw. Slowly, I traced the shape of his mouth with my tongue before teasingly dangerously between his lips. I ran the tip of my tongue across his teeth, tracing the contours before slowly sliding my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him deeply, rubbing my tongue against his, thrusting my tongue in and out. The kiss turned ravenous with want, need, and desire. Before I lost my head, however, I pulled back, sucking on his bottom lip and looked into his passion-glazed eyes. Oh yes, he wanted this too and it was driving him crazy to let me be in control. I tortured him a little more with my tongue by licking a path from his neck to his shoulder. I could tell he was getting more excited by his never-ending groans. When I reached the point where his neck meets his shoulder, I lightly bit him -- taking his skin between my teeth, and giving him my mark. I felt him gasp as I did this, his organ hardening with the excitement. At this point, I pushed his legs apart and knelt between them so that I could explore the rest of his body. My breasts pressed lightly against his chest, my nipples grazing his as I moved over him. I moved down from his throat, across his chest, licking and sucking on his flesh. I kissed my way across to his nipple, where I circled it with my tongue, arousing it, running my tongue across the flat top, making it sensitive, before sucking it into my mouth. I took it lightly between my teeth, biting gently, rolling it between my lips. With one final swipe of my tongue, I then moved to the other nipple, giving it the exact same attention as the first. I moved down his body, kissing my way down across his stomach, abdomen, and settled my legs around him; wedging him between them as I sucked and licked the flesh around his navel, dipping my tongue into it. He flexed as my breasts pressed against him, rubbing him as his hips arched. Noticing he was enjoying this a little too much, I pulled away and continued my journey downward. I bypassed his groin, instead kissing and sucking my way down his legs. I made my way down his thigh, past his knee, along his calf, leaving a trail from my tongue. I then repeat this on his other leg in the opposite direction. While I did this, I noticed he was glistening a little as his body was preparing for what was to come. Not finished with my examination, I settled between his thighs and lightly dragged my nails along the skin of his inner thighs before reaching his scrotum area. I took his precious jewels in one hand, lightly and slowly massaging them. I then wrapped my other hand around the base of his quivering member, holding it, squeezing it as I leaned over and slowly licked all around the head, finding every drop of his essence that my hand had missed. I licked up and down, swiping my tongue over his slit, before slowly sliding him into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, closed my eyes and just savored him for a moment. I had no idea how long this memory had to last, so I was going to milk I for all it was worth. However, my night went a little differently than I had planned. He could no longer stay restrained and decided to do a little turning of the tables. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy every second of this little payback. When neither of us could stand it any longer we joined in the most intense session of lovemaking I’d ever had, culminating at the peak of the most amazing orgasm either of had ever experienced. I was certainly what I had planned…a night neither of us would ever forget.

Life is not perfect

I was sleeping and my cell starts ringing I try to ignore it but it wouldn’t stop. ‘What?’ I said in an angry and frustrated voice. ‘Wake up! Is eleven you have an appointment for your music video’ it was mom, sometime she can be so pushy even though the appointment wasn’t till 5 in the evening.‘Mom, Is in the evening’ I said frustrated.‘You are getting up RIGHT NOW! You’re a star there are some expectations from you!’ my mom was angrier. Expectations that’s all everyone expect from me, they want me to be this perfect person but they don’t understand that no one is perfect. I love singing but I hate the life I live in especially when I have to meet these weird people and try to keep up with everything. I get up and do breakfast even though I wasn’t hungry I had to eat because if I didn’t my mom would come after me yelling. I decided to give Jeran a call before going out with Ciana, Ciana is my best friend and she is a actor as well. ‘Jeran?’ I said in a confusing voice...after saying hello he didn’t speak. ‘Yeah...?’ he said coldly. ‘Why are you so pissed? What is wrong with you?’ I ask worried.‘Did you read the latest sixen magazines? You’re on the front page see what it says!’ He said hanging up the phone. I was confused, I didn’t hear anything about this and I had no clue what he was talking about but when I found the sixen magazine I was more surprise than anyone.‘The sixteen years old singer Jessica Stut is a rising star but like any other star she was found in a party drunk. As you can see in the picture she is with Justin Azan one of her co singer. It seems like star drinking is becoming more and more popular these days......’ As I continue reading I was surprise by the way they talk about me most of the things were not true...sure I had couple of drink and I was with Justin but we were just having a good time. The article also said that they found me and Justin kissing and making out after the party which is completely wrong. They later claim that I am to get into drugs and alcohol problems real soon. I was more upset than angry. I was used to camera following me and people coming after me but this was wrong and not true at all.