tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60028592011-04-22T12:58:57.088+08:00Piles And Piles Of Wonderful StoriestEdDinoreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002859.post-66070216546544788172007-10-08T23:22:00.000+08:002007-10-08T23:23:21.572+08:00

WET PANTSCome with me to a third grade classroom...There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the

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人的一生，沿途有太多的美景与诱惑，也有太多的沉重和负担，只有懂得放弃，才能实现自己的目标，才能有所得。有这么两个人，他们一同去参观动物园。动物园非常大，他们的时间有限，不可能把所有的动物都参观到。于是他们便约定，不走回头路，每到一处路口，选择其中一个方向前进。 第一个路口出现时，路标上标明一侧通往狮子园，一侧通往老虎山。他们琢磨了一下，选择了狮子园，因为狮子是“草原之王”。就这样，他们一边走，一边选择。每选择一次，就放弃一次，遗憾一次。 但他们必须当机立断，若犹豫不决，时间不等人，他们失去的将更多。只有迅速作出选择，才能减少遗憾，得到更多的收获。适当的放弃是为更多的收获做准备，放弃并不意味着完全的失去，只是让我们学会取舍的分寸。放弃是为了减少遗憾，是为了得到更多，更宝贵的东西。我们要学会正面对看待放弃，放弃并不意味着软弱，失败，它只是另一条引领你走向成功的途径。

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在这个繁华的社会里，人们往往忽略了时间的重要性。时间一分一秒地过去，失去了就再也找不回来。 　新加坡人有一种等的习惯，而我，却认为等待是一种痛苦。为什么呢？等待是一种浪费时间的行为。偶尔感到疲惫，想要找个朋友出去走走，到了目的地，等了两三个钟头，才知道被放鸽子。那时候在等的我，很痛苦，巴不得朋友快点出现。 　　考试时，当你把试卷交给老师后，你又会巴不得老师立刻把试卷改好，知道自己的成绩。尤其是在小六离校会考或是中四‘O’水准考试时，更是坐立不安。　　谈到儿女私情，等待又是一种痛苦。当你爱上一个人时，你会为他做出一些不可理喻的事。这其实也是一种等待。怎么说呢？你暗恋他时，你会不想让他知道， 是因为怕他不理你？还是怕他故意躲着你？在这同时，你又想马上让他知道他在你心里是多么重要的。在等待他向你表白的过程中，你就必须承受等待的痛苦。 　　所以，

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7th gradeI stared at the girl next to me.She was my so called "best friend".I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine.But she didn't notice me like that,I knew it.After class shewalked up to meand askedme for the notes she had missed the daybefore and handed themto her.She said "thanks"and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to know thatI don`t want toBe just

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Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the

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After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive thespark of love. A little while ago I had started to go out with anotherwoman. It was really my wife's idea. "I know that you love her," shesaid one day, taking me by surprise. "But I love YOU," I protested. "I know, but you also love her." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for

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"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." She was not beautiful.Nothing about her was extraordinary.Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.She grew up in a family of six.The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age.As she grew stronger, and brighter,She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met. She was not beautiful.But she made others feel beautiful about

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Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier, as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle.Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire's whizzing over his head,the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land"between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back."You can go," said the lieutenant, "but i don't think it will be worth it.Your friend is probably

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Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content. One day, the King came upon a servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King; why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much joy in his heart? The King asked the servant, “Why are you so happy?” The man replied,

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Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.But still her mother worried, for

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Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's

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During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart can't be describe

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The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees.Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting. I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre- U. There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her.She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm.She is just a very ordinary gal.I

tEdDinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002859.post-1122477247281936212005-07-27T23:09:00.000+08:002006-10-16T01:24:53.580+08:00

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge,and all of the others, including Love.One day it was announced to thefeelings that the island would sink, so they all prepared their boats and left.Love was the only one who stayed.Love wanted to stay with the island until it started sinking.When Love was almost sinking, he decided to ask for

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My mom only had one eye.i hated her... she was such anembarressment..my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.she collected little weeds and such to sell...anything for the money we neededshe was such an embarressment.there was this one day during elementaryschool..it was field day, and my mom came.i was so embarressed. how could she do thistome? i threw her a hateful look and ran out.the next

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Two tear drops were floating down the river. One teardrop said to the other, "I`m the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you? ""I`m the teardrop of the man who regret letting a girl go....."-she- teardrop consoled, "There would come a time when we have to stop loving someone because we found out that they`d be happier if we let them go..."-he- teardrop replied, "But then

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Message: 3 yrs ago..K|n n Angel was 2 lovely couple..K|n was a full time SAF guy..who works allday n didn't haf sufficient time 2 be wif Angel..So Angel offen pick up quarrels wif him due 2 tis..At e beginning of their relationship..dey promise each other dey wil buy gifts for each otherevery weekends..As dey promise each other..Angel went 2 buyArmy designed action figures 4 K|n coz K|nwas in

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Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.Time is short, the music won't last.Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask:"How are you?" Do u hear the reply?When the day is done, do you lie in bed, With the

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Nothing about her was extraordinary.Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.She grew up in a family of six and being the eldest, she learned responsibility at an early age. As she grew stronger and brighter, she instilled a sort of light and cheer to whom ever she met. She was not beautiful, but she made others feel better about themselves. She meets a rebelious boy who thinks he is all

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It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clearacross the country in pursuit of his dreams.There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often, no time to spend with his wife and son.He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother

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When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "

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Lady : Why do u like me? Why do u love me? Man : I can't tell the reason... But I really like u... Lady : U can't even tell me the reason... How can u say u like me? How can u say u love me? Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love u. Lady : Proof ? No! I want u to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her, but not u! Man : OK...OK !!! Erm...

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One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

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A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the rest on the operational track. The train came, and you were just beside the track interchange. You could make the train change its course to the disused track and saved most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing

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"Roses are red, violets are blue. Gems are precious, and so are you."   We grew up recognizing the tangible truth that friends play a significant role in our lives. Friends gurantee endless fun, but most importantly, they are the people you can trust and count on no matter what. Ironically, they are also the ones you fight with every now and then. Guess no true friendship is spared from tiffs and

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Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.  Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.  Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. (both sigh n silence for a while)  Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets

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I'll have to confess I'm not 50 yet !!! hahah... but this is really meaningful.. To all my dear friends, keep in touch and be happy always..... ;) ***************************************************************************** This may be the most important piece of advice an older woman can give to a  younger one. A young wife sat on a sofa in Bukit Timah on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea

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>the story of a little boy & a puppy >A Storeowner was tacking a sign above his door that read"Puppies for Sale." The signs have a >way of attracting children. Soon alittle boy >appeared at the sign and asked, "How much are you going to sell those >puppies for?" >The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30-$50."The little boy reached >into his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37,can

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Making Friends If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along; If every man looked after himself and good things all went to the strong; If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me And we all stood alone in the battle of life, what a dreary old world this would be! Life is sweet because of the friends we've made. All things in common we share. We

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Always Live Life to the Fullest Don't ever let go of hope. Hope gives you the strength to keep going. When you feel like giving up. Don't ever quit believing in yourself. As long as you believe you can, you will always have a reason for trying. Don't let anyone hold your happiness in their hands. Hold it in yours, so it will always be within your reach by how you feel. Our feelings determine the

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Take Hold Of Every Moment.... A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package: "This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package." He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box. "She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is it.

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Greatest Pain In Life The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored. To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all. To have someone you care so about so much throw a party... and not tell you about it. When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his graduation. To have people think that you don't care. The greatest pain in life, is not to

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knock knock on the heaven's doorThere are moments in life when you miss someoneso much that you just want to pick them fromyour dreams and hug them for real!When the door of happiness closes, another opens;but often times we look so long at theclosed door that we don't see the one,which has been opened for us.Don't go for looks; they can deceive.Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.Go for

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I had three friends Eric, Cathlyn, Carol Eric was chased by all the girls in our high school Cathlyn was one of those popular girls. Cheerleader, sexy, and stylish Carol was just one of those plain and average girls Cathlyn and Carol were both totally crazy and wacko over Eric Cathlyn didn't have to do anything to attract Eric For she was already attractive enough

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Once upon a time, there was a teacher xiaoqiang and his student lying down under a big tree near a big grass area. Then, suddenly, the student asked the teacher xiaoqiang, Student : Teacher xiaoqiang, I'm confused, how can we find our soul-mate? Can you please help me? Teacher xiaoqiang: (Silent for few second, than he answer)Well, it's a pretty hard and easy question. Student: (Thinking

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A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles

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" Below is a story i've gotten about fate. It is truly amazing -- this thing called "Fate". There was a movie in which the theme song went like this: "You can say it is a big world, you can say it is a small world. But for the promise of this lifetime, we shall spend our entire lives to fulfil." All of us are in this big grand masquerade, among the throng of people, we seek expectantly... in that

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The stench of hatred A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. So when the day came,

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Once, there lived a child. He lived in a happy family,with parents and siblings. However, he never stopped to think about how wonderful his life had been. He just kept on playing, squabbling with his siblings when they did not want to play what he wanted to play. However, when he wanted to apologize, he always said,"Never mind, there's tomorrow." When he grew up a little, school was a very nice

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Someone said... "Wallets are a lot like girls. You really have to take good care of, because if you won't, something might happen"... I know what he means. I just lost a wallet, and I just lost a girl. You know, it's the exact same thing. One day, you just realize it's gone. You try to look for it everywhere, even going back to the places where you could have lost it. You think, and you think

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He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. suddenly he

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He would always stand there in his usual spot at the bus stop. I will always sit there at my usual seat at the bus stop across. Same time ,Same place he will be there. I don't know why he seems so attractive to me. I just like to look at him, wishing he would look at me too.. Never will it happen. And each day I would just stand there. Each tiny action, each little move captured my attention. I

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believe it or not, the words below is written by a 19 years old girl who have not completed high school. But i do like one verse in it, "Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make it happen.'' Love, Chance or Choice When we meet the right person to love when we're at the right place at the right time, that's chance. When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice.

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All my life, I'm not sure what first love feels like, is it a possesive, demanding love or can be easily forgotten as time goes by. Until one guy taught me what a love meant and realise that I'm deep in love with him and have no courage to let him know.It started about 1 year ago after I broke up with my boyfriend when I was introduced to this handsome and attractive guy at phone by my friend.

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one of frens came back and talking to her reminds of some memories. Now i think back, i was just immature, too little boy thinking. And was laughing at myself.. its was rather the 1st orientation i took part in TP [think is acad year 97/98]. boy it was fun. i met a lot of people. On a normal usual day, i set up the Auditorium 1 for the arrival of freshies.. on the lights, set up the mics,

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searching for love is the part of the life process , every process would found 4 persons,The 1st person is you,the 2nd person is you loved most.the 3rd person is the one who loved you most.the 4th person is the one you gonna spend your whole life with.Firstly you will meet the person you loved most and felt loved.because you you understand what love is, you will find the person who loved you most

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It was just before the O level examinations when I first saw you on the west-bound MRT train, you looking so handsome and charming in the pale blue college uniform. I was instantly entranced by the sight and couldn't take my eyes of you... However, all I could do then was to absorb as much detail about you as I can,your smart face, your name written on the gold-coloured name tag and the

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"TOUCHING STORY.. My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an unflappable rock in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant. 3 years of romance, and 2 years of marriage later, I got tired. He was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never

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quoted from mei: I took a deep breath. Was I seeing things? How could he betrayed me.......? Life became coloured when I got to know Gary. Things were simple, he had finished his national service and we were in the same course in 'U' we studied and the friends we both knew introduced him to me. Although he might not be a dashing guy who would sweep your feet off, he just had that warming smile

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