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									<title>LOVE</title>
									<link>http://www.fropper.com/ezBlog/hana83</link>
									<description>love, life, happy</description>
									<language>en-us</language>
									<pubDate>2008-Jul-02, 10:02:19</pubDate>
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						<title>Salty Coffee</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/17897</link>
						<description><![CDATA[ 
 
He met her on a party.... 
 
She was so outstanding.... 
 
Many guys chasing after her...... 
 
While he so normal...... 
 
nobody paid attetion to him....... 
 
At the end of the party....... 
 
He invited her to have a cup of 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 uncomfotable, She thought..... 
 
&quot;God please let me go home&quot;.... 
 
Suddenly he asked the waiter..... 
 
&quot;Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put in my coffee&quot;... 
 
Everybody stared at him, so strange.... 
 
His face turned red, but still he put the slat in his coffee and drank it.... 
 
She asked him curiously, &quot;why you have this habbit&quot;?.... 
 
He replied &quot;When i was a little boy, i was living near the sea&quot;.... 
 
&quot;i like playing in the sea, i colud feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee&quot;... 
 
&quot;I always think of my childhood , think of my hometown, i miss my hometown so much, i miss my parents who are&nbsp;still living there&quot;.... 
 
While saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.... 
 
That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart.... 
 
A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares bout home, has responsibilty of home... 
 
Then she also strated to speak, spoke about her fareway hometown, her chilhood and about her family.... 
 
That was a realy nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of thier story... 
 
They continued to date.... 
 
She found that actualy he was a man who meets all her demands... 
 
He had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, carefull... 
 
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 pince, 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...&nbsp; 
 
After 40 years, he passed away, left her letter which said... 
 
&quot;My dearest, Please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie i said to you... 'The Salty Coffee'. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at the time, actualy i wanted some sugar, but i said salt, it was hard to me change so i just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell 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 trut: i don't like that 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 for my whole life. If i can live for the second time, still want to know you and you for my whole life, even though i have to drink the salty coffee again&quot;..... 
 
Her tears made the letter totally wet... 
 
Someday, someone asked her &quot;What is the taste of salty coffee&quot;... 
 
&quot;It's sweet&quot; She replied..... 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Love is not to forget bot to forgive, 
not to see but to understand.... 
 
not to hear but to listen, 
not to let go but to HOLD ON.... 
 
Dont ever leave the one you love for the one you like, 
becouse the one you like will leave you for the one they love... 
 
Find a guy who calls you beautifull, 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 sweats... 
 
Who holds your hand in front of his frends... 
 
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you... 
 
Wait for the one who turn's to his frend's and say's&nbsp; 
 
&quot;THAT'S HER&quot;.... 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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						<pubDate>Jul 02, '08</pubDate>
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						<title>TRUE LOVE</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/15996</link>
						<description><![CDATA[On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.   When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,&quot;It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go. Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...&quot;  Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really playwith such expensive toys.  While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, &quot;Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?&quot;   The old lady replied, &quot;You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.&quot;   Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.   Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to. &quot;It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas.&nbsp;He was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.&quot;    I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. &quot;No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.&quot;His eyes were so sad while saying this. &quot;My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister.&quot;   My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, &quot;I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket.&quot; Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, &quot;I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.&quot; I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.&quot;    Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, &quot;What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?&quot;   &quot;Ok,&quot; he said. &quot;I hope that I have enough.&quot;   I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said, &quot;Thank you God for giving me enough money.&quot; Then he looked at me and added, &quot;I asked yesterday before I slept for  God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me.&quot; &quot;I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.&quot;   &quot;You know, my mummy loves white rose.&quot;   A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.   Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get  out of the coma.   Was this the family of the little boy?   Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.    She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. &nbsp; I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.&nbsp;  The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine.&nbsp;  And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.  A true love is not love till you show it to sumone...  So always show u r love before its too late...  Watever mistakes we have done, we cant take it back...  The beauty of life does not depand on how happy you are, but on how happy others can be bacause of you..  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>May 28, '08</pubDate>
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