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*You're sitting at a table, having a meal with some friends. Bowls of soup are served to everyone at the table. Before tasting the soup, the person next to you reaches for the salt and pepper, and for the next 20 seconds vigorously shakes into the soup more salt and pepper than you would use in a month.

You have a pained look on your face. These thoughts immediately go through your mind: "Why would you put salt and pepper in soup, or on any dish, BEFORE you taste it? How do you know how much to add?" You might also think, "How can someone put so much salt and pepper in their food?"

I'm in between sponsor nowadays as my visa transfer is under process. Thus, until my sponsorship is transferred, my BOSS (the General Manager) will not sign the SALARY TRANSFER LETTER (which i have to submit) together with my offer letter and the company's commercial registration certificate to the BANK where I keep a savings account.

It so happened that as soon as i started with my new job, I am so busy with the tasks assigned to me that I couldn't get away that easily and sometimes work late nights. Then i have to bring some work home and work on it till wee hours in the morning. For the past 3 and a half weeks, I am toiling (and loving it), and though I communicate with the bank, I could not go in person for two reasons:

I did what my father did...when I said i won't be like him when I grow up.

You see...My FATHER left US to work abroad when me and my siblings were still young...came back when we're all grown up and having own own lives to live. Me and my siblings' relationship with our father is a very distant one up to this very day.

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And TODAY, I called my MOM today after work, talked to my son and asked where's my teenage daughter (she's 17 and a half now years old now). Mom said she's out bowling with friends. Hmmmm....on a school night? My Dad will raise a fit again (like the time I WAS in my UNIVERSITY days years ago)

Called my daughter to check on her (I'm still the worry wart of a mother...lol).

It's ironic that people would take life for granted...

http://susie1114.com...

I got mixed emotions as I was viewing/reading this...

I wish I could kick his stupid /-a-t-/$$ but then again...it made me think/contemplate if I've been nice to "her" myself?

I must be missing HOME...and I've got to do something about it REALLY SOON...

From the very first time i rest my eyes on you boy
My heart said follow through
But i know now that i'm way down on your line
But the waiting feeling's fine

So don't treat me like a puppet on a string
'cuz i know how to do my thing
Don't talk to me as if you think i'm dumb
I wanna know when you gotta come
Yah see

Chorus:
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
'cuz summer is here and i'm still waiting there
Winter is here and i'm still waiting there

Like i said
It's been three years since i'm knockin' on your door
And still can knock some more
Ooh boy, ooh boy
Is it crazy look i wanna know now
For I to knock some more

Ya see

There is a part of me that feels I am different from everyone else.
Something that I can't quite see, something that I can't quite feel,
Something so unreal but this 'thing' is always there,
Sometimes, I feel so lost and sad,
I can't fill this empty space; my heart is filled with the pain of loneliness.
I don't know the reason for the sorrow I feel,
You see me in my daily grind, so confident and strong;
I'm usually upbeat and happy.
Yet I feel I'm so alone, I question just where I belong.
Whatever caused this feeling must have been so horrible and bad.
A lost memory or something else, I'll never know,
Whatever it is, I know for sure...I can never let this feeling show.

I sometimes find I'm drifting through this life without effect;

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam.

He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know," the son continued. "He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

Brown Eyes (By: Destiny's Child)
(Actually, his eyes are "blue")

Remember the first day when I saw your face
remember the first day when you smiled at me
you stepped to me and you said to me
I was the woman you dreamed about
remember the first day when you called my house
remember the first day when you took me out
we had butterflies although we tried to hide
and we both had a beautiful night

The way we held each others hand
the way we talked the way we laughed
it felt so good to find true love
I knew right then and there you were the one

Refrain:
I know that he loves me cause he told me so
I know that he loves me cause his feelings show
when he stares at me you know that he cares for me
you see how he is so deep in love

There was once a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail in to the back of the fence.

The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails in to the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails in to the fence. Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.

He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. In a specific point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The other one, who got slapped, was hurt, but without anything to say, he wrote in the sand:

"TODAY, MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE".

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who got slapped and hurt started drowning, and the other friend saved him. When he recovered from the fright, he wrote on a stone:

"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE".

The friend who saved and slapped his best friend, asked him, "Why, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now you write on a stone?"

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side and give me support
And in return he’ll get my support
He will listen to me when I want to speak
About the world we live in and life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
He’ll hear me out and wont easily be converted
To my way of thinking in fact he'll often disagree
But at the end of it all he will understand me

I want somebody who cares for me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things in a different light
All the things I detest I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied to anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of those things

It's a roller-coater ride since yesterday as my emotions ruled over my head. Quite untypical of me as I am try to be as level-headed as I can.

Let's see now, last night:

1. I had an heated discussion on the board last night with a newbie, my friend SL and ??? (forgot the nick) around 6:00PM- 8PM about KARWA taxi cabs

2. I LOGGED OFF about past AT 8:30PM and met APPLE last night for coffee and chitchat

3. Came home around 11PM and logged on to QL till past 12midnight

And Today:

1. I received a PM from someone i never knew who existed; PM didn't made sense so I posted it thinking it's another TROLL.

2. My antagonist posted another thread claiming that I WAS THE ONE Sending him e-mails and PM's (OMG...AND YES...WTF).

...is Latin and means 'things that are yearned for', which in the context of the poem more closely means 'essential things'.

Two years ago, A very close friend gave me a pocketsize copy of this poem as a "going-away" present. I'd like to share it with you...

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Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

Turn Me On
(Nora Jones)

Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come home and turn me on

Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone
After all, you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on

My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune
The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me on

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