just a hug..
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.""My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.He always liked to do things early, way before the time.Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.""The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.""Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.There also is another thing, that I think you should know,He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."
"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote..."Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.I have always loved you and I know I always will.But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,And place the roses where we are, together once again."
The Origin of Coffee
SaltedCoffee Lady
Secret Age
Meet me for a coffee?
Coffee's Education
The history of coffee is as rich as the brew itself , dating back more than a thousand years.
Originally, coffee beans were taken as a food and not as a beverage.
Wishful Thinking
Should there be any wish if people on earth are not going to
satisfy whatever they owned presently?
That is what wishful thinking should be.
The Story of SaltedCoffee
~"~Killing Me Softly~"~

Recently I've just finished reading this book by Nicci French which Little Prince reccommended me. It is a story about Alice Loudon, a research scientist living in London, drops her comfortable but ordinary relationship with her boyfriend and begins a obsessive affair with a mysterious and good-looking mountaineer, Adam Tallis. Everything begins when she first set eyes on Adam Tallis across the road. Nevertheless, she decides to be with Adam though she knew nothing about his past. The mystery starts when she gathered more and more information about his past, all the things he did and those prank calls and notes.
Personal Comments: I find that this story is quite ridiculous as in the part when Alice met on Adam on the road. It is ridiculous that she could break off with her boyfriend just because of a guy met on the road. Futhermore, involved in a series of mystery that made her relationship and the whole story more complicated, confused but even more thrilling to find out more.
Therefore, I decided to borrow another novel by Nicci French(Think I shall not reveal what book I borrow until I finish =P). This morning Little Prince make me a breakfast, and this time with egg plus bacon. Then I got a half day work before I meet Little Prince again to Sengkang Library for some self-study.
Little Prince told me that this story has been film into a movie. Below is the song and lyrics that I've found on the net. (Does not gurantee the song is from the movie)
Songs: http://users.cis.net/sammy/rflack.htm
Killing Me Softly With His Song
(Roberta Flack)
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...
No matter what, Fiction are meant to be exagerated.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
salty9:48 PM
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