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
~"~The Truth Is Always Unbearable~"~

Sometimes, it is good to meet up with one or two of your old friends once in a blue moon. (Mm...Why of all colours, why blue? Can't it be red moon, black moon, white moon, moon should be white what~ Okay, cut the crap) We knew each other in secondary school band, she, a euphonium player and I, a percussionist. A euphonium is a brass wind instrument similar to tuba but having somewhat higher pitch and a mellower sound. I have tried blowing that piece of brass in my mouth but it sounded like shit. Normally player who have thick lips will be more suitable for brass instruments. Whereas thin-lipped will be more suitable to play wood wind instruments. And when you blow, you need to blow with technique, tilt your lips for different pitch and use the muscles in your stomach to push the air out. So the more you train, your muscles in your stomach will start to develop and harden. Speaking of the brass section, reminds me of one disgusting fact. Have you ever wonder where their saliva goes? For those who didn't know, there is one little openings located at the lower part of the instrument. The longer you played, the more saliva there is. So the player uses their fingers to push open the cover and blow hard at the instrument to force all the saliva out. Normally after a practise or performance, the floor will be flooded with saliva. Disgusting isn't it? Unhygiene isn't it? I remembered there was once we have our stage performance combined with the dance and choir. One of my dancer friend asked me why is the floor so watery everytime after our performance. So I laughed and told her it is all their salivas. She immediately gave me those 'Eeee~' look and won't dare to step in the stage for their next performance.So, what is a percussion? People would ask me "What CCA did you join?" "Band." "What instruments?" "Percussion." "Huh?"During a band performance you will notice that there is one group of people standing behind playing triangle, tambourine, mallets, drumset and even timpani. They are the percussionists. Truely, if I'm not a band member, percussionist or just someone who know nothing about music, I would think that the percussion is the most useless, unattractive group. Sometimes only a small part of the group is needed for a piece of music. Normally the drumset played the most important role in a piece. So the rest of the group prepare to sit there and dream. However, every instruments, regardless of small or big, will be able to be a hero one day. I have tried all instruments in the percussion before, but normally in a competition, I'm in-charge of tambourine and snare drum, and I like because there is alot of beats and rythm in a competition piece. However, one must trained hard for good results. And usually the truth is, you played well, you get praised, you played lousy, you're going to get it from the conductor. It is that practical, that bad. (Shall be continued some other days)Today, I've been acting guai guai sitting in the office, shake leg! Whahaha~ Song ar! Because most of our training team members has gone for training and I'm the only one left at my place. So, I browse websites, blogs, chat on msn, shake leg, blah blah blah to past the time. Then, I was talking to L and asked her out for a drink after work. Instead, I was invited to her house for dinner. I feel paiseh because her mum insist to cook my share. So touched wor~ L was making her new jizsaw that she bought recently and ask me to join in. Wa lau~ That was the piece I'm aiming to get loh! (A band picture with small characters inside doing different things) Arghhh~~~~ So DAMN jealous. I promised I'll get it some other day. It was fun that we can chat while solving the puzzle. I like to go her house because guests are treated warmly, her mum likes me too. And so I always got to share L's happenings at home. Story: -Because this morning dad said he actually wanted to boil some eggs for my breakfast, ended up the eggs was half cooked. So he tried to heat them up in a microwave. BOMB! There goes the eggs. And he still asked me why like that?- So I told L this story hoping that she will give me a reason why the eggs goes BOMB, because I also don't know why. But she just can't stop laughing and said "Why your dad is also another gong gong fellow like you? No wonder in a family." Arghhhh~~~~~ *Bitting teeth* Because she said that, I can imagine she is going to laugh like hell if I were to tell her that I also don't know why, so I decided not to say as to save some face. Hmmph! Her mum cooked chicken wings, Ju Cai fried egg, Bai Cai fried chicken breasts and a specially marinated dorry fish.After dinner, I meet Little Prince to ML house for his camera. We thought we can visit her house as she upload those photos, but she seemed relunctant to let us in, so she asked us to wait downstair. As usual, I wasn't going to listen to her crap and decided to follow her. I followed her into the lift and up to the 11th. She still gave me that relunctant look, so I lied to her that I'll go down, and I saw her walking down the stairs. I followed and reached the 10th. I stopped and turn to my right because I heard a door closing sound. But as I walked to the door, I saw a woman outside the door and a man inside the house closing the door. How strange. I bio bio here and there but didn't see her figure. So, I thought maybe I made a mistake, I thought it could at the 12th so I move my ass, bio bio here and there, NO ONE! Oh gosh! I've lost her! Sianz~ Kinda disappointed and useless that I can get lost following people in a HDB flat. Hai, what to do~ So, I went downstairs again to look for Little Prince. Soon, ML came down and she say she was living in the 10th. So, I was right in the first move. ML was nice, really bought us a gift from Thai, a frog display with candle in it though. LOL ML, where is my frog porridge?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
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