Sorry for the lack of communication from yours truly! I am seldom around Care2 BUT will still drop by to check out my Inbox and see what are the latest active threads in the groups joined. Am much more active @ Facebook, you see.
If you would like to add me @ Facebook, it is "Ivy Chiew" then.
Hey there. to all who have given me green stars, cute/lovely comments, emails, etc. I appreciate them all much. I have not been keeping in touch much @ Care2.
I wonder. Would any of you be interested to add me @ Facebook if you have an account there? Please look for Ivy Chiew and add me! Or, if you like, do let me have your email address and I will invite you to join.
It would most certainly help to keep in touch more often since I am there just about any other day!
Wishing you and your family good health and good luck in all. Do take good care @ all times too.
Warm regards all the way from tropical Malaysia, !vy C.
My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?
And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.
Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"
He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city . I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...and as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form ..
Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands...AND THAT'S LIFE.
"There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth."
The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems, but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.
Hello my C2 Family,
First let me say Thank
You to those of you who
have so sweetly fwd my
posts. You are SO
AWESOME!! I will never
forget your help. Anytime
I can repay the favour,
please tell me. Second,
my Submit button has
disappeared leaving ...
I posted a story on
'Brides Throwing Cats'
Instead of Flowers.It's
about how ppl photocopy
their cats and put them
in place of flowers; they
do NOT RECOMMEND anyone
actually does it. I
tried to make a comment
on it and ...
When I was in college, I
had several good friends.
One, named Bob, was 6'9
and he loved to go to
Audies to get beer and
drive back to the dorm,
where we lived on the
campus of Wright State
night at around midnight,
Bob knocked on...
I was so happy for a
while. I could sign my
petitions at the
Knight and still be
BarbCat here. But today I
notice that my name has
switched back to Barb
always up for a good
challenge *yes* Happy
I'm such an editor; I
can't stand it
when the printed
word is goofed up. And
whoever wrote this
petiton for Trayvon
really messed up. I'll
let you read the
paragraph.In the case of
Trayvon Martin--a boy who
was shot and killed on
his way to a Flo...
"Men, for years now, have
been talking about war
and peace. But now, no
longer can they just talk
about it. It is no longer
a choice between violence
and nonviolence in this
world; it's nonviolence
- Dr. Martin Luther King
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