tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45190236510211895572011-11-28T07:59:08.271+08:00"Winners Are Just Ex-Losers Who Got Angry And Did Something About It"Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131635583548942820noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519023651021189557.post-47325208297726615142010-06-04T10:09:00.003+08:002010-06-04T10:13:16.103+08:00

I love you, thats oh so true,My feelings will never changeNo matter what.....I know I can never have youLove you is all I can doI will always be there for youFor I am you friend foremost and alwaysI would like to see you get married andhave a family one dayLove that I cannot have...does not mean others can'tFaith is such for me.....I can only love you and not have you...

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I know I love youI know I want youI know I miss you alwaysIts you on my mind alwaysOne day I hope to beThe only one in your LIFE

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I just wanted u to know thati may not talk to u all the timei may not write u mail at timesi may not miss u at timeswhat im trying to say thatill be there when u need someone to talkill be there when u need a sholder to cry onAt times, ill be thinking of u and smile.At times i ll be wondering how u doing,what will u be doing now.etcAt times, its only you I think off..And thinking & wondering is

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And just like that i walked out of his life. Its dark in here, i feel the breeze on my face, I'm sitting here watching the ocean, there are people around me dancing and singing but why do i feel lonely? I'm really trying baby, I'm doing my best not to miss you. Today i told myself i wasn’t allowed to need you anymore, i asked my heart to stop loving you. But why do i still feel this emptiness? My

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You came into my life from nowhere...How was I to knowyou going to sweep me off my feet. What is it about you...how come I can relate to you so much. From casual 'hellos' to I miss you and....goshhhh I was fallingfor you..but how can I? Why you? I dont even know you much, yetmy feelings for you are so strong. I long to see you on chat daily....thatsmy only way of communicating with you. As

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Was I wrong to love youWas I wrong to tell youI thought you needed to knowWhy did you disappear from my lifeLeaving me feeling so empty, lost and hurtOnly If I knew.....I would have just keptyou as my friend

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Check this site out......give it a try..thankEnjoy the new experience of purchasing pantry items online and surf our website: http://www.doorstep.com.my

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The Missing LinkMany times when I was much younger, I used to be so sad & disappointed that mum never cared much for me (at least that’s how I felt at that time). You see I have an elder sister whom is just a year older than me.I provided quite a lot for my family even being a gal (as most gals are not required to provide for the family in my family circle) so whenever my mum buys clothing for

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Child star who became a living legend (RIP)Singer Michael Jackson has died after suffering a heart attack at his Los Angeles home. He found fame as a child star with the Jackson Five and was revered as a living legend all his life by his fans. The seventh of nine children, he joined his brothers' pop group in 1964 playing tambourine and bongos. The five Jackson boys - Jackie, Tito, Jermaine,

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Sometimes we wonder why things happens to us..we scream & yell at GOD...why me....Watch this video....truly amazing the love of the baby's parents.This video was featured on Oprah's show...watch it please

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From a very young age I have always been fascinated by the moon. There were folk stories of the moon, lullaby of the moon and to me I always see an old lady in the moon (ha ha ha).The moon inspires me in many ways, I can just sit & stare at the moon for hours…no thoughts in the mind. Or I can talk & tell stories, share my problems to the moon, it only hears but never answers me back…..so it can

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Memories is all I haveMemories that I want to forgetMemories that I cant forgetMemories that made me love youMemories....both good times & bad timesMemories of you is all I will haveMemories of you is all I will need...to go on for ever and ever

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JUST INSPIRATIONAL If this doesn't touch you and move you, I don't know what will. The power of the human spirit is shown at its mightiest by this one little girl. I salute her.Qian HongYan lost her legs in an accidentHer family in China are poor and couldn't afford prosthetic legs, so she uses a basketball to help her move. - Qian uses two wooden props to drag herself, and never complain, even

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U WAS THERELOVE WAS THERE I WAS HERE.I WAS HERE LOVE WAS HERE U WAS THERE.I WAS THERE LOVE WAS THEREU WAS HERE LOVE WAS HERELOVE WAS THERE AND HEREME &U WAS NOWEREBUT THE POEM WAS HERE.YOU, ME & LOVEYou are gentle,You are differentYou are charmingYou are handsomeYour are a simple soulI am ambitiousI am crazyI care for lots of thingsI have a caring heartI can be very stubbornLove, that’s what

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There is pain inside of meThe pain that I don’t understandIt hurts ….yes it doesBut what is it that’s hurting meWhy can’t I point a finger at it?Tears flow freely & unknowinglyYet there is no reason for the tearsAm I losing it?Maybe its just midlife crisis…How do I get out of this mystery misery?FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY I THOUGHT OF SUCIDE

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Came across this article...find it very fasinating for me....just sharing with all whom might have the same interest...The real soul is birthless, death less, immortal, and infinite. The same real soul, under the spell of ignorance, appears as the apparent man identified with the body, mind and senses. This apparent man becomes, on account of his attachment to the body, a victim of birth and

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This is an Incredible story. Please read till the end. In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University . On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and

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The family wheeled Grandma out on the lawn, in her wheelchair, where the activities for her 100th birthday were taking place. Grandma couldn't speak very well, but she would write notes when she needed to communicate. After a short time out on the lawn, Grandma started leaning off to the right, so some family members grabbed her, straightened her up, and stuffed pillows on her right. A short time

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never under estimate elderly people..they can be smarter than us..hahahhahahI took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 92). We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. My dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and find

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An old man placed an order for one hamburger, French fries and a drink. He unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it inhalf, placing one half in front of his wife. He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing theminto two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. He took a sip of the drink; his wife took a sip and then setthe cup down

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Positive in Life - By Swami Niranjanananda Saraswati If there are two piles, one of gold and one of dirt, which one will you choose? The gold one. If there is only one pile in which the dirt and gold are mixed, what will you do? Separate the gold from the dirt and take the gold. Can you do that with yourself? The personality is a combination of both rubbish and gold. Generally people are affected

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Yanni is one of my favourite artist....his concert at the Accropills was simply great, sharing one of his masterpiece here with you all..........

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Yanni is one of my favourite artist, his Ocrropolis concert was simply great.....sharing here with you all another great clip....

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Watch this clip, dreaming & sleepwalking dog...

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The world of the rich and famous is fascinating for many of us. They lead the life many of us want and they do what we only dream of us. Being a food fanatic, this time we’ll have a look at the most expensive foods in the world, most expensive drinks, deserts or spices. 1. Saffron, a spice grown worldwide, is derived from the saffron crocus flower. A pound of dry saffron (0.45 kg) requires

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Why wedding ring should be put on the fourth finger?? Thumb represents parents Second finger represents brothers & sisters Center finger represents own self Fourth finger represents your partner Last finger represents your children Really interesting Why wedding ring should be put on the fourth finger?? Pls read the following, you may not believe that really god made this a miracle (this is from

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Hi Guys, This is one of the true inspiring stories I have read in recent times and I am sure you’d be glued to this right till the end. J Recommended. The Inspiring Story of Sudha It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my post graduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were

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Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra, the Pantaloons Femina Miss Pooja Chopra with her mother. I don’t know where to begin... they were terrible times.. My husband was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the

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Here I am sharing popular local recipes from a well known chef/cook whom havepublished nmany wonderful cook books. Will update with more sites from time totime....yummy!The Star Online - Kuali, Malaysia Recipes

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The Original and Untouched Ancient Huna from Hawaii for you in Sydney - Trainings and Seminars

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How To Meditate - Meditation Techniques And PosesMeditation is one of the most important features of yoga and you can actually say that the two are inseparable. Meditation is like a higher level of awareness with sustained and deeper concentration with a clear focus on the spiritual. It requires complete clarity of thought and mind, while at the same time your mind should be free of all thought

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The Mystic -- 32 Life Lessons in Higher Consciousness

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What Makes A Malaysian A Malaysian 1. You can name all the players from the the English Premier League, but ask you to name one football player from Malaysia , one name also cannot come out. 2. When StreamyX come, you complain StreamyX too slow. When Maxis Broadband come, you complain Maxis Broadband always disconnects. When WiMax come, you complain Wimax too expensive. In the end, you say

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I respect this fm a muslim writer,plz be free thinker n no offence meant. Dr Mohamed Rafick Khan bin Abdul Rahman I have been following the story of the construction of a centralized and modern pig farm in Kampung Tumbuk in Kuala Langat and how the issue of religious sensitivity and racial cards has been played by the Opposition (i.e. The BN people) in Selangor.The issue also appears to have

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Train LoveIt was like a gentle windThat's how i felt your presenceA subtle blow of freshnessI turn to see and Its youI find beside me.......Oh how my heart wantsto get to know youOh how i long to get closer to you....But do I know you?Do u know me?We are just strangers in a moving trainDays turned into weeks & months & yearsWe somehow stand next to each otherin that train for two yearsBut you

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I stare out of the windowInto the lonely niteAnd there were YouStaring from Up aboveYou were lonely tooAll still & quite out thereJust You & MeAre u missing some1Am i missing some1Whom do u long forWhom do i long forOnly the silent niteknows the answer

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Rose GardenOnce there was a rose gardenIt was my grandma’s gardenShe cared for her roses so muchHer roses were a sight to beholdThat little rose garden has seenMany seasons of wedding, funeralsAnd birthdays…..There is always a rose for every andAny occasions….Oh How I loved my grandma’s rose gardenNow that she is gone, I do wonder how isThe garden…..its been ages since I wentTo my grandma’s old

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A Tear FellI shed a tear todaySilently, I felt it fallYou caught itshared itheld itfelt itthensuddenlyit wasn'tso bigafter all

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Sandandstone - Google Docs

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Play Word Spy

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Plots given to five-year-olds and grassroots politicians

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Practice makes a man perfect... - But nobody's perfect...... so whypractice?Money is not everything. - There's MasterCard & Visa.One should love animals. - They are so tasty.Save water. - Shower with your girl friend.Love thy neighbour. - But don't get caught.Behind every successful man, there is a woman - And behind everyunsuccessful man, there are two.Every man should marry. - After all,

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This might just be a documentary but I hope those of u whom "have made it ahabit" to waste food, will think twice the next time.http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte

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Started on Herbalife Shape Works program abt 2 weeks ago.....must admitit does work. Started to loose cms here & there within just 3 days of takingthose delicious shakes.

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