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| Journey Angela Zhang
It's a long long journey
Till i know whera i'm supposed to be
It's a long long journey
And i don't know if i can believe
When shadows fall and block my eyes
I am lost and know that i must hide
It's a long long journey
Till i find my way home to you
Many days i've spent
Drifting on through empty shores
Wondering what's my purpose
Wondering how to make me strong
I know i will falter i know i will cry
I know you'll be standing by my side
It's a long long journey
And i need to be close to you
Sometimes it feels no one understands
I don't even know why
I do the things i do
When pride builds me up till i can't see my soul
Will you break down these walls and pull me through
Cause it's a long long journey
Till i feel that i am worth the price
You paid for me on calvary
Beneath those stormy skies
When satan mocks and friends turn to foes
It feel like everything is out to make me lose control
It's a long long journey
Till i find my way home to you..to you | | |
| Who's behind the keyboard?
I just uploaded some mp3 here, hmm.. yah, just becuse im kinda bored, lol,
I got this from ffg, and i thought i'd share it with you. 
Do you remember sitting in a chat, watching people chat, or even chatting yourself. Do you remember receiving so many forwards that your mailbox was ready to explode? How about receiving an e-mail from someone just searching for an on-line friend. Have you ever wondered who these people might be that are sitting behind the keyboard? On-line we meet new people from all around the world... Some we chat with just once and move on, others we chat with time and time again and a friendship is formed.
Some become our e-mail buddies and we look forward to their e-mails each day. But have you ever really wondered, who is really behind that keyboard that you are talking to? So often we meet a friend in chat, that we stay up all night talking to. Sometimes we laugh so hard that we cannot type, other times we cry and our keyboards are all stained from tears. We chat about our lives and help each other solve problems, we lend a shoulder if we can. Did you ever think to yourself, who is really behind that keyboard?
Did you ever chat with someone who promised you that their friendship would be forever? And then they turn on you or are gone. Do you forget about them, and then move on, or do you wonder who that person really is behind that keyboard? Have you ever hid behind that keyboard, pretending to be someone you are not, just to boost your big ego? As you sat there and typed, have you ever lied, thinking "Who Cares the person behind the keyboard is only a fake person"?
Did you ever hurt someone, thinking "it's only a game"? Well, behind each and every keyboard are very real people, some might be heartless, cold people, not caring who they hurt. But then there are people that are caring, loyal & honest, and all kinds of people hoping for some companionship on-line. Behind the keyboard can be someone who is seriously depressed and their only hope is to make a friend, maybe an aging person who once had a family, but now they live too far apart to see each other perhaps there is someone who cannot walk any more, or a person so ill they are in the house forever.
As we enter the world of the internet, we should remember, it is a very real world and behind each and every keyboard is a person who has a heart and feelings. No one has a life that is pain free. So as we go on-line, whether in chat or just e-mailing we must remember To treat each person the way we want to be treated. To respect each others feelings To be honest and caring And to offer friendship Because the truth is, we do not know who is behind the keyboard or what kind of hurt someone may be feeling.
To be the best to others that you can be should be the "Key" to a good honest life. And always remember To treat others the way you would like them to treat you.
~ Author Unknown ~ sharing from a msn group | | |
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will you still love me
tomorrow,...?
and the day
thereafter?
will you still
care about me?
today, tonight
and forever?
will you still
hug me, kiss me
and embrace
me?
and even if
i'm not there anymore,..
will you still
hold the vows and promises
we've made
together?
will you still
love me?
even if i
exist nomore?
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| An Apple tree
*I intend to update my xanga as much as possible now that I think everything is cleared up. On Sunday will be mother's day, I wish my mom a happy mother's day and thanks to her she mold me into a good person. this story is like "the giving tree" by Shel Silverstein...A great story that's why i wanted to share it.
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree...
A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
Time went by. The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me." The tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my boy! I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite." The boy replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on." "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I can't really give you anything...the only thing left is my dying roots." The tree said with tears. "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, come sit with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears................. This is everyone's story.
The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad .... When we grew up, we left them...only to return to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, our parents will always be there and will do everything they could to make us happy. The boy may seem cruel to the tree but that's how most of us are treating our parents.
Go and love your parents...while there is still time. | | |
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I found another way.
And I felt as If i am right back on track once more. And this time, much stronger and much more confident than ever before. Who else will I thank for everything that's happening to me but the Lord. Thanks to Him. and to all my friends who's always beside me whenever my life stumbles up and down.
Cheers everyone. :D | | |
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