Don’t leave

Don’t leave me lonely,
after all that we’ve been through.
Don’t leave me crying,
Or thinking about you.
We both know I’m not that strong,
But I knew it was over all along.
Don’t leave me lonely,
after all the love we shared.
Don’t leave me thinking,
You never really cared.
Please…
Don’t leave me lonely.

Types of Bosses

Which one is your boss??                                 

 

 

 

The Salty Coffee!

He met her on a party, she was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her,while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to politeness, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me back home. Suddenly he asked the waiter: would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby? He replied: when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could felt the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.

"A man who can tell out his homesick, he must be a man loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home," she thought. Then she also started to talk, talked about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continue to date. She found actually he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerance, kind hearted, warm, careful...he was such a good guy but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you, the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It's hard for me to change so I just go ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..but I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life.

If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my whole life wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: What's the taste of salty coffee?

It's sweet. She replied.

A love story.

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.
I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.
Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."
We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.
We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go. She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."
With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.
She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."
I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"
I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"
I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.
Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.
The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.
I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."
She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

ALL FALL DOWN!

There has been a blast!

Fire engines scream, ambulances sing, the souls are all bloodied.

Lives have been lost!

Men and women, young and old, everybody, everywhere scurried.

That’s not the name of my city!

The leader cries, dreams smashed, the swords have been drawn.

Beat that man, what a pity!

Men and women, young and old, everybody, everywhere, nothing but mere pawns.

That’s the man, over there!

The hands grope, the eyes search, the fingers they all point.

We’re the friends, they’ve massacred!

Men and women, young and old, everybody, everywhere, pained and are joined.

Oh, my daughter why do you cry!

Tears fall, the blood is diluted, smile turns into a frown.

Let’s stand again, let us all try!

Men and women, young and old, everybody, everywhere, all fall down...

Those Good-bye Words

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

But I'm leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane

Football Fever !!

Dear Wife/ Sweetheart/Girl Friend/ Partner/whomever it may concern,

1. Between 11 June and 11 July 2010, you should read the sports section of the newspaper so that you are aware of what is
going on regarding the World of Soccer, and that way you will be able to join in the conversations. If you fail to do this,
then you will be looked at in a bad way, or you will be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any
attention.

2. During the World Cup, the television is mine, at all times, without any exceptions. If you even take a glimpse of the
remote control, you will lose it (your eye).

3. If you have to pass by in front of the T\/ during a game, I don't mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and
without distracting me.

4. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I require a refill of my drink or something to eat.

5. You are out of your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or pick up the baby
that just fell on the floor .... It won't happen.

6. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble
on (excluding your body parts), and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch
the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the Tv between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I
missed during the day.

7. Please, please, please!! If you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, it's only a
game", or "don't worry, they'll win next time". If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you
less. Remember, you will never ever know more about football than me and your so called "words of encouragement"
will only lead to a break up or divorce.

8. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the
commercials are on, and only if the half time scores is pleasing me. In addition, please note I am saying "one" game;
hence do not use the world Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to "spend time together".

9. The replays of the goals are very important. I don't care if I have seen them or I haven't seen them, I want to see them
again, Many times.

10. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance
because:
a) I will not go,
b) I will not go, and
c) I will not go.

11. But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there in a flash.

12. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just as important as the games themselves. Do not even think
about saying "but you have already seen this...why don't you change the channel to something we can all watch?"
because, the reply will be, "Refer to Rule #2 of this list".

13. And finally, please save your expressions such as "Thank God the World Cup is only every 4 years". I am immune to these
words, because before and after this comes the Champions League, Premier League, Italian League, Spanish League, KPL,
FA Cup, Euro Cup, etc.

P/S

By the way if you get stuck on the road call the Police or AA.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Use parasols to protect skin from sun exposure

Washington, May 10 (IANS) Cancer experts are encouraging women to be creative and use parasols to protect delicate skin from the sun.

Parasols not only help keep women extra cool; they also protect their skin from early signs of ageing.

'Opening a parasol, or umbrella, on a blazing hot day continues to be a stylish and effective way to prevent skin cancer in many countries,' said Susan Chon, assistant professor in dermatology at the MD Anderson Cancer Centre, University of Texas (UT).

'Sadly, not many people carry parasols in the US, but in other countries, it is a way of life,' Chon said.

The word 'parasol' comes from Latin roots meaning 'shade' or 'shadow,' meaning an umbrella. Women around the world have been using the parasol for centuries to protect their skin.

'Skip parasols made of paper or extremely thin cloth,' Chon said. 'They offer little or no protection from the sun. Instead, get a parasol in thicker, darker coloured fabric.'

Many websites that sell Ultraviolet Protection Factor (UPF) clothing also have fun, colourful parasols. UPF indicates how much ultraviolet (UV) radiation can penetrate the fabric in clothing. Some of these parasols block as much as 95 percent of UV rays.

Seeking shade isn't just about being cool.

'The amazing thing about parasols is that they are portable and offer shade to the entire top portion of your body,' Chon says. 'They cover your face, neck, shoulders and even the tops of your arms. And, unlike hats, they don't mess up your hair.'

Chon suggests everyone should seek shade between 10:00 a.m. and 4:00 p.m. when the sun's ultraviolet (UV) rays are at their strongest.

Skin cancer is the most common form of cancer in the US. More than one million skin cancer cases are caused by overexposure to the sun, according to the American Cancer Society.

Why it takes men just milliseconds to fall for attractive women!!!

London, June 11 (ANI): Blame it on their genes, but men take just a fraction of a second to judge a woman on her looks and whether she will be a potential partner or not.

They weigh up potential partners based on their appearance because their "ancient" genetic preference for attractive mates leads them to, experts claim.
According to research, men take a woman with an attractive face to be fertile and able to continue the family line, which appeals to the man's survival instinct.
On the other hand, women take longer to decide their feelings for a man because they need to weigh up whether he will be a committed partner who will provide for them well - part of their survival programming.
Professor Mark van Vugt and Dr Johanna van Hooff, from the University of Amsterdam, and postgraduate student Helen Crawford, from the University of Kent, were behind the study.
They tested men and women's bias towards looks by conducting a series of tests on 20 women and 20 men, making them perform tasks while recording their brain activity.
While performing the task, the subjects were shown a series of photographs of faces of the opposite sex, ranging from attractive to ugly.

Men were easily distracted when they saw a pretty face but women stuck to the task.

"Men definitely have the most wandering eye but it is because they have evolved to pay attention to cues of fertility and one of those cues is facial beauty - it's not that men are shallow," the Telegraph quoted van Vugt as saying.
"But we found they do make snap judgments about women, much earlier than was previously thought. They make that decision on whether a woman would be a good mating partner in milliseconds.
"This is something very ancient and a way of helping men find the best mate to produce children.
"Women were not distracted by attractive male faces because women need more proof of whether a man is a good mate.
"Women make that decision on behaviour, whether a man is trustworthy and committed. They make their decision much later than men," he added.
The study will be published in the Oxford Journal Social ognitive and Affective Neuroscience. (ANI)