Wednesday, August 11, 2010
When a girl cries for a boy
When a girl cries for a boy, it means she miss him a lot.
When a boy cries for a girl, it means no one in this world can love the girl more than that boy.
That's true..!!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
HATE letter
Read this "HATE letter". It is so funny and creative. This is a love letter from a boy to a girl.... However, the girl's father does not like him and want them stop their relationship......and so..the boy wrote this letter to the girl..he knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter..
1 "The great love that I have for you
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3 grows every day. When I see you,
4 I do not even like your face;
5 the one thing that I want to do is to
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to
7 marry you. Our last conversation
8 was very boring and has not
9 made me look forward to seeing you again.
10 You think only of yourself.
11 If we were married, I know that I would find
12 life very difficult, and I would have no
13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14 to give, but it is not something that
15 I want to give to you. No one is more
16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17 able to care for me and help me.
18 I sincerely want you to understand that
19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20 if you think this is the end. Do not try
21 to answer this. Your letters are full of
22 things that do not interest me. You have no
23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25 I am still your boyfriend."
So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES", meaning-only to read 1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.2
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
When I first saw you
When I first saw you, I was afraid to talk to you. When I first talked to you, I was afraid to like you. When I first liked you, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you I'm afraid to lose you.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
best friend
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
i love u
*12 signs your falling in love*

12. You'll read his/her txts over and over again...
11. You'll walk really really slow while you're with him/her...
10. You'll pretend 2 be shy whenever you're with him/her...
9. While thinking bout him/her...your heart will beat faster and faster...
8. By listening to his/her voice...you'll smile for no reason.
7. While looking at him/her..you cant see the other people around you...you can only see that person...
6. You'll start listening to SLOW songs.
5. He/She becomes all you think about
4. You'll get high just by their smell...
3. You'll realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them..
2. You'll do anything for him/her...
1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time....
Saturday, May 22, 2010
say i love u in different language
Language | I Love You |
Arabic | Ana Behibak (To A Male) |
Arabic | Ana Behibek (To A Female) |
Assamese | Moi Tomak Bhal Pau |
Bengali | Ami Tomay Bhalo bashi |
Bolivian | Quechua Qanta Munani |
Bulgarian | Obicham Te |
Burmese | Chit Pa De |
Cambodian | Bon Sro Lanh Oon |
Canadian | Sh'teme |
Catalan | T'estim Molt (I Love You A Lot) |
Cebuano | Gihigugma Ko Ikaw. |
Chinese | Wo Ie Ni |
Corsican | Ti Tengu Cara (To Female) |
Corsican | Ti Tengu Caru (To Male) |
Croatian | Ljubim Te |
Czech | Miluji Te |
Danish | Jeg Elsker Dig |
Dutch | Ik Hou Van Jou |
Ecuador | Quechua Canda Munani |
Esperanto | Mi Amas Vin |
Estonian | Mina Armastan Sind |
Farsi | Tora Dust Midaram |
Farsi (Persian) | Doostat Daram |
Filipino | Mahal Kita |
Finnish | Mina" Rakastan Sinua |
Flemish | Ik Zie Oe Geerne |
French | Je T'aime |
German | Ich Liebe Dich |
Greek | S' Agapo |
Gujarati | Hoon Tane Pyar Karoo chhoon |
Hebrew | Ani Ohev Otach (to Female) |
Hebrew | Ani Ohevet Otcha (to Male) |
Hindi | Mai tumse Pyar karta hoon (to Female) |
Hindi | Mai tumse Pyar karti hoon (to Male) |
Hungarian | Szeretlek |
Icelandic | Eg Elska Thig |
Indonesian | Saja Kasih Saudari |
Irish | Taim I' Ngra Leat |
Italian | Ti Amo (Relationship/Lover/Spouse) |
Japanese | Kimi O Ai Shiteru |
Kannada | Naanu Ninnanu Preethisuthene |
Kiswahili | Nakupenda |
Korean | Tangsinul Sarang Ha Yo |
Latin | Te Amo |
Latvian | Ess Milu Tevi |
Lisbon | Gramo-Te Bue', Chavalinha |
Lithuanian | Tave Myliu (Ta-Ve Mee-Lyu) |
Macedonian | Sakam Te! |
Malay/Indonesian | Aku Sayang Enkow |
Malayalam | Njyaan Ninne' Preetikyunnu |
Marathi | Me Tujhashi Prem Karto (to Female) |
Marathi | Me Tujhashi Prem Karte (to Male) |
Norwegian | Jeg Elsker Deg (Yai Elske Dai) |
Persian | Tora Dost Daram |
Polish | Kocham Cie |
Portuguese (Brazilian) | Eu Te Amo |
Punjabi | Mai Taunu Pyar Karda |
Romanian | Te Iu Besc |
Russian | Ya Vas Liubliu |
Serbian | Lubim Te |
Serbo-Croatian | Volim Te |
Sinhalese | Mama Oyata Adarei |
Slovak | Lubim Ta |
Spanish | Te Quiero |
Sri Lankan | Mama Oyata Arderyi |
Swahili | Naku Penda (the person's name follows) |
Swedish | Jag A'Lskar Dig |
Swiss-German | Ch'ha Di Ga"Rn |
Syrian/Lebanese | Bhebbek (to Female) |
Syrian/Lebanese | Bhebbak (to Male) |
Tamil | Nan Unnai Kaathalikkiren |
Telugu | Neenu Ninnu Pra'mistu'nnanu |
Thai | Ch'an Rak Khun |
Tunisian | Ha Eh Bak |
Turkish | Seni Seviyo*Rum (* means O) |
Ukrainian | Ja Tebe Kokhaju (true love) |
Urdu | Mujhe Tumse Mohabbat Hai |
Vietnamese | Em Ye'U Anh (to Man) |
Vietnamese | Anh Ye'U Em (to Woman) |
Vulcan | Wani Ra Yana Ro Aisha |
Welsh | Rwy'n Dy Garu Di |
Yugoslavian | Ya Te Volim |
Zulu | Ngiyakuthanda! |
Interlingua | Io te ama |
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