Monday, August 28, 2006
I'm sure most of us knows wat is blog right? If u dunno den where are u now? Inside my blog lor...haha...paisae sidetrack abit... okay..now's my real question....Then do u guys know wat is clog???
Actualli it's the short form of "comics blog"..... so wat is comics blog? It's actualli a blog specifically for comics onli...which means the entry u post will be abt the comics tat are drawn....i knew this was cos i came across this article in the Fridae Weekly....& it introduced CLOG...
These are some clog sites found in the articles:
Actualli there are sum more lah..bt lazy to list all out...hehe..perhaphs all comics fanatics like me will like bah...becos i like comics tats y i was attracted by this article...maybe i can go create my clog hor...haha =P
Oh ya...i came across this forwarded mail from my fren...& i felt tat it's really touching so i posted it up...it's a true story adapted from 933 yin yue ri ji...
My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an unflappable rock in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant.
3 years of romance, and 2 years of marriage later, I got tired. He was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never surprised me, and nothing changed in our marriage. After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I wanted to leave him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze...what kind of man was I married to that didn't even know what to say to make me stay?
After a while, he spoke, "What can I do to change your mind?". "I will stay if you can give me a good answer to this question," I replied coldly. "If I asked for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew that getting it for me means certain death, would you get it for me?". His face grew troubled. "Can I give you an answer tomorrow morning?" he asked. Hearing that kind of answer, my heart died. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn't even give me a answer straight away.
The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under a warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as I read it...."Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant certain death. But before you leave, I hope you can give me a chance to give you my reasons.....
You will always sit in front of the computer and type about for the whole day, but everytime you will end up in tears cause your formating will always go all over the place....I need my fingers, to do the formating for you, so your tears will become smiles. You like to travel, but would always get lost....I need my eyes, so that I can bring you to the nicest places on earth. Everytime you leave the house, you would always forget your keys....I need my legs, so that I can run home to open the door for you. You never knew how to take care of yourself....I need my hands to help you get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you grow old, to trim your nails, to feed you.
So you see, that's why I can't pick the flower for you. Until I find someone who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take care of you. If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be waiting with your favourite muffin."
With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there he stood, with a extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say, but just stood there waving the packet he had in his hand in front of me. And then I knew for a fact that I will never find another man who will ever love me as much as he does.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to...doesn't mean that they don't love you with all they have... . Kinda nice & touching right?
~ FaDes oFF ~
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