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- Me, Myself, and I
- a simple guy with a simple need.. know me b4 u judge me.. just wanna expand my circle of frenz...N I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED....!!!! haha
MAN U are magic
CHELSEA are tragic
ARSENAL are rank
liverpool are skanks
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A little bit of Rooney in our lives
A little bit of Giggs down the sides
A little bit of Larsson just what we need
A little bit of Ronaldo with his speed
A little bit of Ferdinand in defense
A little bit of Scholes he's immense
A little bit of singing from the fans
A little bit of Ferguson hes our MAN!!
- yeah dats me... n i hate dat... not me.. but the unpredictable part of me.... lolz...
- Some friends are remembered because of their smile. Some friends are remembered because of their style.
But u are remembered because u r so nice to remember..hehehe
There r many stars but the moon is u, there are many friends but the best is u.. To forget me thats up to u... To forget u I will never ever do...haha...
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A young man learns what's most
important in life from the guy next
It had been some time since Jack had
seen the old man. College, girls,
and life itself got in the way. In
fact, Jack moved clear across the
pursuit of his dreams. There, in the
rush of his busy life, Jack had little
to think about the past and often no
time to spend with his wife and son.
working on his future, and nothing
could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told
him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
is Wednesday." Memories flashed
through his mind like an old newsreel
as he sat
quietly remembering his childhood
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's
been so long since I thought of him.
I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he
died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every
time I saw him he'd ask how you were
He'd reminisce about the many days you
spent over 'his side of the fence' as
put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in,"
"You know, Jack, after your father
died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
you had a man's influence in your
life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me
carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in
this business if it weren't for him.
He spent a lot of time teaching me
things he thought were
important...Mom, I'll be there for the
funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word.
Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was
small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his
relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return
home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more
time. Standing in the doorway, Jack
paused for a moment. It was like
crossing over into another dimension,
a leap through space and time. The
house was exactly as he remembered.
Every step held memories. Every
picture, every piece of
furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he
kept locked on top of his desk.
I must have asked him a thousand times
what was inside. All he'd ever tell me
was the thing I value most," Jack
said. It was gone. Everything about
the house was exactly how Jack
remembered it, except for the box. He
figured someone from the Belser family
had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so
valuable to him," Jack said. "I better
get some sleep. I have an early flight
It had been about two weeks since Mr.
Belser died. Returning home from work
one day,Jack discovered a note in his
mailbox."Signature required on a
package. No one at home. Please stop
by the main post office within the
next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the
package. The small box was old and
looked like it had been mailed a
hundred years ago. The handwriting was
difficult to read, but the return
address caught his attention. "Mr.
Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and
ripped open the package. There inside
was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note
inside. "Upon my death, please forward
this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most
in my life."
A small key was taped to the letter.
His heart racing, as tears filling his
eyes! Jack carefully unlocked the box.
There inside he found a beautiful gold
pocket watch. Running his fingers
slowly over the finely etched casing,
he unlatched the cover. Inside he
found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold
"The thing he valued most...was...my
Jack held the watch for a few minutes
then called his office and cleared his
appointments for the next two
days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant
"I need to spend time
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To FORGET is human
FORGETTING IS IMPORTANT IN LIFE. Imagine you keep remembering all the unhappy events in the past. Life will then be pathetic. So, it’s ok to forget as long as we know where and how to look the forgotten things!!
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If you think you're beaten, you are
If you think you're dare not, you dont
If you like to win
But u think you cant
It almost certain you wont
If you think you're lose,
For out of the world we find
succes begins with a fellow's will
It's all in the state of mind
If you think you're outclassed
You've got to think high to rise
You've got to be sure of your self
Before you can win a prize
Life's battles dont always go
To the stronger or fastest man
but sooner or later
The man who win
IS THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN!!!!!!!
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