Pieces

I tried to be perfect but nothing was worth it
I don't believe it makes me real
I thought it'd be easy but no one believes me
I meant all the things I said

if you believe it's in my soul
I'd say all the words that I know
just to see if it would show
that I'm trying to let you know
that I'm better off on my own

this place is so empty
my thoughts are so tempting
I don't know how it got so bad
sometimes it's so crazy that nothing can save me
but it's the only thing that I have

if you believe it's in my soul
I'd say all the words that I know
just to see if it would show
that I'm trying to let you know
that I'm better off on my own

I tried to be perfect it just wasn't worth it
nothing could ever be so wrong
it's hard to believe me
it never gets easy
I guess I knew that all along

if you believe it's in my soul
I'd say all the words that I know
just to see if it would show
that I'm trying to let you know
that I'm better off on my own

Nice song ain't it? It virtually expresses my feelings i guess... well its really nice song , so nice that we wanted to jam it. HIack

One day a boy ask his dad..

"dad , why did Jimmy helped me with my work when i didn't even ask him too?"

"Thats what friends are for..." the latter replied.

The boy ask again, " Why did Jimmy gave me his share of the apple pie when i couldn't get any ? "

"Son, that again is what friends are for" he replied , simultaneously...

"And are friends for ,being sad together with u? like when ur sad ? And are friends for ,being there for u when u are at the lowest part of your life? And are friends there to guide u , help u , cry with u, laugh with u , play with u ... no matter the odds?" the boy rattles

"Yea... Appreciate ur friends for what they are .. becoz they are ur friends for what they are... whom they are ..and they will form part of ur life "dad said.

ANd so.... the boy ... went on to make more friends ....and live happily ever after....

NOT

Well perharps thats the best results we all wanted... but , snap back to reality guys, which is sadly.. always cold and cruel. Ignoable personalities enrapture the society , dwindling the meaning of friendship, to perharps as a mere statement , or as a tool to accomplish personal desires.

Hah, but one ting remains true i guess... we find true friends and we cherish them, simple as that...

Period

I love flame wars..

WEll, if some of you would be wondering wat flame wars are.. its a term used in this webby i'm frequenting..www.togoparts.com -_- which meant of some one getting all the negative feed backs of sth....arising to an intellectual conflict inbetween opposition parties . Hah, in a nut shell... its just ppl quarelling on the net.

So , i said i have a rather.. sick passion for this kinda "sessions". Some wat, it kinda entertains me to a certain extent on how , one... decide to fight for his or her stand ; rational.. or ridiculously absurb. The way some phrase their thoughts.. through maybe words... i said maybe.. coz i duno what kinda other forms of communication they use... regardless of whether it is or not.. understandable.. ~laugh.

Thus, i'll be grinning ear to ear ,at how ppl dig their own hole and throw themselves inside if u peeps get what i meant.. not forgetting the times where they just forget~ to make more amusement for the public by adding more....bull shet. Lol.. yea bull shet.. nonsense, crap...

Ay, my my ... since when had poor old jc turned into such a sadist.. oh well.. as long as he's happy i guess..

LOl

Ay, blog peeps.. i'll be mia.... do contact me ya.. If u reallly reallllly nid sth from me URGENTLY.. lol.. i'm not leaving my contact no.... u peeps shud have it.. Till den... blog peeps.. have a gd day.. i meant it. >_<

Happy birthday Pz!!!!

Once again , ur older den me again.


Wth~

Well, had quite an enriching day today.. Did a quest..~! 19 sweets dedication.. and ay.. it was an effort worth while la..

Ay, palawan tml plz....

Out~

The new padlock.

"Hi every one this is Me again, from class 933.3 fm, its 2 in the morning now and i'm here to keep u company.. for now.. lets go back to the 80s and listen to some golden classics.."... the radio aired some wasted oldies on the fm. I hummed to the tune as i drove along the same stretch of road. My back ached from those nites on the polyester bed i " D.I.Y' for my self. Ah teck....the first store i nid to deliver the fish balls to.... my eyes set on the horizon non- chalantly as the daily routines begans.

"pAk!" that sound of my door closing signifies the end of my day .I drove, wearily to the nearest coffee shop to get break fast for my children. Ay , my children.. i've 3 kids. 2 sons and one daughter. My elder son is already 18, hah... i still remmeber the times when he was still small and i'ld so much wanted to bring him wiht me for fishing like any other dad wuold do. And my daughter... Shes alil way ward now..but i tink she'ld do fine. Not forgetting my youngest son.. hah, he looks nerdy and all now.. but i tink he'll turn out to be like a fine gentlemen. WEll, its almost dawn and they'll be waking up to go to school... I stepped on the throttle to go as fast as the old raven can go.

" Wan ton noodles 3 packs plz, take away , 2 no chilli 1 with chilli . "i told the hawker. " Soya milk please , the biggest packet... and one kopi o, less sugar Thks~!"


I drove home after collecting the food. Submited to my body's cries of pain.. i was so realived that i got home able to rest for that 2 hours before setting to work again. Gingerly.. i took out my keys and slot it into the padlock. denial. I tried again... the key won't go in. Feeling weird.... i took a closer look at the padlock. "Queens padlock"it stated as the brand.A new pad lock.Remorse and melachony stabbed my heart. I know that i've took a wrong step and i couldn't amend it any more.. There is no second chance left. I left with a heavy haert.

As the packets of breakfast hung on the door's handle.

Birthdays.

Birthdays are dates that account for one's date of birth. Its the day that one's mother , bears the pain of labours in the ward for hours giving birth, and the significant day that ends the torment she had been having for the past 9 or so months. This is the day which children would express gratitude to their mother.

Birthdays,carries lots of other kind of meanings. It brings out loves from hearts of ppl who cared for the one celebrating his or her birthday. Love in the sense can be tangible , or pragmatic .. no matter how illusive, transparent it is.. One can raelised whether he or she is loved by ppl who care.Love is felt, not seen nor heard.


Birthdays also developes cohesion in families. No matter how torn apart a family is, birthdays of the members in the family would always be remembered by the rest of the family members. And , the family members would do their best to make the particular family member who is having his or her birthday happy on that very special day. How ever, the ultimate pain would be when family members don't remember ur birthday .... and does stuffs that pains u in the heart on ur birthday... that leads to how birthdays represents cohesiveness in a family as well.

Friends play an important role in ur birthdays too.Birthdays would signify how u stand in the eyes of ur friends. How appreciated u are by friends. No doubt , u'ld be very sad when u sat alone at ur party waiting for friends to come... from 7 till 11.. hah, birthdays also signifies loniless for some and perharps sadness.

Well, i don;t know about u guys, but i feel that birhdays are very special occassions which could only occur once a year, and its supposed to be Happy, because every one goes.."hey dude, HAPPY BIRTHDAY" well, thats what i've been taught from youung and thats what i thought. Till recently.. Hah, happy birthday to my self...... =)


period....

Birthdays.

Birthdays are dates that account for one's date of birth. Its the day that one's mother , bears the pain of labours in the ward for hours giving birth, and the significant day that ends the torment she had been having for the past 9 or so months. This is the day which children would express gratitude to their mother.

Birthdays,carries lots of other kind of meanings. It brings out loves from hearts of ppl who cared for the one celebrating his or her birthday. Love in the sense can be tangible , or pragmatic .. no matter how illusive, transparent it is.. One can raelised whether he or she is loved by ppl who care.Love is felt, not seen nor heard.


Birthdays also developes cohesion in families. No matter how torn apart a family is, birthdays of the members in the family would always be remembered by the rest of the family members. And , the family members would do their best to make the particular family member who is having his or her birthday happy on that very special day. How ever, the ultimate pain would be when family members don't remember ur birthday .... and does stuffs that pains u in the heart on ur birthday... that leads to how birthdays represents cohesiveness in a family as well.

Friends play an important role in ur birthdays too.Birthdays would signify how u stand in the eyes of ur friends. How appreciated u are by friends. No doubt , u'ld be very sad when u sat alone at ur party waiting for friends to come... from 7 till 11.. hah, birthdays also signifies loniless for some and perharps sadness.

Well, i don;t know about u guys, but i feel that birhdays are very special occassions which could only occur once a year, and its supposed to be Happy, because every one goes.."hey dude, HAPPY BIRTHDAY" well, thats what i've been taught from youung and thats what i thought. Till recently.. Hah, happy birthday to my self...... =)


period....

Sitting up watching the north western sunrise.. creeping out of high rises..

I think its time i let go of my dog.. Whats meant to be gone.. willl be gone...Whats meant to be mine , will belong to me. Whats not won't.

I'm not holding to any hope that he'ld be back any more.Gave Up.

I know it sucked and all, but i figure out that its pointless brooding over it already. You might say that i give up easily and i don't love my dog much.. I'll reckon with that kinda statements made. Its times like this I want to focus on living my life better by forgetting the pain caused from all the sadness, just let me be and stop rubbing salt into everyting ok?

To the peeps who help me throughout this ordeal.. Thks alot, I meant it. Its through times like this u felt love ,care and concern from friends and love ones around u. Trully with all my heart.. i appreciated it.

Good bye beng.

I'm tired... just too tired bahz..

I nid help.

I know this is crazy but i nid the help...of blog peeps to go flat by flat at the block next to me to look for my dog.. I seriously hear the dog barking for the past few days.. so I'll nid to go flat by flat block by block to go look for it. But i can't do it alone.. PLZ!!! i nid help.

Tml if possible !! contact me on my cell 90214103.. to enlist.. UR HELP WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!!!

Hate Tears Pain Jealousy Greed creed

Perharps i've been a jerk too much recently. Yes.. Indeed I am one. NOT recently.. always.


Sorry if i made any one's day bad.. really... i meant it.

Beng is lost. no news for him. worried and sad i am.. hating myself too. Deeep inside i'm selfish. I always wanted things for myself. I'm an ass. Trully. I never tot for others. I want tings greedily... for myself. I want beng to be there when i'm sad.... I want attention .. I want People to acknowledge my existence. I want all of this. Every ting i wanted .. i want it for myself.. nvr giving....always receiving.


I'ld complain i'm alone.. when there is so many ppl out there feeling alone too. I'ld complain i'm alone when i'm the one who wants to be left alone. I want to show care and concern... only to want to accept it back.I'm a parasite to man kind.. defect of god's creation.


Who i am hates who i've been... -relient K

Beng come home..

WHere are you boy? Why aren't u beside me now? U'ld always stayed beside me when i'm using the com.. Why aren't you here now? Where are you? PLease come home...


I'll let you have part of my bed if u come back boy.. U'ld used to fight with me for the bed during bed time. Without u around.. no one is there to fight with me for the bed. Come home beng..

You''re always there when the whole world turn its back on me.. but now... u aren't there.. nobody is there for me.. I nid u beng.. come home..

U'ld always wake me up from my sleep at 9 , without u , i can't wake up.. and i find it so hard to fall asleep.. beng come home...

I promise to buy lotsa dog treats for you when you come home beng.. plz come home.

Don't leeave me hanging on the thread alone boy..your my cure from this ilitious world..come home now beng..

Please beng.. i beg of u .. come home...

Dear blog peeps, i nid alittle bit of ur help now .... dearly.... I've lost my dog... Ah beng, on a thursday morning on march 02 . If any one of you guys spot it .. any where.. PLZ!!!! contact me!.. The family really misses the dog dearly.. SO plz.. Help by contacting me either way.. on msn via Junchin02@hotmail.com .. my email.. 90214103..my cell...THanks alot!...

Heres a picture of him..

Food for thought- Is it more embarressing to fart in the public or to burp in the cinema or to walk with ur fly open in the mall??


Hmm, ROT my day away today.-_- Ay naruto 167.... bleach 70...


So i've been wondering.. what am i gonna do during the break. WOrk? i can't find one. PLay? with who? Chalet? we can't find any common time together.. ay... i guess i'll be serisouly rotting away my holidays too~ Aw crap.. but i'm sure looking forward to my birthday!!! lol, ay.. this is not a reminder.. i'm not trying to tell u guys that my birthday is on the 17th..i'm not trying to hint to u guys that i want presents... i'm not doing anything of the above mentioned.. seriously~...-_^

YAY! 3 down 1 to go..

Ay , so... stress level reduced by 75%... left with Java.. Ay, i dont wanna tok abuot it >_<.... I had my Managament and organisations behaviour examstoday.. Mob for short.. Ay, think i'm so gonna not do well for that paper.. Dreads~ Well, its over now i guess , went to town.. to eat. Ay, pepper lunch...I think i need to work on my japanese pronounciation more. Ko ni chi wA! Omaiwa ~! ay crap, i also nid to work on some language skills too.. with dinner over , we went for pool.. after which we went to be posers. Lol, I wanted to start a gang fight with my tie!!!! Crap. Went to esplanade.. there was this really cool gig there.. Damn, the vocalist damn natural~ ay.. After that we went to the did some photo shots. ay, posers we are.. a group of korean tourists actually approached us to look at our great "art work" .. lol pretty cool, i starrted tokking to them with my japanese accnet and greeted one of them wtih the AN nyeong haseyo.. lol, its a good ting i learnt korean from hazel.. lol, it promotes that i'm a internationally friendly person LOL.. ay , crap... i'll end here.. with a pic of us , the pee dudes.

Alrite heres to all the coffee lovers out there...

Orite, After sometime off , its time i did some decent blogging .. AM having my exams now. Stressed Mode.... Any way , In this post , i'ld like to review this blend of coffee by nescafe,its called the blend 37 ,Cup of character.


I was just doing my groceries for my grand ma when i realised that we're running outta COFFEE~.. So , i went over to the dried goods sections and there it was.. In a dark , gothic yet attractive Bottle..OUt of curiosity , i grab a bottle and turn to its back and looked. There this interesting read abuot this man who survived in a ship wreck and lived on coffee for 37 years. The astonishing news break through recently and its said that nescafe wanted to make a debute out off this extraordinary man , thus Voila... the blend 37 was created ,re enacting the 37 years the man spent on his salvage.

I looked at the gold blend , i've normally drink.. and look at blend 37 again and instinctly... i looked at the priced.. a dollar difference. Lifted a brow -_^ .. Well, its not too bad to spend another dollar for something new i thought. Thus , in goes blend 37 into the shopping cart.

As soon as i dropped my groceries in the kitchen, i scourge for that bottle of my precious. Twisted the bottle cap, peeled off the protective Layer.. Ay, protective layer.. doesn't that sound risque... Lol. I tooked up my mug , my spoon , dunk the spoon into the bottle of precious.. scooped a spoonful outta the bottle. Grab my creamer, my brown sugar... did some chemical reaction.. ta da... the wonderful cup brown liquid is finished!!!! MUahahahahaha... -_-


Ay, took my virgin sip for the new blend..Ay, more then i anticipated. It was a whole new taste~! That gingerly sour taste from gold blend... was taken over by a more robust.. mild bitterness. The aroma of the coffee is amazing as it spreads to every corners of ur mouth. So much so that u could actually smell the coffee while its in ur mouth. NIce~ For that 1 dollar difference.. its worth it >_<\/


Right , so if any of you guys run out of coffee at home, do remember this post of mine and go try Blend 37 out ~..

Ay , wats better then watching Movie parodies after a tough day at school? Lol , snugggle up and chill peeps and enjoy the parodies laughs after laughs..

Star wars MTV?

She scurries to the toilet... locks the door urgently and reached out for the side cupboard . From the highest level, cleverly concealed was a packet to marlboro lights. 1,2,3....8 she counted. Gingerly , she pulled out one stalk and stroke a match.Her heart pounded rapidly as her stalk of ciggarrette is being lit. Suddenly , the door burst open and her mother grab her hard on her wrist.. forcing and pulling her out of the toilet. Shocked she was.. vindicated she tot she is.

"What on earth do u think u are doing?? "Her mum screamed...

"What...."She protested... her trade mark uncouth style of replying to her mum...

"I'm going to bring u to the police, have u any sane idea what u are doing? Do u care about how i felt when i see u doing things lie this" her mum sobbed, pulling her to the livnig room hard on her wrists.

Then her brother heard the commotion and walked to the living room from his bed room only shocked to see his mum holding a packet of ciggarrette on her hands.

"Look at her! Look at ur sister , look at what she has done ... nvr in my life i've expected her to be so bad."Cried his mother , tears flowing down her sunken cheeks.

Shes been sufferring... with the stress from her work and as being the sole bread winner of the house. Their dad , do occassionally comes back once in a blue moon. Other then that , it had always been their mum looking after the three children. A cancer survivor , the only thing that motivates her into such a drive is to see her children grow up to be fine adults .

Her brother , dazed by the sight of the ciggarretes, his mind distorted on what he is going to do next . Straight away he sat down on the couch while listen to his mother rant at his sister.

She stared , eyes filled with deep hatred at her mother.. in her heart she felt that she was correct , because it was THEM ! who made her smoke, THEM who put her into such a sorry state, THEM! . its their fault! NOT HERS!....

Exhausted from the ranting , her mum felt faint and collasped onto the chair nearest to her.

"MOVE" that word flashed in his brother's mind for a second... jolting him up from the couch..

"Why must u make mummy cry... Why must u hurt the hearts of ppl who cared for u ?"Bellowed his brother.

"Why must u smoke? WHy must u do with ciggarrettes? "

"Do u think its cool ? I'll answered that question for u , Its absoulutely not."

"Can't u see that ur are beign used by ur friends? I understand that u felt that ur friends are the closest ppl to u and u would do what ever it takes to help them, but have it ever crossed ur mind whether what u do is correct or not. Will it hurt the hearts of PPl who care for u ? "

"True friends won't land u into such a sorry state as u are now! LOok at U, 3 years back before u came into this school u aint like that! you were just like any other ordinary fine gurls out tat.. Look how u've stained urself with ciggarrettes and vulgarities, LOok at the god damn mirror and see for urself how UGLY u've turn to.. Ugly!"Her brother rapped those words out from the bottom of his heart..

Silence.. and that cold stare... was all the response she had.. deep in her heart she was fighting... That devil ... I didnt do anything wrong...


Hot bead of tears rolled down his cheeks... he sobbed...

"When i look at u.. i can only see my self as a brother who have failed... to guide his little sister on the correct path..When papa left us, i know u felt sad, but then u were still young me too.. all i can do is to cry with u .. marcus is luckier he didnt know how it really felt then..."his words trembled with his emotions.."Do u know how i wished u didnt went to the same school as i am?My grades then suck... i wanted u to get better grades then me... i wanted u to go to a better school..its ok if u didnt did well for u studieds, but i ddint expect u to turn bad as well..I didnt wanted all this to happen...but looking at the ciggarrettes now , i feel helpless and i can only cry for u .... "

"Please dont smoke.. become a better person... if u are still there... Know that what u've done is wrong.. and correct it.. IF u still nid help, me and mummy will be still here to help.. even if the whole world turn their back on u .. ur kins wont. Becos its in our blood... so plz... become a better person and let this be the last time ..."Pleaded her brother, discarding all pride resorting to pleadings...

Akwardly.. she nodded her head and proceeds to the sink to wash her face...

Extreme Make over in progress... Make over of the day.. Ernest a.k.a ern.. but knwn as the ern meinster for today..

Orite, its the Ern-meinster B-day now. We celebrated his b-day yesterday and , we , the extreme make over team ... was kind enuff to give the ern-meinster the make over he deserved as a birthday gift. Dun say yor nigga daddy aint treating his little sonny good enuff yo dawg.. your hear? Lol..


Well.. we went to far east to actually have his hair rebonded. Ice rebonding i think , and i've learnt quite alot about rebonding today. We went to this cool saloon on the 4th floor i supposed. 04-21 of far east shopping center. We were greeted by a friendly guy named ??? . Ern was then ushered to a seat nearest to the door and the long gruelling yet worth waiting for wait started. First it was the applying of some cream which looks like mayoinnesse(i'm pretty sure i got the spelling wrong..)to me.


Then after awhile it was the alien ball on the head.. And then a wash.. then the ironing... Ay, the whole processed took like some 3 hours and 30 mins.. -_- me zj and boon practically covered the whole of far east ... leaving no one square feet spared.Then the finaly moment came when ern revealed his new hair style.. His girl friends were like going OMG OMG OMG OMG looks like some small boy or sth...I tot it look like the korean actor from the movie my sassy gurl friend.. when i interviewed ern whether he was satisfied with the hair style,he replied and definite and positive yes without any hesitation. So it was a job well done for the extreme make over team... Till the next episode stay tune ^_^..


Right , dinner was on erns at marche. Crap i think that Rostli thing... and that enormous sausage.. Was damn filling.. Looks can be deceiving..


It was some pretty nice stuff at first..but to keep on eating that.. I couldnt help but turned Green. Till now the taste of burnt potatoes still resides in a corner of my mouth tingling with my taste buds.

Went for pool after dinner.. Ay.. there is definately lotsa ppl today at town. And omg , the posers.. with the extreme street wears weren't the minority, on the contrary we were overwhelmed by ppl with extreme dress codes. They practically swarmed around in large packs. So much so that i tot the singapore Idol auditions was held at town. O_o


Well maybe i'm a toad, or rather.. a frog in the well..~

We bid ern and his friend.. his brother and another gurl gd bye as me zj and boon went home first. Well.. that concludes the day.. happy birthday ern!

YAy!! new blog scheme again..

This one really perks my day up.. Bright colour.. easy to read words.. hiack.. User friendly too.. ay i just love the sun..~!

Orite, 3 days... since i've blog i shall rant on with no mercy..

Valentines day was cool.... avoiding and playing pool. Hiack. Ay i wished i would have a date though but hiack.. Like Rock lee from naruto always say.. we are still young we are full of dreams with our ne ver ending YOUTH! *thumbs up with the good guy smile*.

Integrity

On that day i found an o2 xda phone. Not say i found.. calvin saw and i picked it up. We then gave it to the reception corner to report loss..

I then heard from zhi jian and ernest that the phone cost alot they were rambling about how "Kam gong " i am to give the phone back. Then i questioend my self of upholding my integrity; how many ppl out there would still up hold their integrity after being tempted by such valuables. Hmm, i've gotto admit it.. my integrity then wasa wavered under ernest's and zhi jians propagande! Ay ,after all.. there must still be bad ppl to allow us GOOD samaritians to stand out. *>_< ern and zj~! Lol

Good news for me as i managed to swim 30 laps alraedy.. yesterday... how ever... there were intervals la.. and i couldnt help it at the 20th lap to go abck using free style becoz my calf muscles kinda got too strained ~ but ay.. i'm swimming well liao orite.. Lol. Went to seoul to celebrate calvin's birthday. The dog is seriously obedient.. unlike the beast beside me now.. had pool for awhile at fusion and went home after ern's halve a treat at Tcc.

Ay, today had vball not much happenings.. rained though.. heavily.. ay..

Well .. tats about all for the update!

Dear blog readers, its valentines tml.. heres a lil something i've done to embrace the occassion..hah, i shall post smth joyous in de conjuntion of the series of sad happenings for me.here goes...


The History of Saint Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day started in the time of the Roman Empire. In ancient Rome, February 14th was a holiday to honour Juno. Juno was the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses. The Romans also knew her as the Goddess of women and marriage. The following day, February 15th, began the Feast of Lupercalia.

The lives of young boys and girls were strictly separate. However, one of the customs of the young people was name drawing. On the eve of the festival of Lupercalia the names of Roman girls were written on slips of paper and placed into jars. Each young man would draw a girl's name from the jar and would then be partners for the duration of the festival with the girl whom he chose. Sometimes the pairing of the children lasted an entire year, and often, they would fall in love and would later marry.

Under the rule of Emperor Claudius II Rome was involved in many bloody and unpopular campaigns. Claudius the Cruel was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues. He believed that the reason was that roman men did not want to leave their loves or families. As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome. The good Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II. He and Saint Marius aided the Christian martyrs and secretly married couples, and for this kind deed Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off.
Here is a story of saint valentines in his prison cell...


Folds of sun light creeped through the square window, no larger then the size of one's palm. There he laid, ontop of the mass of dried hay as a rudimentary bedding where his body rested.

"Father.. wake up.. I've brought something for you...."a thin voice echoed through the wallows ..

A plate of scrimped food was shoved into the prison cell via the gap between the floor and the wooden door.

"good morning Julia, how are u today?"Croaked Saint Valentine, had he not hydrated more .. he's lucky to only have a dry throat.. had he had any little more hydration... he would have just died.

"valentinus... does God really hear our prayers?" Julia asked from the other side of the door.


"Yes, my child, He hears each one."



"Do you know what I pray for every morning and every night? I pray that I might see. I want so much to see everything you've told me about!I want to love and be together with the man i love.... " Julia continued


"God does what is best for us if we will only believe in Him," Valentinus said.


"Yes, i have my faith in god and belive in him with all my might."Julia cried, tears flowing down her cheeks as she hold saint valentines hand...

"Praise be to god' he said..

On the eve of his death Valentinus wrote a last note to Julia, urging her to stay close to God. He signed it, "From your Valentine."



He suffered martyrdom on the 14th day of February, about the year 270. At that time it was the custom in Rome, a very ancient custom, indeed, to celebrate in the month of February the Lupercalia, feasts in honour of a heathen god. On these occasions, amidst a variety of pagan ceremonies, the names of young women were placed in a box, from which they were drawn by the men as chance directed.


The pastors of the early Christian Church in Rome endeavoured to do away with the pagan element in these feasts by substituting the names of saints for those of maidens. And as the Lupercalia began about the middle of February, the pastors appear to have chosen Saint Valentine's Day for the celebration of this new feaSt. So it seems that the custom of young men choosing maidens for valentines, or saints as patrons for the coming year, arose in this way.


So,ay love birds.. do what u must do.. singles don't fret.. ur not alone.. hiack.. perharps u could ask me out tml? no gays pls.. Lol