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Sarah

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I’m awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.

It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this email.  And because you are affected, do something about it!!  So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.


Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.


Please forward if you are

*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~

 

 

08/05

2 Beautiful Stories

 

2 BEAUTIFUL STORIES TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE



There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl.

This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.

Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company,

 

his future doesn't seem too bright, they were very happy

together.  Until one day, his girl told him she was going to

Paris and will never come back.  She also told him that she

cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went

their own ways there and then...

Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his

confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and

mind just to make something out of himself.

Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends,

 

this guy had set up his own company ..

You never fail until you stop trying.  One rainy day, while this

guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in

the rain walking to some destination.

Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched.

 

 It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents.

With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside

The couple,

wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan.  He wanted them to know that

 

he wasn't the same any more; he had his own

company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused

him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got

out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph

of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and

he saw his paper cranes right beside her...



Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened.

They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer.  

 

She had believed that he will make it someday, but she

did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you

want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they

have.  She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside

her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her

again...he can take some of those back with him...



Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may

 

escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.



The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be

sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or

be with her ever again.........hope you understand.



Find time to realize that there is one person who means so

much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who

you thought meant nothing to you.








KINDNESS PAYS!



One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door

to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime

left, and he was  hungry.



He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.

However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.

Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so

brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then

asked, "How much do I owe you?"



  "You don't owe me anything," she replied  "Mother has taught us

never to accept payment for a kindness."  He said... "Then I

thank you from my heart."



As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger

physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had

been ready to give up and quit.



Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local

doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city,

where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

 

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he

Heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his

eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital

to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her.

He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation

room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day

he gave special attention to the case.


After a long struggle, the battle was won.

 

Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.

He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill

was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it

would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she

looked, and something caught ; her attention on the side as she read these words.....



  "Paid in full with one glass of milk."  

 

 

(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.



Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed:

"Thank You, GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."

DO READ THIS

Study this small story, hope that makes a BIG change in you.

Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. he

held it up for all to see & asked the students,' How much do you think this glass weighs?'

'50gms!' .... '100gms!' ......'125gms' ......the students answered.

'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor, 'but, my

question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?'

'Nothing' the students said.

'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked.

'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students.

'You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?'

'Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress & paralysis &

have to go to hospital for sure!' ventured another student & all the students laughed.

'Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?' asked the professor.

'No'

'Then what caused the arm ache & the muscle stress?' The students were puzzled.

'Put the glass down!' said one of the students.

'Exactly!' said the professor.' Life's problems are something like this.

Hold it for a few minutes in your head & they seem OK. Think of them for a long time & they begin to ache. Hold it even longer & they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything.

It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh & strong & can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!'

So, as it becomes time for you to leave office today,

Remember friend to 'PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY! '

Please share this Great bit of knowledge to all who you know

 

 

What the hell???

Why the hell is everyone referring to any natural calamities or political debates as "Tsunamis"???

Can’t they feel the pain that this induced to people??

Hell!!!

Wednesday 31 August 2005

Wednesday, 31 August 2005

Guess what now???  Woke up late again…the usual story…first woke up at 4 am and then went back to sleep some 15 minutes later to wake at 6.30 am.

The hell got damn late at school.

Gulz called me twice to ask where I was!  The second time he called on the behest of Mr. Lalloo!!!  

And Lalloo won’t start a physics class without me, knowing that I’m on my way.

Arriving there, essoufflé…I managed to locate the class and now would you believe that the Moderator was already here???  At 8h45 in the morning!!!

Ok now…”Sir, sorry for the lateness but now I gotta meet the moderator!”

Oh god thanks that guy had a big heart.

Rush rush rush to the computer lab. Mr Joe made his way towards me fighting through the crowd of Form V and Upper VI present to tell what I was about to do and how to deal with guy!

But hey that was Mr. CHONG in there!!!  The same guy who came when I was in form V.

When my turn came to go for the “interview,” as Mr. Lalloo puts it, I went in, head high and my opponent right in front of me ready for encounter.

One hand gesture and I knew I had to sit and explain myself.  He kept his strict character well ahead of him the guy.  Was like that 2 year ago too.

He asked me questions about what my software did and how I managed to put so much in it and what I used for the development.  He talked in a low tone, I had to push myself towards him to get a hint of what he was saying.  Then, after some 5 questions, came the ultimate one.

He asked me about Mr. Mohung for a long time and then some more questions and it was over. Seems like he had read my acknowledgements page before I got in the room.

Joe signaled that everything was alright and his face told me that I kinda made an impression in there.

What was most beautiful to see was the ghost-like face of Marsu!??!?!  Haha he was so panicked  and stressed, a little more pressure and he’d get himself wet.  Serves him right.  Making someone like Mr. Mohung do his whole project for him.  Bloody cheater.
He should thank god everyday for having put so kind-hearted people like Mr. Mohung in this earth.  Whatever be the student this guy would do almost anything to help a student out.

Then it was the usual, the guys were doing a chess tournament and I check Haashim’s new mobile options and so on.  

Then it was Chattun’s great Maths Class and then 2 frees and then to the dentist for the regular 3 week check ups.

Now what???  Listening to some Tori Amos…and keeping this journal up to date.

30th August 2005

Woah, the number I received since this morning!!

First from the school, Mr. Jowaheer asking me to come tomorrow as examiners from M.E.S would be coming and he needs me to be there.  They would be sitting with you in front of a PC and asking you questions about how you developed and made your software.  And you should explain everything, even your individual modules and terms and programming techniques.  They did that with me in 2003 when I was then in SC.

But who would dethrone the genius in my head.  I never till today failed an Oral Test, so why this one.  We’ll treat them like they should be.

The only problem would be if he asks me to show him everything, as I also my little secrets as any decent programmer.

Next came the calls from my ‘dear’ friends asking me about the practical tasks.  They all want my copy, they gone nuts or what??

This is something I can’t do?!?!  But how to refuse them ??  And its no way I’m going to make separate copies for each of them!!!  I can’t do anything for them.

Getting all the fuss outta me!?  The bloody bastards! It’s enough now. I must stop being so chill about them.

They don’t give it a damn so why must I?  Anyone???


Breathe…just breathe


Anna Nalick – Wreck of the Day - Breathe

2 Am and she calls me cause I'm still awake
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don't love him and winter just wasn't my season.
Yeah we walk through the doors so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites you're all here for the very same reason.

Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button girl
So just cradle your head in your hands.
And breathe, just breathe, whoa breathe just breathe

May he turned 21 on the base of Fort Bliss
Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist
Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year
Here in town you can tell he's been down for while
But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
Wanna hold him but maybe I'll just sing about it

Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button boys so cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe, whoa breath just breathe

There's a light at the end of this tunnel you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made
You'll just make them again if you'll only try turning' around

2Am and I'm still awake writing this song
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me threaten' the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screaming' out aloud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to.

But you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand...yeah breathe
Just breathe, ohho breathe…

Finished. Packed. Submitted.

Aaah,

After a long 4 years of struggle to computerise the Administration of the college, today my efforts finally became fruitful.

Sleepless nights. Continuous debugging. Crisis with the database and the relationships. And amendments of pseudocodes and algorithm one after the other.

These last 2 years have been painful. And on top of that was Physics, with its infinite number of things to memorise.

But, today we DID it. We submitted the computer project and a huge mountain of stress dissipated with it.

426 pages of documentation and a Mini-CD of the software and user manual.

11h21. Got in that huge room which is the computer lab and let my little baby away from me. Signed the submission papers and here it was, DONE. Frustrations, stress, nothing more.

Just the fear of the markings left. And the hell, we were just a few who returned the coursework!
Why didn't the other guys?!?! Making us work like hell for 7 days without any good meals and good sleep just to tell us that the deadline had been extended till the 7th of September.

Aaaarg ...

Ok Chill.

None of us was really pleased to let a 2 year project go like this...It will be marked and then be put in a storeroom where it will be stored for approximately another 2 years and after that it will eventually go to the desintegration room.

But why the hell don't they return them back!!!

So much effort, so much sacrificed time and everything we put into it, its not just for marks god heck damn it, at least, as far as I am concerned.

So here it was, the end of all things... and 7 years of Computer Studies and Computing. All packed and ready to go to Cambridge.