Butterfly full stomach of Mine

Oh my gush! Hmmm... I feel so shy! What happened in the Accounting Subject of mine is really rediculous! Haha... but though, I like it!

This is it. I have this classmate of mine wherein He is the most cutiest guy I've ever seen in our classroom. Yeah, he is that great guy! And... oooooohhhhhh... he approached me yesterday during our class asking me if his answer in the boardwork is correct. And... haha... I love this! While I answer him. Hmmm... my fwnds keep teasing us! Oh my God! "Grace, just keep cool!" they said and laughed. Oh... I felt like ice! He actually heard them and just keep smiling at me! Hmmm... I always looked at him in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes of his! Haha... then he will look at me, but keep asking me questions. I love it though.

When I finally seated at my place I can't help but glance at him and smile. Haha... I saw him looking at me! Oh, maybe staring at me! Hmmm... But, this great pack of friends of mine. They teased us again. And not only them, the whole class actually teased us. His seatmate keep calling my name but, no I didn't dare to look at him again I might see him looking at me! I might melt from his glance. I really don't know what to do! So I just look at our Professor but then, she too is smiling at me while glancing sometimes to my beloved cute classmate. "Did she also know?!" I asked my self. My gush...

The bell rings. End of the period. End of the class. Oh---End of seeing him for now! But, Haha... I will see him tomorrow! I love it! I stand up not looking at him but keep smiling to myself. They still keep on teasing us. His seatmate still keep on calling my name! Oh... why torment me like this. I feel like butterflies flooded my stomach. Hmmm... I really like him. Hoping that he won't be absent in our class. I hope to see him again. And hoping Haha... they will tease us again.!

A Love Letter Part 1

I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all frankly terrified of her. The fact that she did not live with the family, preferring her tiny cottage and solitude to the comfortable but rather noisy household where we were brought up-added to the respectful fear in which she was held.We used to take it in turn to carry small delicacies which my mother had made down from the big house to the little cottage where Aunt Stephia and an old colored maid spent their days. Old Tnate Sanna would open the door to the rather frightened little messenger and would usher him-or her - into the dark voor-kamer, where the shutters were always closed to keep out the heat and the flies. There we would wait, in trembling but not altogether unpleasant.She was a tiny little woman to inspire so much veneration. She was always dressed in black, and her dark clothes melted into the shadows of the voor-kamer and made her look smaller than ever. But you felt. The moment she entered. That something vital and strong and somehow indestructible had come in with her, although she moved slowly, and her voice was sweet and soft.She never embraced us. She would greet us and take out hot little hands in her own beautiful cool one, with blue veins standing out on the back of it, as though the white skin were almost too delicate to contain them.
Tante Sanna would bring in dishes of sweet, sweet, sticky candy, or a great bowl of grapes or peaches, and Great-aunt Stephina would converse gravely about happenings on the farm ,and, more rarely, of the outer world.When we had finished our sweetmeats or fruit she would accompany us to the stoep, bidding us thank our mother for her gift and sending quaint, old-fashioned messages to her and the Father. Then she would turn and enter the house, closing the door behind, so that it became once more a place of mystery.
As I grew older I found, rather to my surprise, that I had become genuinely fond of my aloof old great-aunt. But to this day I do not know what strange impulse made me take George to see her and to tell her, before I had confided in another living soul, of our engagement. To my astonishment, she was delighted."An Englishman,"she exclaimed."But that is splendid, splendid. And you,"she turned to George,"you are making your home in this country? You do not intend to return to England just yet?"She seemed relieved when she heard that George had bought a farm near our own farm and intended to settle in South Africa. She became quite animated, and chattered away to him.After that I would often slip away to the little cottage by the mealie lands. Once she was somewhat disappointed on hearing that we had decided to wait for two years before getting married, but when she learned that my father and mother were both pleased with the match she seemed reassured.
Still, she often appeared anxious about my love affair, and would ask questions that seemed to me strange, almost as though she feared that something would happen to destroy my romance. But I was quite unprepared for her outburst when I mentioned that George thought of paying a lightning visit to England before we were married."He must not do it,"she cried."Ina, you must not let him go. Promise me you will prevent him."she was trembling all over. I did what I could to console her, but she looked so tired and pale that I persuaded her to go to her room and rest, promising to return the next day.When I arrived I found her sitting on the stoep. She looked lonely and pathetic, and for the first time I wondered why no man had ever taken her and looked after her and loved her. Mother had told me that Great-aunt Stephina had been lovely as a young girl, and although no trace of that beauty remained, except perhaps in her brown eyes, yet she looked so small and appealing that any man, one felt, would have wanted to protect her.She paused, as though she did not quite know how to begin.
Then she seemed to give herself, mentally, a little shake. "You must have wondered ", she said, "why I was so upset at the thought of young George's going to England without you. I am an old woman, and perhaps I have the silly fancies of the old, but I should like to tell you my own love story, and then you can decide whether it is wise for your man to leave you before you are married."



"I was quite a young girl when I first met Richard Weston. He was an Englishman who boarded with the Van Rensburgs on the next farm, four or five miles from us. Richard was not strong. He had a weak chest, and the doctors had sent him to South Africa so that the dry air could cure him. He taught the Van Rensburg children, who were younger than I was, though we often played together, but he did this for pleasure and not because he needed money.

A silent Love
From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"
As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......
The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....
The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.



A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Romantic LOVE Letter!

This is a love letter from a boy to a girl....However, the girl's father does not like him and wanted 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 you2---- is gone, and I find my dislike for you3---- 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 to6---- look at other girls. I never wanted to
7---- marry you. Our last conversation8---- was very boring and has not9---- made me look forward to seeing you again.10--- You think only of yourself.11--- If we were married, I know that I would find12--- life very difficult, and I would have no13--- pleasure in living with you. I have a heart14--- to give, but it is not something that15--- I want to give to you. No one is more16--- foolish and selfish than you, and you are not17--- able to care for me and help me.18--- I sincerely want you to understand that19--- I speak the truth. You will do me a favor20---if you think this is the end. Do not try21--- to answer this. Your letters are full of22--- things that do not interest me. You have no23--- true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,24--- I do not care for you. Please do not think that25--- I am still your boyfriend."
So bad!! However, before handing over the letter tothe girl, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THELINES", meaning-only to read1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.21.23.25. (Odd Numbers)