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Yesterday (Saturday), I had a meeting with friends. In the meeting, one friend from Hong Kong (came to visit us) played a game with us. The game is that he told us a story, but with no ending. Then every one creates our own endings for the story. The ending must change the story into a ghost story. Quite interesting and would like to share with friends in SHC

The Story part is:

The time was approaching 4:30 am. An exhausted taxi driver was driving his taxi toward a cemetery. It seemed he was rushing home.

Suddenly, he saw a person dressed in long white waving on him. The face of the taxi driver started to turn a little bit green. He drove near the person and found that it was a girl with long hair. The hair was so long that her face couldn’t be seen clearly.

When the taxi driver stopped the car, before he had time to respond, the girl opened the door and jump into the back of the taxi. The girl sat there, lower down her head and kept quiet. Time stood still for a couple of minutes, the taxi driver seemed to have make up his mind and asked: “lady, where are you going, I’m going to send my cab to the next shift, some place I cannot take you”.

The girl raised her head slowly. She is a very beautiful girl but with a very pale face and bloodshot eyes. She told the driver: “Don’t worry, just drive around this cemetery until I tell you to stop”. Upon hearing this, the face of the driver turned greener.

The driver drove round and round the cemetery. The girl sat there silently. After a few rounds, the driver seemed have lost his patience and ask: “Lady, why you take a cab to go round the cemetery at this moment?”

The girl stopped for a while and started telling the driver her story – exactly a year ago, she and her boyfriend had been to clubbing. After that, they wanted more excitement and rent a taxi to go round the cemetery. When they doing so, an unexpected heart attack took her boyfriend’s life. She came here tonight to relive that moment, so as to commemorate his boyfriend’s death. ——- The story part ended here

The ending part is started as: “At this time, a cock crowing from the cemetery pierce through the silence in the air”  —- to be continued.

The story must be a real ghost story, the word count should be within 100 words, the shorter the better (Does this look like a composition homework?)

If you like to try, welcome. I should be fun. I’ll tell you the ending from me on the coming Wednesday.

A new category "Reflections" has just been created.  It’s about anything you feel like saying, and you want other SilverHairs to hear of.  Maybe you just woke up from bed, or during a lazy Sat/Sun doing nothing, and something strikes you and you feel you just have to share it with others, before you forgot what it was all about.

Maybe, you feel like eating a horse.  Maybe you decide that this is it, and you want to climb Mount Everest.   Maybe you just crazy over someone, and you just want to tell him "How about dinner?".  Perhaps you have a great home entertainment set, and you want 5 persons to join you, why not?  Go ahead.  You could be thinking of so many things, and nothing has happened so far, you want to share it with other SilverHairsClub members, just do it.  For jokes and stories, please use the Page "Non-SHC stories, jokes, info, etc.".

So, say it, and you can say it anytime now or later.  The administrator will not censor it, as long as club taboos are followed.  For this Post, the administrator is nasty, so no comments.  Just start your own Post. Have fun.

Terence Seah

Yes, laughter is the best medicine.  I am amaze at the thought of how the human being is form.  It says that the Great Manufacturer have a great sense of humour.  Why is it that our nose is right on top on our face and not form near our buttock.

 Anyway, we are always attracted to a person who have a sense of humour.  A word of encouragement could lift up a sad countenance and give hope that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

So, if you have a good joke or an encouragement or enlightenment share with us. Never know you may lift up  a depressed soul!

Happiness is…

Researchers have found some underlying factors for happiness :-

>Married people are more content than singles, but having children does not raise happiness level.

>Education and IQ seem to have little impact on happiness.

>Attractive people are only slightly happier than the unattractive.

>The elderly (over 65) are more satisfied with their lives than the young.

>Friendships are crucial if you want to be happy.

>As much as 50% of the happiness factor is genetic.

From The Straits Times, 25 Aug 07.

 This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York        
 Hospital.                                                                 
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                 SLOW DANCE                                
                                                                           
                                                                      
                         Have you ever watched kids                        
                                                                           
                            On a merry-go-round?                           
                                                                           
                          Or listened to the rain                          
                                                                           
                          Slapping on the ground?                          
                                                                           
                Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
                
                 Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?                
                                                                           
                           You better slow down.                           
                                                                           
                            Don’t dance so fast.                           
                                                                           
                               Time is short.                              
                                                                           
                           The music won’t last.                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                        Do you run through each day                        
                                                                           
                                On the fly?                                
                                                                           
                         When you ask How are you?                         
                                                                           
                           Do you hear the reply?                          
                                                                           
                            When the day is done                           
                                     !                                     
                                                                           
                           Do you lie in your bed                          
                                                                           
                        With the next hundred chores                       
                                                                           
                         Running through your head?                        
                                                                           
                           You’d better slow down                          
                                                                           
                            Don’t dance so fast.                           
                                                                           
                               Time is short.                              
                                                                           
                           The music won’t last.                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                           Ever told your child,                           
                                                                           
                           We’ll do it tomorrow?                           
                                                                           
                             And in your haste,                            
                                                                           
                            Not see his sorrow?                            
                                                                           
                              Ever lost touch,                             
                                                                           
                         Let a good friendship die                         
                                                                           
                          Cause you never had time                         
                                                                           
                            To call and say,"Hi"                           
                                                                           
                          You’d better slow down.                          
                                                                           
                            Don’t dance so fast.                           
                                                                           
                               Time is short.                              
                                                                           
                           The music won’t last.                           
                                                                           
                   When you run so fast to get somewhere                   
                                                                           
                  You miss half the fun of getting there.                  
                                                                           
                 When you worry and hurry through your day,                
                                                                           
                      It is like an unopened gift….                      
                                                                           
                                Thrown away.                               
                                                                           
                            Life is not a race.                            
                                                                           
                             Do take it slower                             
                                                                           
                               Hear the music                              
                                                                           
                          Before the song is over.