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Saturday, March 17, 2007


If u hav heart problem or u cant take eerie stories, den DONT READ!!! ITS A WARNING!!!!


>This is a true story of a young college girl who passed away last
month,
>at Shah Alam. Her name is Priya; she was hit by a lorry.
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>I don't want to mention the name of the college. She had a
boyfriend names
>Shankar. He lives in Johore. Both of them are true lovers. They are
always
>on the phone with each other. You can never see her without her
handphone.
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>She spends ¡Ü of the day talking with Shankar. Priya's family knows
about
>their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family (just
>imagine their love). Before she passed away she always told her
friends
>"If I pass away please burn me with my handphone". She also said the
same
>thing to her parents.
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>After her death, people couldn't carry her coffin. I was there ~ a
lot of
>them tried to do so but still couldn't , everybody including me,
had tried
>to carry the coffin, the result was still the same.
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>Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from Thailand
(pak
>Darin), who is a friend of her father's. He took a seat and started
>speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said "this girl
misses
>something here". Then her friends told Darin bout her intentions to
burn
>her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone,
>together with the SIM card inside the casket. After that they tried
to
>carry the coffin. It could now be moved and they carried it into
the van
>easily. All of us were shocked. (can you feel the fear? I'm shaking
at
>this moment.)
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>Priya's parents didn't inform Shankar that Priya had passed away
(pity
>Shankar). After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom.
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>Shankar: "Atte, I'm coming home today. Please cook something nice
for me.
>Don't tell Priya that I'm coming home today; I want to surprise
her."
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>Her mother replied, "You come home first, I want to tell you
something
>very important."
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>After he arrived at Shah Alam, they told him the truth about Priya.
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>Shankar thought that they were fooling around. He was laughing and
said,
>"Don't try to fool me ... tell Priya to come out ... I have a gift
for
>her. Please stop this nonsense."
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>Then they show him the Priya's death certificate; they gave him
proof to
>make him believe.
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>Shankar started to sweat profusely. He said, "It's not true. We
spoke
>yesterday. She still calls me."
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>Shankar was shaking so badly when suddenly, his phone rang.
>
>"See this is from Priya. See this ...." he showed the phone to
Priya's
>family. All of them told him to answer. He used the loudspeaker
mode. All
>of them heard this conversation, loud and clear. No cross lines, no
>humming. It was Priya's voice! And there was no way others could
use her
>SIM card as it was nailed inside the coffin! They were so shocked
and
>asked for pak Darin's help.
>
>Pak Darin brought his master (Tok Chen) to solve this matter. He
and pak
>Darin worked for 5 hours ... then they discovered one thing .....
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network,
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>I WILL FOLLOW YOU... FOLLOW YOU WHEREVER YOU MAY GO...

12:20 AM

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Vanessa Cheng Mei Teng is the name. She is 19 this year. Never thought she would grow up so fast. Like people say after form 5 time passes like a pindrop on the floor. She not a girl not yet a woman. A lady I think. Her birthday is on 17 Sept 1989 so please do something. Make her happy okay..haha..She's currently studying at Inti International College. Hoping to go overseas one day when God opens the door for her. Her heart is to study hard and be independent! She loves to eat junks. Marsmallow, chocolates, sweets, candy canes, adn lots more. She is crazy of tomyam and kangkung. She hates cough mixture. Better off with pills. She has 1 dad, 1 mum (of cos)and 1 sis. 1 god father, 1 godmother,3 godbrothers, 2 godsisters, 4 nieces and 1 nephew. She loves them ALL!! Her parents brought her into this world and gave her everything she wanted that they could still afford. She is blessed to have ALL of them.Her family is an average family with ups and downs. But they are pulling through all those war at home! Cheng family's war gets them closer each time it ends and lets one understand each other more. Her parents introduced her to God and she very happy to be able know Him and have a B-E-A-Utiful relationship with Him. She is happy with life and the way all things is going around. The Bible verse she loves most is "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" Philippians 4:13

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