Time is the most playful

Time is the most playful
Time is the most playful element because...

It lengthens the minutes when you wait for some1.

& rushes the hours when you enjoy special moments with them.. :-|
  

Jun, 18 2010     166 chars (2 sms)     3284 views       Decent

more Decent SMS Messages

Everyday I see Lots of Strangers
Passing By me,
Dis make me realize dat,
Life would b BORING,

Widout YOU!
Happiness is not something u postpone 4 the future. It''s something u design 4 the present. Make each moment a happy one. I jus did it by remembering U! Have a nice day.
If your eyes are positive u would like all people in the world

But

If your tongue is positive all the people in the world will like u!
A Relationship Does''t Shine

By Just Shaking Hands

In Best Times.

But It Blossoms

By Holding

The Hands

Firmly In

Critical Times...
us ny mughy prinda samjh kR is shaM k Andheron main Uraa diya.... ..

muGhaL...............

usay ye nhe pta k sham ko urny waly parinday kabhi loata nhe krty.
When u feel God is rubbing u against the rocks,

don''t think that u''ll ruin down to dust,

it''s just that he is polishing a gem, coz u are precious!
Make a mind which never mind.
Make a heart, which never hurts.
Make a touch, which never pains.
& Make a relation, which never ends.
Coffee Never Knew . . .
How Good It Could Taste
Before It Met Sugar, Water
And Milk . . .
We Friends Are Just The
Same . . .
We r Good
But When
We Meet We Become
The Best . . .
Life is cricket
Don’t lose Ur wicket,
Try 2 get century,
Never 4get Ur boundary,
Even if U r run out,
Never become mood off,
Because God is 3rd umpire.
When I pray I don''t see God, but I know He listens when I SMS I don''t
see you, but I know u think of me with a smile.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That''s relativity. --Albert Einstein
"One Can Cross An Ocean Widout Wetting His Legs
But
Cannot Cross His Lyf Widout Wetting his Eyez"
Yet We Smile . . .
That''s Life . . .