We love ourself

We love ourself
We love ourself even after making so many mistakes...

Then how can we hate otherz for their small mistakes??


Strange but true!!!
  

Jun, 19 2010     137 chars (1 sms)     3309 views       Decent

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Watch Out!
Defend Yourself !

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TOO LATE



I Warned You !
You''ve Just Been
Strongly Attacked By





Thousands Of Tightest
Hugs ... (:
d eye does not see what d brain does not know
so open ur brain before opening ur eyes.......
Psychological Fact:

When A Person Cries Due To Happyness
The 1st Drop Of Tears Comes From The Right Eye.


But
When It 1st Comes Frm The Left,
Its Pain
"At My Will, Mountains Will Crumble,
I''ll Drink The Ocean,
Says the Preserving Soul.
Have That Sort Of Energy,Work Hard,
& u''ll Reach The Goal."
A Fone Is A Form Of Communication

A Kiss Is A Form Of Affection

A Picture Is A Form Of Remembrance

Choosing ME As Ur FREND Is A Form Of













Ahem Ahem

GOOD TASTE . . . =)
Never believe what the lines on your hand predict about your future.
Because,people who dont have hands,also have a future.
Khuda kry k tumko JUDAI na mile
kisi k dard me TANHAI na mile
ager muje sms na kro to kuch aisa ho
k mosam ho sardi ka or
tumhen RAZAI na mile
NiKal KeR Dil Se Tere Waste Sada Aai

Uthay Haath Tou Yaad Ek Dua Aai

K Teri Umar Ko Dunya Ki Umar Lag Jaye

Waqt Saal Giany Aur Gin Gin K Thak Jaye
Dont Spend Tym Just Working & Being Busy
U''ll Always Complain About Lack Of Tym
Instead Put A Little Bit Of Effort
Plan & Organize Ur Lyf
U''ll Realize That U Have
Tym 4 Every Thing.....
Being single is a choice. Some say it's to avoid heartbreaks/love problems, but some choose to be single because they are still in love with someone secretly.
~ A Wish For A Sweet Friend ~

May The Sun Alwayz
Shine On Your
Windowpane

May A Rainbow Be
Certain To Follow Each
Rain

May The Hand Of A
Friend Alwayz Be Near
You

May GOD Fill Your
Heart With Gladness To
Cheer You ... (:
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .