Hello buddy what''s up

Hello buddy what''s up
Hello buddy what''s up do u
know how''s the mussam

...?

..?

Simple yar.!

Mussam is aussam...!

Got iT..

Have a great day..!.. ;->
  

Jun, 19 2010     151 chars (1 sms)     3064 views       Decent

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Missing someone gets easier everyday, coz even though it''s one day further from the last time u saw each other, it is one day closer to the next time u''ll.
You can kiss Your "Family & Frnds" good-bye
And
Put miles b/w You,
But at the same time
You carry Them with You
in Your heart, mind & stomach,
Because
"You don''t just live in a world but a world lives in You" =)
Bills Travel Through

The Mail At Twice

The Speed Of Checks

Be Careful Of

Your Thoughts,

They May Become

Words At Any Moment
Sab Kuch Bhoola Kar Tenha Reh Gaya,
Sab Kuch Loota Kar Tenha Reh Gaya Phir
Dukhnay Lagay Zakhm Judaai K In Ko Sooola Kar Tenha Reh Gaya.
Tree leaves do not look green forever,
Roses do not look fresh forever,
But I pray to ALLAH that
Smile on your lips stay forever.

Good Morning & Have A Nice Day
Frequency of my msgs may b less.

but the time i remember U is more.

Thats Y science says tht

frequency is inversely proportional to time.
I Laugh , I love , I Hope
I Try , I Hurt , I Need ,
I Fear , I Cry & I Know
You Do The Same Things Too
So
We Are Really Not That
Different

''''Me & You'''' (:
Tragedy of life:

Just about the time

when our income gets us

to a point where

food prices dont

matter anymore,

Calories start to

matter! ;-)
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
Life is 3"EEE"

Yesterday is a Experiance,
Today is Experiment,
&
Tomorrow is Expectation.

So use your Experiance in your Experiments to achieve your Expactations.
Gr8 fRiEnDz ArE pArT
oF mEmOrIeZ
wHiCh TiMe
CaN nEvEr ErAsE
wHeN lIfE iZ
bLeSsEd WiTh FrIeNd
LiKe YoU
sWeEtEsT mEmOrIeZ
sTiLl ReMaIn ... (:
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. . .