Put your hand on

Put your hand on
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
  

Jun, 19 2010     172 chars (2 sms)     2419 views       Decent

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Relation Are Like Leaves Of Tree
&
Ur Life Is Like A Tree On The Land
Life Has Its Own Seasons, One Time Of Autumn Will Come When U’ll Lose Ur Relation
But Don’t Worry & Give Sometime To Ur Life & Wait For The Spring When U’ll Gain Numbers Of Fresh Relations
Try Understndin Diz Msg,
Dn U Cn Reach Any Height In Ua Lyf

"An Inch Of Time Is An Inch Of Gold,

Bt U Cnt Buy Dt Inch Of

Time Wd Any Inch Of Gold..
Its Not About Control Its About Love
When A Woman Sees A Man Hurting, Struggling Or Overwhelmed

Her Goal Is To Help
Not Control
Let Her Give You A Helping Hand
U r The Best
Heart Surgeon In The World
B''cuz
U Made A Place In My
Heart
Widout Cutting
&
Spilling Blood.
I''m Lucky To Have U.....
Way To Live . . .


Do All Da Good U Can

By All Means U Can
At All Da Time U Can

In Aal Da Places U Can

To All Da People U Can

As Long As Ever U Can
Hi. . .





What r u doing?

?

?
Thinking about me?

?

?

?
How Sweet. . .


i m also doing the same thing. . .


Thinking About my self;-)
The purpose ov relationship iz nt to hav sm1 who might complete u,Bt to hav sm1 wid whom u might share ur incompleteness!
When a love comes to an end, weak cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve...
So b wise always ;-
When you are alone
Don''t think of those
Who are not with you
But think of those
Who always wants to be with you-:)
It Was An Ordinary Day
I Was Caught In My Routine When
Suddenly Something Made Me Think Of You.
I Paused For A Moment N Smiled.
It Was No Longer An Ordinary Day…
Pain,
Like a tear unshed,
Stalling the ache.
Or, a deluge uncontrolled.
Drowning hope in its wake.
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. . .