Be a diode/transistor/resistor & capacitor

Be a diode/transistor/resistor & capacitor
Be
~A DIODE
To Remove Negative Thinking
~A TRANSISTOR
To Amplify The Character
~A RESISTOR
To Drop Bad Habits
~A CAPACITOR
To Store Good Thoughts:-)
  

Mar, 11 2011     148 chars (1 sms)     2771 views       Decent

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Everything Is Pre-written & nothing can be re-written. So, live the best and leave the rest to God. Gud Day!
What''s Ur opinion about!
Mohabat sy banae gae rishty muzbot hoty hain
YA
Rishton sy ki jany wali mohabt zyda muzbot hoti hy...
The appearence of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really ourselves
Hont jab Hont se milte hain to kya hota hai ?
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Socho....
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Socho
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Tauba Tauba kitna burra sochte ho.....
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Moo band hota hai aur kya ?
If someone would ask me what a beautiful life means, I would lean my head on your shoulder n hold u close to me n answer with a smile:
''''Like this''''
I Like 3 Things

The Sun

The Moon

&

YOU


Sun For The Day Time

Moon For The Night Time

&

You For The LIFE TIME (~_~)
Watch Out!
Defend Yourself !

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TOO LATE



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





Thousands Of Tightest
Hugs ... (:
Relations r Like a
''Rubber band''

F L E X I B L E

You Can Stretch It As
Much As You Want
But Don''t Leave It After
Stretching
Bcoz It Really

H U R T S ..
If we both exchange a rupee, we both have 1 rupee each, but if we exchange one good thought, we both hav two good thoughts.

Have a nice day!
When you want to enjoy life, think today as your life''s First day. When you want to achieve something in life, think today as your life''s Last day.
When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we dont see which one has been opened for us..
LiFe Is LiKe PiAnO . . .
WhItE KeYs RePrESeNt HaPpInEsS & BlAcK OnEs ShoWs SaDnEsS . . .
BuT As U Go ThRoUgH LiFe . . .
ReMeMbEr ThAt
ThE BlAcK KeYs MaKe MuSiC ToO . . .