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A walk in da rain
When the world has taken its toll And I feel so out of control Everything I do or say Becomes a big disarray The rain begins to fall Creating a dark wall Brings a grin to my face I grab my shoes and race Into the wet wall of tears All at once letting go of my fears Now I don’t have to be shy Behind the wet wall I can cry With every falling drop The pain begins to stop Like it’s washing it away Pain falls the ground to stay A scream into the clouded sky In a way says goodbye To the anger and pain That I couldn’t even explain The water falling around me Has once again set me free
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Not goodbye
How do I say goodbye And not stop to cry? Tears, fears, and prayers for the years I’ll spend missing you Alone and so blue Reminiscing, missing, and listing All the little things you do The trouble we could get into Mondays, Tuesdays and Always Waiting for your return Filled with concern Goodbye? No. Not goodbye But farewell and so long till’ We meet again, to you I belong Okay, everyday you’re away My dirty little secret With no regret And I promise you this… I love you for always Muah!
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Baby dont worry
Baby don’t worry I will never leave you This is true I promise you You’re the only one for me Baby I love you can’t you see I want to be with you forever I will leave you….never This may sound crazy But some day I want to have your baby I want to be your wife I want to be with you for life Like I said This may sound crazy But when I’m with you I can be me I’m happy and I’m free Don’t want to lie to you Don’t want to hurt you Don’t want to scare you I just want to be with you
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Divorce letter
Dear Wife,
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal, and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers later that night. You came home, nibbled at your food for two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me. Whichever is the case,,,,I'm gone. Signed, Your EX-Husband P.S. Don't try to find me. Your sister and I are moving away to West Virginia together. Have a great life! ------------ Dear Ex-Husband, Nothing has made my day more enjoyable than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a 'good man' is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. It's just too bad it doesn't work. Yes, I did notice when you got a hair cut last week,,, and actually the first thing that came to my mind was "You look just like a girl",,, but my mother raised me not to say anything at all if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with my SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago. I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was just a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your silk boxers were $49.99... After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for twenty million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Hawaii. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you've always wanted. My lawyer said with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care. Signed: Rich As Hell and Freeeeeeeeeeee! P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but my sister 'Carla',,,was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem for you. *******
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Helpless
Completly helpless when he touches me in the slightest way when he kisses me when he pulls me close to him and kisses me so gently my body trembles and i melt right into his arms these feelings i wish i could express to him but i never can find the words its like they're lost in the wind its hopeless trying to fight off these feelings its like he has me under a spell a trants when he comes around but when he looks me in the eyes and says he loves me without saying anything at all im paralyzed i feel butterflies in my stomach but thats what i love about him he makes me feel
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Denver airport
Denver Airport :
This is hilarious. I wish I had the guts of this girl. For all of you out there who've had to deal with an irate customer, this one is for you. An award should go to the United Airlines gate agent in Denver for being smart and funny while making her point when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo. A crowded United Airlines flight was canceled. A single agent was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travelers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk.
He slapped his ticket on the counter and said "I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST CLASS." The agent replied, "I am sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but, I've got to help these folks first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out." The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear,
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?" Without hesitating, the agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone, "May I have your attention please, " she began, her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal.
"We have a passenger here at Gate 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Gate 14." With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the United agent, gritted his teeth and swore "F*** You!". Without flinching, she smiled and said, I'm sorry sir, you'll have to get in line for that too.
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Perspective on life
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh yeah," said the son. "So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?" asked the father. The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night... Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them." The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are." Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! "Life is too short and friends are too few."
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Him
I see him day by day I see him walk my way I dream about him each night Wish upon a star every night That he will kiss my lips and make my knees go weak But till then i'll wait alone wishing he will come to rescue me
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The wrong times
As the sadness creeps As my heart weeps You scream with anger Loud with rage AS I wait for my fate I cry and cry As I wish to die You are the hand I am the glass You pick me up Throw me down AS the sadnnes creeps The glass breaks
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The perfect husband...
Several men are in the changing room of a golf club. A mobile phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and began to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen. MAN: "Hello" WOMAN: "Darling, it's me. Are you at the club?" MAN: "Yes" WOMAN: "I am at the shopping centre and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only Rs.1,900. Is it OK if I buy it?" MAN: "Sure,..go ahead if you like it that much." WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2005 models. I saw one I really liked." MAN: "How much?" WOMAN: "Rs17,00,000" MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options." WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing ... The house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking Rs.31,50,000" MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of 31,00,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand. It really is a pretty good price."
WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!"
MAN: "Bye! I love you, too."
The man hangs up. The other men in the changing room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape.....
He smiles and asks:
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