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When some one insult you

kifayatktk — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:03:48 +0000

When some1 insults U..

Think before U react..

It takes 72 muscles to get angry,

14 to smile

but
Only 4 muscles to take Ur midle finger up n say FUCK 0FF!

ONE ONE 2

kifayatktk — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:28:30 +0000

::::Sweet Poem::::

ONE ONE:: 2
::I MISS U

tWO tWO::4
::I LIKE U MORE

ThREE THREE::6
;;LOVE IS FIX

FOUR FOUR;;8
:;U R GREAT

FiVE FIVE::10
;:MISS U FRIEND”.

Ek achha dost agar

kifayatktk — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:25:50 +0000

Ek achha dost agar 100 baar roothe
to use 100 baar manao,
kyunki keemti motiyon ki maala jitni baar
bhi toote use pirona hi padta hai…

Chanson

kifayatktk — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:21:32 +0000

A ring of gold and a milk-white dove
Are goodly gifts for thee,
And a hempen rope for your own love
To hang upon a tree.

For you a House of Ivory,
(Roses are white in the rose-bower)!
A narrow bed for me to lie,
(White, O white, is the hemlock flower)!

Myrtle and jessamine for you,
(O the red rose is fair to see)!
For me the cypress and the rue,
(Finest of all is rosemary)!

For you three lovers of your hand,
(Green grass where a man lies dead)!
For me three paces on the sand,
(Plant lilies at my head)!

Poem by: Oscar Wilde

Phir satao k satane me

kifayatktk — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:17:25 +0000

Phir satao k satane me maza aata ha,
Rooth jao k manane me maza aata ha,
Apna keh dena kisi ko bari baat nahi,
Apna keh kar nibhane me maza ata ha.

Had I the heaven

kifayatktk — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 17:03:48 +0000

Had I the heavens” embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Take this kiss upon the

kifayatktk — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 16:59:51 +0000

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.”

Tell me Is it going in?

kifayatktk — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 16:56:14 +0000

Tell me.is it going in?..yeah ..is it hurting?..ooh yeah
..ouch its hurtin ..ok i wil put it in slowly ..
stil hurtin..ahh yeh ….den lets try d other shoe madam

The baby mosquito

kifayatktk — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 08:18:50 +0000

The baby mosquito came back from its first flight,
his father asked him “how do you feel your flight?
he replied” it was wonderful,every1 was clapping 4 me.

The Gun Fighter

kifayatktk — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 07:54:50 +0000

A young man in the Old West wanted to be the
best gunfighter alive. He practiced every day, but
knew he was still missing something that would
make him the best.
One night, as he was sitting in a saloon, he
spotted an old man who had the reputation of
being the greatest gunfighter in his day. So the
young fella went over to the old man and told
him his dream. The old man looked him up and
down and said, “I have a suggestion that is sure
to help.”
“Tell me, tell me,” said the young man.
“Tie the bottom of your holster lower onto your leg.”
“Will that make me a better gunfighter?”
“Definitely,” said the old man.
The young gunman did what he was told, then
in a flash he drew his gun and shot the bow tie
off the piano player.
“Wow, that really helped. Do you have any
more suggestions?”
“Yeah, if you cut a notch in the top of your
holster where the hammer hits, the gun will
come out smoother.”
“Will that make me a better gunfighter?”
“It sure will,” said the old man.
The young guy did what he was told, drew
his gun in a blur and shot the cufflink off the
piano player.
“This is really helping me. Is there anything
else you can share with me?”
“One more thing,” said the old man, “Get that
can of axle grease over there in the corner and
rub it all over your gun.”
The young man didn’t hesitate but started
putting the grease just on the barrel of the gun.
“No, the whole gun, handle and everything,”
said the old man.
“Will that make me a better gunfighter?”
“No,” said the old man, “but when Wyatt Earp
gets done playing that piano he’s going to shove
that gun up your ass, and it won’t hurt as much.