TWO FRIENDS…


TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER
ONE
IN THE FACE

THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT
WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND

TODAY MY BEST
FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE

THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY
FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH

THE ONE WHO HAD
BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE! AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE
FRIEND SAVED HIM.

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE
WROTE ON A STONE:

‘TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE’

THE
FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, ‘AFTER I HURT
YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?’

THE
FRIEND REPLIED
‘WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND,
WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.

BUT, WHEN SOMEONE
DOES
SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO
WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT’

LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND
AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.

THEY SAY IT TAKES A
MINUTE
TO FIND A SPECIAL
PERSON, AN HOUR TO
APPRECIATE THEM

A DAY
TO
LOVE THEM, BUT THEN
AN ENTIRE LIFE
TO FORGET THEM.

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FRIENDSHIP…

I SEE ONCE AGAIN HOW SOME PEOPLE ARE STILL CAUGHT UP ONLY IN THEMSELVES….AND THEY THINK THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND THEM…

FRIENDSHIP….TO HAVE A FRIEND YOU MUST BE A FRIEND…..

PEOPLE WALK AROUND SO CAUGHT UP IN THEMSELVES AND THINK THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE ELSE…..

IF YOU DONT HAVE ANY FRIENDS……THEN YOU MUST ASK
YOURSELF IS IT ME AM I THE PROBLEM ??…..WE HAVE BECOME SO JADED BY LIFE AND
SOCIETY AS A WHOLE  THAT WE HAVE BECOME A NATION OF
ASSOCIATES….

FRIENDSHIP IS SOMETHING TO BE VALUED AND NURTURED AND ONE MUST MAKE A EFFORT TO MAINTAIN IT……

NOW OF COURSE NOT EVERYONE IS WORTHY OF YOUR FRIENDSHIP
BUT THAT IS NOT A JUDGEMENT YOU CAN JUST MAKE WITHOUT THE PROPER INFORMATION
ABOUT THAT PERSON…

SO GATHER YOUR INFORMATION AND MAKE A INFORMED DECISION
AND NOT JUST  ONE THAT YOU PREJUDGED…..

WE AS HUMAN BEINGS CANNOT LIVE IN THE WORLD ALONE AND WE
ARE ALL CONNECTED THROUGH OUR CREATOR AND
CREATION……….

SO REMEMBER THAT YOU MUST CONNECT TO YOUR FELLOW HUMAN
BEING……

The Date… (part 1)

When i first saw Darwin, immediately i felt a strong attraction towards him..
His intelligence and personalities beamed on his handsome smiling face.
I decided to  ride my scott over to meet him. I admire his athletic physique. We
met on February last year and hit it off from the start. He asked me if i knew
the way to Markt Dorf.., because he really wanted to go for a ride, he asked if
he could ride with me since I am heading towards the park. As we rode to the
park, the usual questions were asked about each other.. By the time we got
there,  I well.. to use an old clichés…” I was in love”.

I decided we go to the supermarket to get some munchies. We got some fruits,
juice, ice cream, crackers and chocolate. Back in the park we found a lunch putsch
of grass in a garden. We ate the goodies and talked of our interests, finding
that we had much in common. I beginning to feel like a teenager.

I suggested a nap in the sun as we lay down, he cozied up next to me and held
my hand in his. The feelings i had was wonderful, a combination of love and
lust    (you did not expect this to a a romance Now! did you?)

We napped for a while, when we woke up, we started riding back. I invited him
for dinner at my place.. of course he accepted… (wink)

 My place was warm, with the sun pouring in the through South facing windows.
My collection of music included every taste from jams, R&B, Jazz, gospel
etc.. interested him.. and then aah my arts.. my painting caught his breath…
He loved the plants i had in the house..

I suggested that Darwin relax while i shower and changed, Darwin decided he’
l’ll help me with the salad. When i emerged, i handed him the robe to shower
before dinner.

 Dinner wasn’t candle light, the sun was still shinning, but everything was
Romantic..Good music, good food and most important a good person to share with..
After the table was cleared, I served cups of gourmet ice cream and we retired to
couch.

 If Darwin was to be only a friend, i would still be content to share his
company. Of course we both hoped for more. I sat down close to him, shoulders
touching. We ate our ice cream very slowly. He deliberately licking the spoon
in a suggestive manner as if not to be outdone, i would lick the full spoon in
my mouth and withdraw it slowly, lips closed and a moan of pleasure… (it was
good ice cream)

 By the end of the ice cream we were closer together. I leaned back on the
couch. Darwin put his arms around me and my hands clasped, fingers moving
between each other sensuously, My head leaned on his shoulder. He reached with
his lips and kissed my hair. My head moved back and my ear was exposed…..

To be continued…

MOTHER’S DAY HUMOUR….

Mother’s Day Humour

Over the centuries mothers have given their children plenty of good advice;
here are some examples which Will and Guy find quite amusing.

COLUMBUS’S MOTHER: I don’t care what you’ve discovered, Christopher.
You could have written.

MICHELANGELO’S MOTHER: Mike, can’t you paint on walls like other
children?  Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that stuff off the
ceiling?

NAPOLEON’S MOTHER: All right, Napoleon. If you aren’t hiding your
report card inside your jacket, then take your hand out of there and prove it.

GOLDILOCKS’S MOTHER: I’ve got a bill here for a broken chair from the
Bear family.  Do you know anything about this Goldie?

ALBERT EINSTEIN’S MOTHER: But, Albert, it’s your senior picture. Can’t
you do something about your hair?  Styling gel, mousse, something…?

THOMAS EDISON’S MOTHER: Of course I’m proud that you invented the
electric light bulb, Thomas. Now turn off that light and get to bed!

HUMPTY DUMPTY’S MOTHER: Humpty, If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a
hundred times not to sit on that wall. But would you listen to me? No!

Funny Jokes for Mother's DayFunny Jokes for Mother’s Day

After putting her children to bed, Jacqui changes into her old jeans and a
worn out blouse and proceeds to wash her hair. As she hears the children getting
more and more noisy in their bedroom, her tolerance grows thin. At last Jacqui
wraps a towel around her wet head and storms into their room, putting them back
to bed and giving them severe warnings. While leaving the room, she overhears
her three-year-old say in a shaky voice, ‘Who was “that”?’

The Vocabulary Of A Mother

  • Dumbwaiter: One who asks if the children would care to order a dessert.
  • Feedback: The inevitable result when the baby doesn’t appreciate the
    strained carrots.
  • Full Name: What you call your child when you’re angry with him.
  • Grandparents: The people who think your children are wonderful even though
    they’re sure you’re not raising them right.
  • Independent: How we want our children to be for as long as they do
    everything we say.
  • Puddle: A small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry
    shoes into.
  • Show Off: A child who is more talented than yours.
  • Whodunit: None of the children who live in your house.
  • Bottle-feeding: An opportunity for Daddy to get up at 2 am.
    See Father’s Day jokes.