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1681
« on: May 06, 2011, 04:41:26 PM »
samaj nhi laggi :wait:
Haha dude. Samjan wali koi gal hi ni si. :pagel: Trouble & I are best friends. We can't live without each other :pagel: Some weeks back when EFTPOS didn't work. :sad: Last time you went overseas?
1682
« on: May 06, 2011, 04:18:27 PM »
Her other name is Sona flower. :happy:
1683
« on: May 06, 2011, 04:14:20 PM »
A few months ago.
Lol in my case its more like attempt to make one I'm not sure been awhile.
Last time you went on a rollercoaster?
Last time you made chapati?
We(Blokes) are not proficient in making chapati oi. Did ya ever try making one?
1684
« on: May 06, 2011, 04:11:18 PM »
2mths ago
Last time u felt like killing smone
Never. Fille, seems you've been in the wars latterly. :pagel: Last time you read a novel & which one?
1685
« on: May 06, 2011, 04:05:17 PM »
:wait: :wait: :wait: :wait: :wait: :dnk:
What happened dude? You want some stuff from that shop? lmao
1686
« on: May 06, 2011, 02:49:03 PM »
77 05 o_0 Something seems wrong with the counter :13:
What is that in the background of Deadman's pic? :D:
Smart lady caught that! haha I was in a souvenir shop in Amsterdam. One of ma mate clicked that pic randomly. Usually those stuff is found in all s shops. But ya know I'm a sau bacha(innocent kiddo), I stay away from such things :pagel: Le, ya got the inner meaning eh? :pagel:
1687
« on: April 28, 2011, 07:10:13 PM »
koi janwara nu pyar karn wali hove... like animal lover lol
Animal lover  :
1688
« on: April 28, 2011, 10:39:23 AM »
Haha Karam's reply was good. Karam, I' presume, nadhi is a girl. Please correct me if I'm wrong. : Codename's reply was pretty straightforward. :sad: Girls as marine officers look hot. :blink: Front desk jobs are also cool. :pagel: fer answer karugi...meanwhile, guys do look hot in any uniform 8-> like kudrat bhen said lol
Is it? Do girls fancy guys with uniform? Tbh, I just go through the motions. :hehe: Now I have a better reason to put that on :
1689
« on: April 28, 2011, 08:19:06 AM »
Yeah jida u & me
Oda me & he
Jida U & I :love:
1690
« on: April 28, 2011, 08:07:04 AM »
yeah becoz he is ma best friend
Roger dirty mind :thaa:
Best friend. 8-> :mean: Haha Just kidding! :pagel:
1691
« on: April 28, 2011, 07:55:15 AM »
Koi v admin or sub admin eh topic read kare ta jaldi jaldi jaldi help kardo
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єχтяιηѕι¢ di profile thik kardo plz becoz oh meri galti nal kharab hoyi so plz osnu thik kardo oh open nahi ho rahi :sad:
Someone cares for extrinsic so much. :
1692
« on: April 28, 2011, 07:07:30 AM »
This arvo.
Last time you laughed quietly?
: moments ago. Last time ya went to Harbour front?
1693
« on: April 28, 2011, 06:55:51 AM »
:laugh: Years and years ago? :laugh:
Last time a bed bug bit you?
You said something to me moments ago. That may be dead right :happy: Bed bug. Rofl. I don't remember. Last time ya fibbed? 
1694
« on: April 28, 2011, 06:44:52 AM »
5 seconds ago, after i read that question.
Last time you felt like punching the crap out of someone's face, breaking their nose and give them a black eye?
Prolly ages ago : I tend to be super cool nowadays : Last time you said something "dead right" to your mate? :happy:
1695
« on: April 27, 2011, 02:29:21 AM »
Ran out of toilet papers. :laugh:
1696
« on: April 27, 2011, 01:56:53 AM »
dont know
last time u kissed somebody :hehe:
:kiss: Just now. Haha I'm kidding! Last week. Last time you hugged someone?
1697
« on: April 27, 2011, 01:50:25 AM »
Oh man umm probably last summer
When was the last time you visited India?
2009. Last time you dedicated a song for someone?
1698
« on: April 27, 2011, 01:45:49 AM »
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband.... The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up!
1699
« on: April 27, 2011, 01:34:14 AM »
You've never been in a hospital? Not even a checkup? Wow good for you! And lol thats never happened to me...always have a stock of toilet paper waiting cant take any chances there lol
For check up yes. I thought maybe your asking about admitting or something lol. Btw, hospital scares the daylights out of me. I try to stay away amap.
When was the last time you waited in line for something (most likely toliet paper)? =]
Lol that never happened. One of ma mate texts me m running out of toilet papers. :laugh: When was the last time you ate ice cream?
1700
« on: April 27, 2011, 01:04:31 AM »
A few weeks ago
Last time you were in a hospital?
Never mate. :happy: God forbid! May that never happens. When was the last time house was running out of toilet papers 'cause you didn't take proper inventory? :laugh: :laugh:
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