Monday, April 26, 2010


o901. Definition of Honeymoon
The vacation a man takes before beginning work under a new boss..

o902. Life is like cotton, don’t make it heavier by sinking it in sorrow of water,
But make it lighter by letting it blow in the air of joy..

o903. “If every beat 0f my heart is caused by pe0ple wh0 are kind and sweet t0 me,
I just want t0 say, THANK YOU..
For keeping me ALIVE!”

o904. They love u but they are not your lover..
They care for u but they are not from your family..
They are ready to share your pain but they are not in your blood relation.
They are:
True friend scolds like a Dad!
Cares like a Mom!
Teases like a Sister!
Irritates like a Brother!
And finally loves u more than a lover.

o905. Content:
There are two perfect guys out there,
The only problem is they’re dating each other.

o906. Mahirap magsabi ng “sorry”
Mahirap magsabi ng "mahal kita"
Mahirap magsabi ng "kailangan kita"
Pero nalaman ko, pinakamahirap palang sabihin yung
Lower, rural, ruler ng 10 times na mabilis.
Totoo, try mo!

o907. Babae: Sabong, bilyar, casino! Puro ka na lng sugal! Pinababayaan mo na kami!
Lalake: Magbabago na ako! Mula ngaun, di ko na gagawin lahat un.
Babae: Talaga lng, ha?!
Lalake: Oo nga! Kahit magpustahan pa tayo!

o908. Many times, the things we complain about are the good things.
We grumble about having too much work while others don’t even have.
We complain waking up early in the morning while others don’t even have a reason to live.
We grouse about gaining weight while others don’t even have food on their tables.
Everyday, the Lord fills our lives with so much goodness.
All we need to do is open our eyes and give thanks for each of them..

o909. To laugh is to risk appearing foolish.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing one’s true self.
To place ideas before a crowd is to risk ridicule.
To hope is to risk despair.
Yet the person who risks nothing and does nothing ultimately becomes nothing.

o910. A boy writing a paper on childbirth asks his parents, ‘How was I born?’
MOM: (awkwardly) The stork brought you.
BOY: Oh. Well, how were u & daddy born?
MOM: Oh, the stork brought us, too, & Grandpa & Grandma.
The boy wrote his paper,
‘This report has been very difficult to write due to the fact there hasn’t been a natural childbirth in my family for three generations…’

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