It was two weeks before Christmas, and Mrs. Smith was very busy. She bought a lot of Christmas cards to send to her friends and to her husband's friends , and put them on the table in the living-room .Then when her husband came home from work, she said to him, 'Here are Christmas cards for our friends, and here are some stamps, a pen and our book of addresses. Will you please write the cards while I am cooking the dinner?'
Mr. Smith did not say anything, but walked out of the living-room and went to his study. Mrs. Smith was very angry with him, but did not say anything either.
Then a minute later he came back with a box full of Christmas cards. All of them had addresses and stamps on them.
'These are from last year, ' he said. 'I forgot to post them.'
IT is beautiful to speak of God to man. We cannot fully undrestand the nature of God because we are not God,but we can make ready our consciousness to undrestand,and grow through,the visible expressions of God
WHEN you love you should not say;'God is in my heart,'but rather,'I am in the heart of God
Johnson is so conceited.
Yes, on his last birthday he sent a telegram of congratulation to his mother.
A Frenchman, an Englishman, and a New Yorker were captured by cannibals.
The chief comes to them and says, "the bad news is that now that we've caught you, we're going to kill you. We will put you in a pot and cook you, eat you, and then use your skins to build a canoe. The good news is that you get to choose how you die."
The Frenchman says, "I take ze sword."
The chief gives him a sword, he says, "Vive la France!" and runs himself through.
The Englishman says, "a pistol for me, please."
The chief gives him a pistol, he points it at his head, says,
"God save the queen!" and blows his brains out.
The New Yorker says, "gimme a fork."
The chief is puzzled, but he shrugs and gives him a fork.
The New Yorker takes the fork and starts jabbing himself all over -- the stomach, the sides, the chest, everywhere. There's blood gushing out all over, it's horrible.
The chief is appalled, even for a cannibal.
He asks, "My God almighty, what are you doing?"
And the New Yorker replies, "So much for your canoe!"
energy. But I've noticed many of them are tired.
They sit on their seats and in the mean while they'll have a nap. It looks funny when their heads move from side to side with the train's movements or when their mouths are wide open. What do they do? What did dey do last night since they're so tired? Did they watch TV till late? Or did they read some good book? But some of them may have had fun with their husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend
So many people... so many lives.... so many ways of living... who are these people? some thieves, some charity people, som mean, som good... who am I? Where am I going... I step out of the bus out to the rain... hurry into the class... take off my jacket sit down on my chair and try to listen to the professor... but who were they? who am I? I try to listen but I look out of the window... stare at the grey sky...
From the cradle to grave
April Fool's Day or All Fools' Day, though not a holiday in its own right, is a notable day celebrated in many countries on April1. The day is marked by the commission of haoxes and other practical joke of varying sophistication on friends and neighbours, or sending them on fools' errands, the aim of which is to embarrass the gullible. In some countries, April Fools jokes must only be made before midday
I mean why don't we just believe in our selves and in that what we've got is if not more but at least as good as what others have got. Why not believe in our selves and in that we are able to do good. Stand up tall with the head up but not as a sign of snobbery! Hmm... please do not hesitate dropping few lines as comments... u'll make my grass MUCH MORE green
