Just One Life!

[Alexis]

arre CADjii...kya pata aapku mere bhare mein? aiy?

i hav a diverse taste in music to say d least....from Shakespeare's Sister to Hoobastank....me lissens to all d crap dat d Global Music Industry dishes out....:D

i'm actually lissenin to Neil Sedaka rite now...go figure!

Im surprised you listen to Hoobastank. That last time I mentioned my obsession with their latest album, you trashed it completely.

Or was the Linkin Park? <---No, that was Black Wizard I think?



Anyway, I hate when people talk crap about something someone else likes. Different folks, different strokes!

[black wizard]

That last time I mentioned my obsession with their latest album, you trashed it completely.
Or was the Linkin Park? <---No, that was Black Wizard I think?

Linkin Dork bashing is funnnn!!!

[Alexis]

Yeah whatever, BW

Alls I gots to say is that I cant wait to go to their concert next month! And I'll even get to meet them in person since Im a member of their official fanclub. HELL YEAH!!!!

[black wizard]

Yeah whatever, BW
Alls I gots to say is that I cant wait to go to their concert next month! And I'll even get to meet them in person since Im a member of their official fanclub. HELL YEAH!!!!

Linkin Dork...

yeah...ok

[azazel]

Linkin Dork...
yeah...ok

beta, tujhe PSD-treatment ki zaroorat hai

[Alexis]

Linkin Dork...
yeah...ok

beta, tujhe PSD-treatment ki zaroorat hai

I second that!

[CtrlAltDel]

beta, tujhe PSD-treatment ki zaroorat hai

can u throw some lite on that? i think i cud use it on some ppl...

[black wizard]

Linkin Dork...
yeah...ok

beta, tujhe PSD-treatment ki zaroorat hai

beta tujhe Vakeel Saahab treatment ki zaroorat hai!

[azazel]

can u throw some lite on that? i think i cud use it on some ppl...

guruji, one thing ive learned knowing PSD, is that, u dun go around dissing bands no matter who/what they are and whtever they play, infront of him.. if u do, then he'll mindf*** u.. BW knows, he's been thru it..



p.s: BW, ye vakeel saab treatment kya hai?? naanajaan treatment yaad aaya?? now stop this crap-talk..

[black wizard]

can u throw some lite on that? i think i cud use it on some ppl...

guruji, one thing ive learned knowing PSD, is that, u dun go around dissing bands no matter who/what they are and whtever they play, infront of him.. if u do, then he'll mindf*** u.. BW knows, he's been thru it..

p.s: BW, ye vakeel saab treatment kya hai?? naanajaan treatment yaad aaya?? now stop this crap-talk..

Nanajaan is dead

[black wizard]

tsk tsk! vakeel saahab ku bhool gaya?!?! tera kuch nahi hosakta.

[azazel]

Nanajaan is dead

kya bolra re m***********!!! .. kuch yaad aaya??

[HH]

Is This Life?, Life Is This!, Is Life This?!

rock_26iin , ZC , CtrlAltDel , Stingrae , Dr. Alban!!???????! , Lucifer , black wizard,



Alexis , Azazel, CtrlAltDel …

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[HH]

Just One Life ... No More ...

Just One Life ...

The Smiling One

Helping Some

Cheering ALL ...



Now Here

Now There

Nowhere ...

No More.

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[HH]

Just One Life ... Go On & On!



Recipe for Forever



Gather all of the ingredients together. So that they are close at hand!

Get a clean cloth and wipe the bowl clean of any lingering *dust* from the past.



Take MATURITY, RESPECT, and FRIENDSHIP, and stir gently. Add unlimited amounts of COMPASSION and KINDNESS, And mix well. To this, add CARING by the handfuls, and fold in TRUST.



Continue stirring gently, adding LISTENING, HONESTY, and large amounts of COMMUNICATION. Slip in some DREAMS, GOALS, And firm pieces of

KEEPING PROMISES.



Bake in a home filled with PEACE, BEAUTY, and SERENITY. Before you taste the finished product, sprinkle liberally with PATIENCE, LOVE, and a

touch of SPICE. Serve very hot, with IMAGINATION on the side.



-- Unknown

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Visit: http://www.inspirationalmail.com/life/recipe.htm



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[HH]

Just One Life ... Only One ...

Just One Life ...

The Bountiful One

Sharing Among All

Caring For ALL!



Just Nature's Water

For All to Share

One Country One People ...

Just One Life!

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[HH]

Just One Life ... - 10 / 8



Just One Life ...

Healthy One

Helping All

Happy One Life!



Just And Fair

For All to Care

People To Share

One Just Life!

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[Red Combat]

JUST ONE



One song can spark a moment,

One flower can wake the dream.

One tree can start a forest,

One bird can herald spring.



One smile begins a friendship,

One handclasp lifts a soul.

One star can guide a ship at sea,

One word can frame the goal



One vote can change a nation,

One sunbeam lights a room

One candle wipes out darkness,

One laugh will conquer gloom.



One step must start each journey.

One word must start each prayer.

One hope will raise our spirits,

One touch can show you care.



One voice can speak with wisdom,

One heart can know what's true,

One life can make a difference,

You see, it's up to you!

[HH]

JUST ONE
...

Thank You, RC, For Your JUST ONE ...!

Your JUST ONE ...
You're Just One ...
Your One Smile to Cheer ...
Your One Pat to Do More ...

Your One Word to Warm ...
You're But One ...
You're One Just ...
YOU'RE SPECIAL !


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[HH]

Rejoice / Review / Revise ... Leave / Live / Love ... JUST ONE LIFE...!

JUST ONE LIFE ...
Rejoice the Past ...
Review the Present ...
Revise the Future...

Leave the Past ...
Live the Present ...
Love the Future...
JUST ONE LIFE !


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[HH]

Life / Love / Live ... JUST ONE WIFE...!

JUST ONE LIFE ...
Just One Wife ...
One Living Wife ...
One Loving Wife!

One Just Wife ...
Wife is Life ...
Just One Wife...
JUST ONE LIFE!


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[HH]

An Old Lady's Poem... JUST ONE (MORE) LIFE?!



When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through her meagre possessions, they found this poem. It's quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the Newsmagazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple but eloquent poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.


An Old Lady's Poem

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe...

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill...
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have youngs of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my youngs now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing youngs of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years...all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!



Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within... we will one day be there too!


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[HH]

Why We Forward Mails


When you are very busy,
but still want to keep in touch,
guess what you do - you forward jokes!


When you have nothing to say,
but still want to keep in contact,
you forward jokes!

When you have something to say,
but don't know what,
and don't know how,
you forward jokes!

To let you know that:

you are still remembered,
you are still important,
you are still loved,
you are still cared for,
you are still wanted,
guess what you get?

A forwarded joke from me.

So my friend, next time if you get a joke,
don't think that I have sent you
just a joke, but that...

I Have Thought of You Today!


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Footnote:
Do all that is suggested above – however, make sure that you send just the core message (a joke, a story, a poem, an incident, or whatever) by suitable cutting and pasting the relevant portion alone.
Let not the forwarded message contain 1-2 kB of message and a deadweight of 120 kB of forwarded email id’s snowballed in the merry mail forwarding binge….

- Caravan.com

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[HH]

Review / Reward / Regard / Rejoice ... JUST ONE LIFE ... !

JUST ONE LIFE ...
Dear President Bush...
Review the Past ...
Reward the Present...

Regard the Present ...
Dear Candidate Kerry ...
Rejoice the Future ...
JUST ONE LIFE !


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[Alexis]

An Old Lady's Poem... JUST ONE (MORE) LIFE?!

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meagre possessions, they found this poem. It's quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the Newsmagazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple but eloquent poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.

An Old Lady's Poem

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe...

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill...
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have youngs of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my youngs now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing youngs of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years...all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!


Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within... we will one day be there too!

Woah, I had watery eyes by the time I got to the end of this poem, HH-sir!
Sure, Im an emotional fool. But can you blame me?! This poem is sooo heavy!