| Username |
Post |
| hmmm.... |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 01:18 AM
- A box of chocolates, you never know what you gonna get
- Muglinko bhat-- kahile dhunga laagcha laagcha
- Cup of tea-- if you drink it too hot, you gonna burn your chyapu, if you let it cool down too much, then it don't have that taste
-jacket-- gets worn out with every use.
-bowling ball-- gets thrown around to hit the whatever they are called.
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| Sangey |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 08:21 AM
- a bottle of wine, gets better with age.
- a good Frederick Forsyth novel, full of suspense and excitement.
- living in Vancouver, ski in the morning and surf in the evening - catch my drift?
- lyrics of Gulzar, so beautiful and poetic.
- Mugling Ko Bhat, deeeeelicious!
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| sunakhari |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 08:24 AM
life is........what you make of it!
life is.........wonderful, enjoy it!
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| chahalpahal |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 08:44 AM
- is a biatch.. it sux.
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| Santosh Neupane |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 11:35 AM
Burning cigaratte, Starts with a flame, runs with smoke and ends as ashes.
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| joie de vivre |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 07:12 PM
I know this might not be what hmmm was looking for, but I love this quote from John Lennon (and lyrics from his song "Beautiful Boy"):
Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
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| HahooGuru |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 07:27 PM
Life is like ... Meet Hahoo!Guru @ Sajha.com and what not?
PS: Never think of meeting Hahoo!Guru, in realy world. You will
never want to read his posting second time. Meet him only
@ Sajha.com.
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| NNK |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 08:28 PM
Life is like a can of beer!
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| hmmm.... |
Posted
on 06-Mar-02 09:23 PM
- like a computer, you get what you keystrokes you push on the keyboard.
- like a wave, with ups and downs, highs and lows
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| thule |
Posted
on 07-Mar-02 08:42 AM
>- like a computer, you get what you
>keystrokes you push on the keyboard.
Often, you get the result what you do not expect. sometimes, life is like bigreko computer/keyboard.
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| Xena |
Posted
on 07-Mar-02 10:03 AM
Life is like a season....
sometimes cold and sometimes warm
sometimes filled with terror
sometimes filled with joy...after all its life
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