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| Celebrating the 7th Anniversary . . . |
Hi my friends..,
Greetings. . . :-) Well 4MinutesPerDay now 7 years old :-) Yes today
(30th of July).. by Celebrating the 7th anniversary :-) So I would
like to thanks to each & every one of you for being a part of 4MinutesPerDay . . .
Well if you got any suggestions.. new things you like to see in 4MinutesPerDay
please send all your comments to asela@4MinutesPerDay.com & if you like you
can read all the old eMails by visiting 4minutesPerDay archive section
http://archive.4minutesperday.com
So time to stop & again Thanks for all of you to been with me for past 6 years..
Hop you will stay with me . . .
ps : And I hope to start posting posts every day again..
Thanks,
Have a nice day,
Asela Nakulugamuwa. |
| Posted by
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Friday, July 30, 2010
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| Happy New Year 2010 . . . |
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| Posted by
Asela
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
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| Celebrating the 6th Anniversary . . . |
Hi my friends..,
Greetings. . . :-) Well 4MinutesPerDay now 6 years old :-) Yes today
(30th of July).. by Celebrating the 6th anniversary :-) So I would
like to thanks to each & every one of you for being a part of 4MinutesPerDay . . .
Well if you got any suggestions.. new things you like to see in 4MinutesPerDay
please send all your comments to asela@4MinutesPerDay.com & if you like you
can read all the old eMails by visiting 4minutesPerDay archive section
http://archive.4minutesperday.com
So time to stop & again Thanks for all of you to been with me for past 3 years..
Hop you will stay with me . . .
ps : And I hope to start posting posts every day again..
Thanks,
Have a nice day,
Asela Nakulugamuwa. |
| Posted by
Asela
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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| Flying . . . |
Flying . . .
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in an orphanage. The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly.
There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly
"Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.
There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk
and run like other little boys and girls.
"Why can't I be like them?" he thought.
One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage.
He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the
sandbox. He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.
"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be
like to walk and run like other boys and girls."
"That is very sad”, said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?"
he said to the little boy in the sandbox.
"Sure." said the little boy. The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles
and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds, which made them laugh,
real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son.
The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and
whispered something into his ear.
"That would be OK," said the man.
The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said,
"You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make
you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you."
The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back.
He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy
on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel.
Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.
The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping
his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice, "I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"
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| Posted by
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Friday, August 22, 2008
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| Nuts . . . |
Nuts . . .
On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence.
One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began
dividing the nuts. "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy. Several
dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard
voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard,
"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me." He just knew what it was. He jumped
back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling
along. "Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard!" "Satan and the Lord
are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls."
The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk." When the boy insisted though,
the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you,
one for me, One for you, one for me."
The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' me the truth." "Let's see if we can see the Lord.
" Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything.
The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter
as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, "One for you, one for me . . . That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."
They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike . . .
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| Posted by
4MinuesPerDay
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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| Two babies . . . |
Two babies . . .
Two babies were sitting in their cribs, when one baby shouted to the
other,
"Are you a little girl or a little boy?"
"I don't know," replied the other baby giggling.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" said the first baby.
"I mean I don't know how to tell the difference," was the reply.
"Well, I do," said the first baby chuckling, "I'll climb into your
crib and find out."
He carefully maneuvered himself into the other baby's crib, then
quickly disappeared beneath the blankets.
After a couple of minutes, he resurfaced with a big grin on his face.
"You're a little girl, and I'm a little boy," he said proudly.
"You're ever so clever," cooed the baby girl, "but how can you tell ?"
"It's quite easy really," replied the baby boy,
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"You've got pink socks and I've got blue ones . . .
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| Posted by
4MinuesPerDay
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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| You Are Always In My Mind . . . |
You Are Always In My Mind . . .
I close my eyes
To find in a dream
To be with you
For a while
Beautiful memories
About our past,
Just like the blue sky
Will be there always
In my mind..
For as long as I live
The fragrance of you
I always feel
In my heart
Will never say
You are away from me . . .
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