@ Wendz
v Mum,I did not refuse. Read my post again from a fresh angle. This is where literature comes in. How it sounds in your brain determines how your brain interprets it.
v Incidentally,I have a photoclomatic memory. I was only emphasizing that if I had mentioned it earlier,it was a good one. Is my grammar a little bit off the curve or am loosing it. I was the best in grammar at State House girls for all the four years I was there unless they made me believe so (Please,let’s not revisit my old school).
v Wendz,you are great,actually the greatest. You never lose your cool,you never argue and I won’t use the word ‘but’ on this same line. Get the drift.
v And yet,there are those who spend all their lives working for others.
v In America,a man will leave school,work for a couple of years,then go into private practice or start a company,develop it and go public or sell it to a competitor/investor thereby raking in billions. He then sets aside three quarters of the amount in blue chip companies and spends the floating quarter touring the world with his wife and kids on a Cruise Ship. That is what life is all about. Anything else is surviving,wondering what happened and refusing to retire even when its time. When you are forced to retire,you go to your rural home,start fighting over scarce land and within months,you are six feet under. Wendz,give me a break,and yet I like you.
• It saves you hell if you treat new acquaintances as enemies consistently until each proves otherwise or confirms - Jsanchiazh.
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases;
It will never pass into nothingness;
But still will keep a bower quiet for us,
and a sleep full of sweet dreams,
and health, and quiet breathing. - Keats
>>>>>>>In life,there are three classes of people,
1. Those who make things happen,
2. Those who watch things happen
3. And those who ask what happened.
Where do you fall?