<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>English | Hindi | Telugu | Shayari | Funny | Romantic SMSes</title><description>All English SMS, Telugu SMS, Hindi SMS, Funny SMS, Shayari, Romantic and Other SMSes.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2024 22:19:57 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>All English SMS, Telugu SMS, Hindi SMS, Funny SMS, Shayari, Romantic and Other SMSes.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><title>You are missing part of my heart...</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2016/08/you-are-missing-part-of-my-heart.html</link><category>Boy</category><category>Broken</category><category>business airport</category><category>careless</category><category>couple</category><category>Girl</category><category>good-bye</category><category>Happy</category><category>heart</category><category>house</category><category>Life</category><category>Love</category><category>missing part</category><category>opposite</category><category>proposal</category><category>Road</category><category>together</category><category>wedding</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2016 00:11:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-4778132717029805550</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
A boy proposed his girlfriend for marriage,&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: Tell me... who do you love most in this world..?&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: You, of course!&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: what am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said "You are missing part of my heart" She smiled,and she accepted his proposal.?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.However,the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems...their life became difficult. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to drift away their dreams and love for each other...The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel made their relation more worst.&lt;/div&gt;
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One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.... At the opposite side of the road, she shouted,"You don't love me...!"The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, said,"May be, it was a mistake for us to be together..!You were never the missing part of my ? ...!"&lt;/div&gt;
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Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He regretted what he said but words spoken cant be taken back.With tears in her eyes, she went home to pack her things and Before leaving the house, she left a note for him:"If I'm really not the missing part of your ?, let me go..n search for sum1 who is... It is less painful this way...let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..."&lt;/div&gt;
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Five years went by....He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly..... She had left the country and was living her dreams.He use to regret on what he did but never tried to bring her back.. In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart.He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.....One day, they finally met.... At the airport, He was going away on a business trip .He saw her, She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.&lt;/div&gt;
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Boy: How are you ?&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your heart's missing part...?&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: No.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;
Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back... You know my number.... Nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;
With a smile, she turned around and waved good- bye..&lt;br /&gt;
"Good-bye . . ."&lt;br /&gt;
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Same evening he heard of a plane crash which was headed to New York.He tried to know about her and&lt;br /&gt;
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found that,She died. Midnight..... Once again, he lit his cigarette..... And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart.... He finally knew, she was that missing part that he had carelessly broken . . .&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Tears</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/tears.html</link><category>Becomes</category><category>Boy</category><category>Boy Drips a Tear.</category><category>Girl</category><category>Girl Drops a Tear</category><category>Priceless</category><category>Valuable</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 06:07:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-643701398864873607</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;A BOY Becomes VALUABLE, when a Girl drops a TEAR for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;A Girl Becomes PRICELESS, when a BOY drops a TEAR for her.&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>TEARS - Real Meaning of "PAIN"</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/tears-real-meaning-of-pain.html</link><category>Explain</category><category>Liquids</category><category>Most Costly Liquid</category><category>tears</category><category>The Real Meaning of Pain.</category><category>Why</category><category>World</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 06:04:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-6737179713393010080</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;"TEARS" are one of the most costly Liquid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Do you know why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Cause out of many Liquids here in the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Only Tears can explain the real meaning of "PAIN"&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Most Beautiful SMS For You</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/most-beautiful-sms-for-you.html</link><category>All</category><category>Date</category><category>Delete</category><category>hug</category><category>Ignore</category><category>Kiss</category><category>Most Beautiful</category><category>Owe me</category><category>Read</category><category>Return</category><category>Save</category><category>SMS</category><category>Text Message</category><category>What Will You Do?</category><category>you</category><category>You Are Mine</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 06:00:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-8999473156228505355</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;This my most beautiful SMS for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;If you read you owe me a HUG, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;If you delete you Owe me a kiss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;If you save you owe me a DATE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;If you return text message to me, You OWE me All, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;But if you ignore, You are MINe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;So what will You do?&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Value The Feelings</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/value-feelings.html</link><category>feelings</category><category>heart</category><category>Never</category><category>Never Come Back Again.</category><category>people</category><category>Touched</category><category>Value</category><category>Walkout of Your Life</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:56:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-236280627325221558</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Value The Feelings Of People Who Have Touched your Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Because You'll Never Know When They Will Just Walkout Of Your Life and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Never Come Back Again...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Most Amazing Thing</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-most-amazing-thing.html</link><category>Broken</category><category>every</category><category>Hurts</category><category>Love</category><category>May</category><category>Never Dies.</category><category>Pieces</category><category>Someone</category><category>Still Love Him</category><category>The Most Amazing Thing</category><category>True</category><category>Whom</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:49:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-2631742561763426012</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
"LOVE " Is When Someone Whom You Love Hurts You :-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Amazing Thing Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That You Still Love Him/Her With Every Broken Pieces......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its So True that "Love May Hurt, But Never Dies"
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</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Forgiveness is sweet scent </title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/forgiveness-is-sweet-scent.html</link><category>a Little</category><category>Answer</category><category>beautiful</category><category>Crushed.</category><category>Flower</category><category>Forgiveness</category><category>Girl</category><category>Sweet Scent</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:43:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-3277357740243769370</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;When asked what forgiveness is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;A little girl gave this beautiful answer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;"Forgiveness is sweet scent that a flower gives when it is crushed&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Girls Language</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/girls-language.html</link><category>Attention</category><category>call</category><category>Cold</category><category>Follow</category><category>Girls Language</category><category>Give Up</category><category>Grab</category><category>Hate</category><category>Hit</category><category>Hug Me Tight</category><category>Ignore</category><category>Love</category><category>Mad</category><category>Please</category><category>Push</category><category>Shut Up</category><category>Stare</category><category>Tell.</category><category>Waiting</category><category>Walk away from You</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:41:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-2160069586561317803</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;GIRLS LANGUAGE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If I didn't call you, I'm just waiting for you to call me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm mad and I walk away from you. Follow me, please?&lt;br /&gt;When I push and hit you, grab me &amp;amp; don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;When I ignore you, give me your attention.&lt;br /&gt;When I say I hate you, say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's cold, hug me tight.&lt;br /&gt;When I tickle you, tickle me back.&lt;br /&gt;When I stare at you, I want a kidd.&lt;br /&gt;When I start to cry, just shut up and hug me.&lt;br /&gt;When I give up, tell me you won't let go..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sometimes</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/sometimes.html</link><category>Brilliant</category><category>heart</category><category>Kind</category><category>Listen.</category><category>mind</category><category>More Important</category><category>Need</category><category>Patient</category><category>right</category><category>Sometimes</category><category>Speaks</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:33:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-3658961372539378849</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;To be kind is more important than to be right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All we need is not a brilliant mind that speaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;But a patient heart that listens!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Who is More Closer ?</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/who-is-more-closer.html</link><category>Gives</category><category>Hard to Answer</category><category>More Closer</category><category>Question</category><category>Tears.</category><category>thought</category><category>Who</category><category>Wipes</category><category>Your Tear</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:26:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-6071659194322058081</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Question Hard To Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Who is more closer ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;The one who wipes your tears or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;The one whose thought gives you tears ???&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I Discovered 99 Different Ways To Failure - T A Edison...</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-discovered-99-different-ways-to.html</link><category>99 Different ways</category><category>99 Times</category><category>Discovered</category><category>Failed</category><category>Failure</category><category>Never</category><category>Say</category><category>T A Edison.</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:23:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-5673179354564205545</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Never say that I failed 99 times...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Always say I discovered 99  different ways to failure - T A Edison   .  .  .  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Whenever I Miss You </title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/whenever-i-miss-you.html</link><category>Across</category><category>Hear</category><category>I Feel You.</category><category>I Miss You</category><category>Look</category><category>My Chest</category><category>My Dreams</category><category>Put</category><category>Right Hand</category><category>Voice</category><category>Whenever</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:18:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-5377924554762104284</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;Whenever I miss You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;I won't look you in my dreams or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;try to hear your voice in your msgs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;I just put my right hand across my chest and I feel you.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A to Z Friend</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-to-z-friend.html</link><category>Accepts</category><category>believes</category><category>Command</category><category>Encourages</category><category>Helps</category><category>Invites</category><category>Justify Pray</category><category>Offers</category><category>Real Friend</category><category>Risks</category><category>Surprises</category><category>Teach</category><category>Value</category><category>Walks with you</category><category>Yells</category><category>Zaps.</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:14:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-7863713686921469384</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
A to Z friend&lt;br /&gt;A friend who,&lt;br /&gt;A-Accepts u&lt;br /&gt;B-Believes u&lt;br /&gt;C-Command u&lt;br /&gt;D-Disturbs u&lt;br /&gt;E-Encourages u&lt;br /&gt;F-For gives u&lt;br /&gt;G-Gives u&lt;br /&gt;H-Helps u&lt;br /&gt;I-Invites u&lt;br /&gt;J-Justify u&lt;br /&gt;K-Keeps close 2 u&lt;br /&gt;L-Loves u&lt;br /&gt;M-Makes u&lt;br /&gt;
N-Never hurts u&lt;br /&gt;O-Offers u&lt;br /&gt;P-Prays 4 u&lt;br /&gt;Q-Questions u&lt;br /&gt;R-Risks 4 u&lt;br /&gt;S-Surprises u&lt;br /&gt;T-Teach u&lt;br /&gt;U-Under stands u&lt;br /&gt;V-Value u&lt;br /&gt;W-Walks with u&lt;br /&gt;X-plains u&lt;br /&gt;Yells u,&lt;br /&gt;Zaps u...&lt;br /&gt;Is a real friend like me?
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I love you so much... ♥ ♥ ♥</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-love-you-so-much.html</link><category>always</category><category>call</category><category>Daily</category><category>feel</category><category>Hold</category><category>Hug.</category><category>Magic</category><category>My hand</category><category>Pic</category><category>Read</category><category>Record</category><category>Simple</category><category>Sometimes</category><category>Voice</category><category>Wait</category><category>Want</category><category>Watch</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 11:00:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-6305948205987541170</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I daily watch ur pic.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
I always wait for ur call.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I read ur msgs at least 5 times.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
I record ur voice sometimes.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always want u to hold my hand.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
I want to feel the magic of having a simple hug.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
Because I love you so much... ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>"I" Can Never Achieved  Success Without "U"</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-can-never-achieved-success-without-u.html</link><category>Achieved</category><category>Can</category><category>How</category><category>I</category><category>important</category><category>Never</category><category>Success.</category><category>U</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 10:56:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-6394681498730794728</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
How Can U "SM_LE"&lt;br /&gt; Without "I"&lt;br /&gt; How Can U Be "F_NE"&lt;br /&gt; Without "I"&lt;br /&gt; How Can U "W_SH"&lt;br /&gt; Without "I"&lt;br /&gt; How Can U Be "FR_END"&lt;br /&gt; Without "I"&lt;br /&gt; "I" Is very important...!&lt;br /&gt;But "I" Can Never Achieved&lt;br /&gt;Success Without "U" .....&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/who-let-dogs-out.html</link><category>divine</category><category>face</category><category>Fine</category><category>Looking</category><category>My Heart</category><category>perfect</category><category>Road</category><category>Saw</category><category>Singing</category><category>Song</category><category>sweet</category><category>Today</category><category>walk</category><category>Who Let the Dogs Out.</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 10:54:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-592123449510636339</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I saw you on ROAD today.&lt;br /&gt;
You were looking SO fine,&lt;br /&gt;
Your face SO divine,&lt;br /&gt;
Your walk SO perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
My HEART started singing a Sweet Song: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Throw your mobile also into well</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/throw-your-mobile-also-into-well.html</link><category>Do</category><category>Laugh</category><category>Messaging.</category><category>Mobile</category><category>Plan</category><category>Play</category><category>Sleep</category><category>think</category><category>Throw</category><category>Well</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 10:50:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-1401054099055668176</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Think well,&lt;br /&gt; Plan well,&lt;br /&gt; Do well,&lt;br /&gt; Sleep well,&lt;br /&gt; Play well,&lt;br /&gt; Laugh well and Throw your mobile also into well,&lt;br /&gt; Because you are not Messaging me Well!&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>You can make free calls!</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/you-can-make-free-calls.html</link><category>According</category><category>Brain</category><category>Calculated</category><category>call</category><category>Changed</category><category>charges</category><category>Cheaper</category><category>Congrats</category><category>Free Calls.</category><category>Network</category><category>Size</category><category>Smaller</category><category>Tariff</category><category>Your</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 10:49:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-1177193178008199351</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Your network tariff has changed! &lt;br /&gt;
Call charges are now calculated according to brain size. &lt;br /&gt;
The smaller the cheaper! &lt;br /&gt;
Congrats You can make free calls!&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LOVE Plays with your Life</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/love-plays-with-your-life.html</link><category>Finally</category><category>Life</category><category>Love</category><category>our</category><category>Play</category><category>Realize</category><category>Serious.</category><category>Sometime</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 08:11:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-6678504525839006008</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Some Time in our Life we Play with LOVE&lt;br /&gt; But&lt;br /&gt; When the Time comes and you Finally Realize that You want to get Serious..&lt;br /&gt; Then LOVE Plays with Ur Life..!!&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>To Be Happy Forever Think Of This</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/to-b-happy-forever-think-of-this.html</link><category>Anyone</category><category>Don't</category><category>forever</category><category>Forget</category><category>Kindness</category><category>Little</category><category>Remember</category><category>small Faults.</category><category>This of This</category><category>To Be Happy</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 23:21:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-973648459267866504</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
" To Be Happy Forever Think Of This:&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever forget the little kindness of anyone &amp;amp;,&lt;br /&gt;
Don't remember the small faults of anyone...!&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Keep Walking Towards your Goal</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/keep-walking-towards-your-goal.html</link><category>Bus Stop</category><category>Buses</category><category>Country</category><category>Fantastic</category><category>Goal.</category><category>Japan</category><category>Sentence</category><category>Time</category><category>Wait</category><category>Walking Towards</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 23:27:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-1934777302111608343</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
A Fantastic Sentence at Japan Country Bus Stop:&lt;br /&gt; Only Buses Will Wait Here.&lt;br /&gt; Not your Time.&lt;br /&gt; So Keep Walking Towards your Goal&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Art of Living</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/art-of-living.html</link><category>Art of Living</category><category>Favorable</category><category>Part</category><category>Situation</category><category>Smiling.</category><category>Unfavorable</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 23:26:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-4578130248957509310</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Living in the favorable and unfavorable situation is called Part of living.&lt;br /&gt;
But, smiling in all those situations is called Art of living.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>In Every Friendship</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/in-every-friendship.html</link><category>best</category><category>Fear</category><category>Feels</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Jealous</category><category>Lasting.</category><category>Reality</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 23:24:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-2687860138082197839</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
"In every friendship, &lt;br /&gt;
everyone feels jealous from their best one's friend. &lt;br /&gt;
but in reality,it is a fear of lasting their best one&lt;br /&gt;
not jealousy"&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Broken Piece</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/broken-piece.html</link><category>Amazing</category><category>Breaks</category><category>Broken Piece.</category><category>every</category><category>heart</category><category>Love</category><category>Most</category><category>Still</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 10:12:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-7601721746359001038</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
What is Love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Love is wen&lt;br /&gt; sum1 breaks ur heart n d most&lt;br /&gt; amazing thing is tat u still luv them&lt;br /&gt; wid every broken piece...!&lt;/div&gt;
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Select a chocolate for your friend</title><link>http://smsdq.blogspot.com/2013/02/select-chocolate-for-your-friend.html</link><category>According</category><category>Bounty</category><category>Chocolate</category><category>Dairy Milk</category><category>Kit-Kat</category><category>Mars</category><category>Mention</category><category>Nature</category><category>Perk</category><category>Snikers</category><category>Tobleron</category><category>Twix.</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hanamkonda Babu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 10:09:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596314630265361201.post-8153505271394728842</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Select a chocolate for ur friend according to his/her nature, and mention them here..&lt;br /&gt; 1) Kit-kat (Thoray c complicated any how I like you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) Dairy Milk ( You are amazing just the way you are. Totally perfect) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3) Perk ( Her problem ka meetha solution)&lt;br /&gt; 4) Tobleron ( Very complicated &amp;amp; hard to handle)&lt;br /&gt; 5) Mars (Fun package)&lt;br /&gt; 6) Snikers ( I love being wid you, best partner to spend tym with)&lt;br /&gt; 7) Bounty &amp;nbsp;(You are boring)&lt;br /&gt; 8) Twix (Your the sweetest person on earth)&lt;/div&gt;
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