FATHER - picked a great girl to marry you.
SON- But, Dad, I prefer to choose my wife.
FATHER - My son, she is daughter of Bill Gates ...
SON- Well, in this case, I agree.
Then, the father negotiate , go find the Bill Gates.
FATHER - Bill, I have a husband for your daughter!
BILL GATES - But my daughter is too young to marry!
FATHER - This Guy is vice president of the World Bank ...
BILL GATES - in this case, so good.
Finally, the father went negotiate to the President of the World Bank.
FATHER - Mr. President, I have a couple recommended to be vice president of the World Bank.
PRES. WORLD BANK - But I already have many vice presidents, more than is necessary.
FATHER - Men, Sr., this couple is son-in-law of Bill Gates.
PRES. WORLD BANK - in this case it can even start tomorrow!
The moral of the story: There is no negotiation lost. Everything depends on the strategy.
'If one day say that their work is not a professional, remember: the Noah's Ark was built by amateurs; professionals built the Titanic ...'
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
About Me!
I 'm pretty, But i 'm not Beautiful.I sin, But i 'm not the Devil.I 'm good But i 'm not an angel.I 'm son, A brother, A cousin, A friend. I 'm student, A young boy, I 'm confident & scacrd. Terrified & excited.I 'm loving & caring & thoughtful & hopeful.I 'm sick & tired.I 'm shy & friendly,& careful & careless.I 'm misunderstood, I 'm hardworking & determined,but a little scared on the inside. I wish on stars & dream my dreams.I pray 2 GOD & cry my tears.I :) on the outside,while I 'm dying on the inside.I listen 2 others who won't listen 2 me.I believe in passion, but not true love. I want u but not so close. I 'm everything & nothing all at once.And all i want is 4 u 2 LOVE ME..........
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Not a Morning Person
I woke up early one morning
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away,
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun
I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed
Then gently closed the window
And crushed his fucking head
I'm not a morning person
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away,
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun
I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed
Then gently closed the window
And crushed his fucking head
I'm not a morning person
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