Dr. TranofiljA
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Le_Routard
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Re: Dr. TranofiljA
S'thon kot minjt, hiku macja hajt te hudhim valle!
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Ho me, nuk osht mo ktu Dok Trani dhe keni fillu tu shtri njoni tjetrin/njona tjetren/njoni njonen etj.
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S'thon kot minjt, hiku macja hajt te hudhim valle!
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Ho me, nuk osht mo ktu Dok Trani dhe keni fillu tu shtri njoni tjetrin/njona tjetren/njoni njonen etj.
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Le_Routard
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Re: Dr. TranofiljA
ncuq. ho thuje i her kush osht!
ncuq. ho thuje i her kush osht!
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Re: Dr. TranofiljA
hec ma, te pakten i dike emrin /pf/images/graemlins/wink.gif
Re: Dr. TranofiljA
Mos te qeshi buza kot, se ne klinikat moderne kane fillu me bo edhe burrat me beb( ne provez), jo mo grate... /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif ene ti s'je lodh shume per ate beb, nji veze knej , nji ashtushe qe e din vete tina kushedi kujt cun te forumit ja ke more , edhe hopla.... bebi ne provez...... /pf/images/graemlins/tongue.gif
Le_Routard
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Re: Dr. TranofiljA
Te kom thone mos i shif gocat shume gjat se njelin shtatzon ti nuk me besoshe!
Ps. Ore mos te ka ra ty shkopi shkurter ne ke kalu i funit se masnej nuk i dihet.
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Urime urime Nazho!!! Pse nuk thu me qe paske sebep sone?
Te kom thone mos i shif gocat shume gjat se njelin shtatzon ti nuk me besoshe!
Ps. Ore mos te ka ra ty shkopi shkurter ne ke kalu i funit se masnej nuk i dihet.
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TranofiljA
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Re: Dr. TranofiljA
Me kshu t'shkelme syni po ja merrni menjen Nazhukut ju re????
Nazhuko, m'raft pika.....here tjeter nuk do ti jap mesazhet e telefonit para t'gjithve.....po ti dergoj me poste...kur te coj rrogen /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
...dhe mos harro ate kabinetin e ilaceve mos e harro mo hapur...se shi si mori kot dynjaja. :smash: :smash:
Me kshu t'shkelme syni po ja merrni menjen Nazhukut ju re????
Nazhuko, m'raft pika.....here tjeter nuk do ti jap mesazhet e telefonit para t'gjithve.....po ti dergoj me poste...kur te coj rrogen /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
...dhe mos harro ate kabinetin e ilaceve mos e harro mo hapur...se shi si mori kot dynjaja. :smash: :smash:
Re: Dr. TranofiljA
karroce ne kena gzim ...se shef ti ,i modh e i vogel tu m'shtrengu duret....e ti m'thu mos u nxef.
LR....po ku di une i ziu sa para meje e paskan pa ket Fiorelen.shkopat i perdorim vetem per plazh tu lujt me mullare rere.
PS: po pati nai Fjorela ne forum te behet e gjalle.
karroce ne kena gzim ...se shef ti ,i modh e i vogel tu m'shtrengu duret....e ti m'thu mos u nxef.
LR....po ku di une i ziu sa para meje e paskan pa ket Fiorelen.shkopat i perdorim vetem per plazh tu lujt me mullare rere.
PS: po pati nai Fjorela ne forum te behet e gjalle.
TranofiljA
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Re: Dr. TranofiljA
Hmmmm /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
'Mesimi' Dites :smash:
CARROT, EGG OR COFFEE?
A daughter complained to her father about her life, and how things seemed so difficult. She did not know how to keep going and wanted to give up. She was tired of struggling. It seemed that as soon as she solved one problem, another one came up.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen in his restaurant. He filled three pots with water and placed them on the stove. In the first pot he put carrots, in the second he put eggs and in the last one he put coffee beans.
Soon, the water in the three pots was boiling. The girl's father did not say a word.
The daughter waited impatiently, asking herself what her father was trying to do. After twenty minutes the father turned off the stove. He took the carrots and placed them in a bowl. He took the eggs and placed them in another bowl. He filtered the coffee and placed it in a third bowl. Looking at his daughter he said, "Dear daughter, what do you see?". "Carrots, eggs and coffee," she replied.
He asked her to come closer and to touch the carrots. She did so, and noticed the carrots were soft. Then he asked her to take an egg and break it. She peeled the egg and saw that it was hard. Then he asked her to try the coffee. She smiled while she enjoyed the delicious taste and aroma.
Humbly the daughter asked, "Father, what does this mean?" He explained that the carrots, the egg and the coffee beans had all been subjected to the same adversity: boiling water. But each had reacted in a different way. The carrot came into the water strong and hard. But, after passing through the boiling water, it had turned frail and soft and was easy to break. The egg came to the water fragile. Its thin shell protected its liquid interior. But after being in the boiling water, its interior had hardened. The coffee beans, however, were unique. After being in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which one are you?" he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks at your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"
And how are we? Are we like a carrot, appearing to be strong? But when we are touched by adversity and pain, do we turn feeble and lose our strength?
Are we like an egg, starting off with a soft heart and a fluid spirit? But after a death, separation, divorce, the loss of a job -- do we turn hard and rigid? On the outside we look the same, but inside -- are we embittered and harsh, with a hardened heart and spirit?
Or are we like the coffee bean? In the boiling water -- the element that causes pain -- the coffee bean changes. Only after the water reaches its boiling point does the coffee taste best. If we are like the coffee bean, when things get worse we react better and make the things around us improve.
How do we handle adversity? Are we like a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
I'd like to think I'm a coffee bean
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Hmmmm /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
'Mesimi' Dites :smash:
CARROT, EGG OR COFFEE?
A daughter complained to her father about her life, and how things seemed so difficult. She did not know how to keep going and wanted to give up. She was tired of struggling. It seemed that as soon as she solved one problem, another one came up.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen in his restaurant. He filled three pots with water and placed them on the stove. In the first pot he put carrots, in the second he put eggs and in the last one he put coffee beans.
Soon, the water in the three pots was boiling. The girl's father did not say a word.
The daughter waited impatiently, asking herself what her father was trying to do. After twenty minutes the father turned off the stove. He took the carrots and placed them in a bowl. He took the eggs and placed them in another bowl. He filtered the coffee and placed it in a third bowl. Looking at his daughter he said, "Dear daughter, what do you see?". "Carrots, eggs and coffee," she replied.
He asked her to come closer and to touch the carrots. She did so, and noticed the carrots were soft. Then he asked her to take an egg and break it. She peeled the egg and saw that it was hard. Then he asked her to try the coffee. She smiled while she enjoyed the delicious taste and aroma.
Humbly the daughter asked, "Father, what does this mean?" He explained that the carrots, the egg and the coffee beans had all been subjected to the same adversity: boiling water. But each had reacted in a different way. The carrot came into the water strong and hard. But, after passing through the boiling water, it had turned frail and soft and was easy to break. The egg came to the water fragile. Its thin shell protected its liquid interior. But after being in the boiling water, its interior had hardened. The coffee beans, however, were unique. After being in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which one are you?" he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks at your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"
And how are we? Are we like a carrot, appearing to be strong? But when we are touched by adversity and pain, do we turn feeble and lose our strength?
Are we like an egg, starting off with a soft heart and a fluid spirit? But after a death, separation, divorce, the loss of a job -- do we turn hard and rigid? On the outside we look the same, but inside -- are we embittered and harsh, with a hardened heart and spirit?
Or are we like the coffee bean? In the boiling water -- the element that causes pain -- the coffee bean changes. Only after the water reaches its boiling point does the coffee taste best. If we are like the coffee bean, when things get worse we react better and make the things around us improve.
How do we handle adversity? Are we like a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
I'd like to think I'm a coffee bean
/pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gifTranofiljA
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Re: Dr. TranofiljA
Jo re jo....un 'sheroj' me fjale...jo me dur!!! /pf/images/graemlins/tongue.gif
..pastaj nuk du aq shume pergjegjsi..synetet jan gjona me rrezik!!! :smash:
Ti, Hirko...akoma nuk e paske permirsuar ate problemin e syve......thash se deri tani do e kishe 'luftuar' dhe 'mposhtur' forcen e syve...qe te kane kufizuar lartesine...dhe siperfen qe mund te vezhgosh!
Nuk te dhem qafa mo??? /pf/images/graemlins/blush.gif
Jo re jo....un 'sheroj' me fjale...jo me dur!!! /pf/images/graemlins/tongue.gif
..pastaj nuk du aq shume pergjegjsi..synetet jan gjona me rrezik!!! :smash:
Ti, Hirko...akoma nuk e paske permirsuar ate problemin e syve......thash se deri tani do e kishe 'luftuar' dhe 'mposhtur' forcen e syve...qe te kane kufizuar lartesine...dhe siperfen qe mund te vezhgosh!
Nuk te dhem qafa mo??? /pf/images/graemlins/blush.gif