When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've every had.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back!

Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!

Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.

Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.

Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying

Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."

All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet? What reflection do others see when they look at you?

I'm getting on in years,
My coat is turning gray.
My eyes have lost their luster,
My hearing's just okay.
I spend my days dreaming,
Of earlier times with you
When I could run and jump and play,
And fetch the ball you threw.
I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free
Hoping you would take me in,
And keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome,
Two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face,
I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment,
As I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
And look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
And I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter,
You have wet my fur with tears.
We've come to know each other
Throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
And as you drive away
Know I will think about you
Throughout your busy day.
I'll faithfully wait here for you
And though my head's a fog
My heart is yours forever.
I promise-
This old dog

~Author Unknown~

Tot die honde in België is anders as in Suid-Afrika, sê manlief na sy eerste besoek aan België. Nou hoe so, wou ek weet, want hond bly hond – as jy nie sy baas is nie, blaf hy vir jou en wys selfs tande, en as jy nie oppas nie, word jy ‘n happie….. Nee, sê hy, hulle is nie so aggressief soos ons honde nie – hardloop glo in die parke en speel met mekaar asof hulle ou vrinne is! Ongelooflik!

En so was dit toe – soggens vroeg en laat-middag neem baas vir hond vir ‘n wandeling in die park en word voortgebou op hondevriendskappe – te bly om mekaar te sien nà ‘n dag of nag in ‘n klein woonstelletjie.

‘n Petiterige baas met ‘n massiewe harige gedoende waarvan ‘n mens nie weet wat is voor en wat is agter nie; ‘n vaak, gaperige baas in ‘n sweetpak met ‘n brakkie wat naarstiglik net die regte boom uitsnuffel vir besigheid; ‘n mank ou madame en ewe ou mank-van-ouderdom brak oppad om ‘n broderige ietsie vir die duiwe in die park te gaan voer; windhond met sy amper-siek maer lyf, stert tussen die bene wag op sy baas wat gou ‘n rokie vang; en so kan ‘n mens aangaan – voorwaar ‘n kultuur op hul eie.

Maar almal het een ding in gemeen – ‘n halsband en tou wat so kan uittrek en terugtrek – afhangend van wat baas of hond wil. Goed gemanierd is dié honde wel – blaf nie sommer vir ons wat verby draf, besig met die oggend se oefening nie.

Daar is glo hondeskole waar die nodige maniere aangeleer kan word: moenie blaf nie, moenie spring nie, moenie byt nie, piepie op die lap! My vriendin wou haar hond na die hondesielkundige toe neem omdat dié glo iewers in sy sensitiewe siel ‘n afknou gekry het en nou alle gaste senu-agtig beblaf – en sy weet hoe dit voel om sensitief en depressief-onseker te wees. Of sy sover gekom het, weet ek nie. Met my het Paco vrede gemaak, maar met manlief wat buite-boerhonde gewoond is, loop hy draaie en knor – hierdie rowwe buitegees is net te erg vir dié sensitiewe binnegees!

Maar een ding het hierdie honde nog nie geleer nie, die verskil tussen die sypaadjie en die hondegrasperk - ‘n klein groen, goedonderhoude grasperk, afgekamp soos ‘n familiebegrafplaas. ‘n Bordjie van ‘n hond dui aan wie dit mag gebruik, maar verniet, honde of base het nog nie geleer lees nie…… Sypaadjies in Brussel is so gevaarlik soos ‘n landmynveld in niemandsland – jy voel om skoen en been te amputeer na so ‘n gladde, stinkende “myn-konfrontasie” - *****!!! Hondepoefsakkies is wel te koop in enige winkel, soos babdoeke - om Brussel skoon te hou….. (Nogals ‘n mooi sterk sakkie met ‘n lekkerruik geurtjie binne-in; baie handig vir Kirsty se weggooidoeke met ons besoek aan Suid-Afrika!)

Die ander dag met ‘n spesiale Kersete, kom hond toe ongenooid saam met bakkie kos, babamandjie, piepiedoek en al – besig om “gepottytrain” te word. Seker nog nie tafelmaniere geleer nie en drink toe lek-lek Kerskoeldrank saam met baas uit die glas.
(Ons hond het altyd sy eie kosbak en waterbak buite gehad wat sommer so onder die kraan in die tuin uitgewas word!!!)

Seker is daar tog aggressiewe honde, want loop ons noudie dag verby ‘n erfie – erg sterk omhyn met staal, ‘n stewige buitedeur en ‘n klokkie. Daarnaas ‘n bordjie met ‘n ernstige hond op:

We went to see this movie last night - great one to take the kiddies with :thumbs:

Has anyone read this book? It's by Bryce Courtenay.
A film has been made about it too.

Mylo - Dr Pressure
An awesome bootleg mash up of Mylo's anthem 'Drop The Pressure' and Miami Sound Machine's 'Doctor Beat'.

I find this song very 80's .. I kept wondering if it was a replay of a classic

I thinks they have done quite well with this one, anyone agree?

I received an email from a friend but for some reason I can not move the email to her file. I tried to delete it and nothing happens.... it is stuck in my inbox.

This is not serious, but wonder if someone else has come across that.

:daisy:

Google's path to world domination took a turn for the worse yesterday with news that a small British company has already got the trademark for Gmail and has been using it in 80 countries.

The Market Age, which supplies online financial analysis tools, claims its subsidiary ProNet Analytics has been using Gmail as the brand for its email service since the middle of 2002 and is active in 80 countries, according to the Financial Times.

The company has contacted the US Patent Office to register its interest in the trademark.

Market Age shares, traded on AIM, doubled on the news. Lawyers across the world rubbed their hands in glee.

A search on Google (didn't they do this?) shows another Gmail, which claims to have been operating since 1999 out of California from http://www.usegmail.com. There is at least one other email service called Gmail from a company called Javeo which you can find at http://www.gmail.net

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Before Google's Gmail there was Gmail.net — a web-based email solution rich in graphical capability and dynamic look-and-feel.

In 2002 two colleagues got together and started the Javeo Corporation. Their goal was to build a better mouse trap — OK, better web-based email. They purchased the domain gmail.net and pursued the purchase of other gmail domains. The "G" in gmail.net stood for graphical, as in graphical email. The graphical look-and-feel was governed by such technologies as HTML, CSS, JavaScript and XML-RPC. And, as we all know today, by using these technologies the web interface can be made to look and feel more like a desktop application — i.e., a better mouse trap.

Today you will hear the term, AJAX, when people describe Gmail-like interactive web-based applications. AJAX simply stands for, asynchronous JavaScript and XML. Using AJAX, features such as drag and Drop can be implemented. In fact, the initial version of Gmail.net perfected the ability to allow users to drag images directly in to their email message — a feature previously only seen in desktop email clients.

Before Google's Gmail, Gmail.net was used by the Javeo Corporation as one of its Internet email identities. The Javeo Corporation has no relationship whatsoever with Google Inc. and has since started using javeo.com as its primary email identity.

If you would like to take Javeo for a quick spin, just Sign-in* using demo as the account name with pwd01 as the password. source http://www.gmail.net/

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Quite incredible

hi all,

anyone going to Aus for next years ashes ?
we have booked !!!!! quite exciting, although 10 days of cricket seems a bit hectic for me !