Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I took a walk through some crops bordering a village once,splashes of diahorrea (no one has solid stools in India)everywhere told me what the owners of the "Heads" were doing,its third world guys,I even saw a woman in a sari once squat and urinate
Its not shocking,its human nature,if we didnt have a decent infrastructure and were brought up in somewhere like pinas would we know any different?
