garden

Dawn breaks, the dream aches

To be lost, to be set free

In my minds eye, the picture Resides

Spotted subtle hues

The disgruntled “I know yous”

The fevered “Thank you’s”

And all the things which will never come through

Though the smoke screen is removed

I don’t see anything new

Primrose landscape

Butterflies trying to escape

Azaleas standing shyly against the air

Drooping eyelids

A dilapidated stare

Fresh scented air

With warm decanted air

Green boughs

Plaited ploughs

9.16 AM

Today's fortune:
Sell your ideas - they are totally acceptable.


Are they? totally contradictory ? well the gurjis and god men,god women ,lamas....is this true.

Whats the use of a compressed folder? ,and do people in the states have that option? because we can use it here but for some reason US does not allow them-CAN ANY ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS

Are there any other features of MS word
any new "opinion guru" comes on board has LOTS OF LOST, WAYWARD GIBBERISH to say.

Some postions ARE ASSUMMED
SOME COMMANDED
SOME TAKEN
SOME LORDED


people -fakeness galore.
It sure is a rat race.
Quite rattish,,,,

gym class heroes-seven weeks

My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day
Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises
And nobody acknowledges that it so damn bad
But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have
I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but
I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with

This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don't look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye i'm perfect
Even if we don't look back again

song bird

Straight up

Artist: Chante Moore
Album: Exposed

Feat/jermaine dupri

[Jd](chante moore)
Yeah, oh
Uh, uh, uh
You know what it is (ooh)
When your head go back and forth (ooh)
So so def, uh (ooh)
Chante, 2k(ooh)
Baby come on, come on, come on

[Chante]
Straight up I can love you forever yo
Cause you're the kind of guy I can settle for
I'm not the type to love you and let you go
Let me know it's now or it's never yo

Cause I know them other girls try and do you in
But I'm not the average girl you've been fooling with
Cause those other females are counterfeit
But everything all up here's legit

1 - it's like this, like this
Like that baby
Put the other girls way to the back baby
So you know I'm not just talking that stuff baby
Call me up and let me know what's up baby
(What's up?)

2 - here's the number to my cell
Now hit me on the hip
Here's the number to my crib
Where I really live
Straight up
I'm not thinking 'bout them other chicks
Straight up
They ain't even coming close to this
Here's the number to my job
Or call me in the whip
Now how many chicks
You know come with this
Straight up
Cause I'm tryna put you on to this
Straight up
And I'm not just talking it

So tell me are you spoken for
Cause I don't see a ring on your finger boy
Excuse me if I'm bold with my question now
But I'm not looking for a hit and run
Don't tell me how those other girls used to be
Just think about you getting used to me
I'mma show you everything you tryna see
I'mma put you right where you need to be

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

A lot of girls won't do the things I do
A lot of girls won't say the things I say
Know that all of this is true
Talking 'bout me loving you
(Please belive)
Boy I do
Coming straight up asking me
When you know what I'm about
With a game sweeter than can be
So baby won't you check me out

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
Y'all know what it is
When you're head go back and forth
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
Y'all know what it is
When you're head go back and forth
(Straight up, straight up, what's up?)

Repeat 2 till end

Sujana can write

Blog this, blog that, every other day it's something we tell Sujana about
blogging, but she never really seemed to listen, till one fine day she
became a part of this really happening team blog called Foot Loose. After
that, there was just no stopping for her. She wrote all day, and she wrote
all night. Writing had become a second passion for her - her first passion
remained web design & graphics.

About a year later, Varsha woke up to the sound of the doorbell and so she
looked though the peeping hole, expecting a Huffing Puffing Wolf standing on
the other side of the door. Well, before you think it's the story of the 3
little pigs, let me *ahem* interrupt and remind you that we're talking about
the story of Sujana, Varsha and the other guys. So, Varsha opens the door
and it's the courier guy who hands her an envelope that has a book within
it. Wow, a book! Varsha loves books! Nitin loves notebooks & PDAs, but
that's not quite the same thing. Varsha's love for book dates back to the
time that she dedicated herself to studying English literature but then
something happened. That's a story for another day and another post, so more
on that later.

...so Varsha was delighted to receive a brand new book, fresh off the
shelves. She ripped off the cover to read the title:

"The Classic Life and Tales of Sujana", by Sujana

PS: I didn't get to read it yet - I'm waiting for the e-book version of it
to be released as a PDF, so as soon as I get a copy, there'll be more on
that soon.