IF

If, can change lives for people.
If things were better rather than worse
we'd have lesser divorves.
If health were easier got than illness,
we'd have lesser deaths.
If food were in abundance,
we'd have lesser starvation.
If money grew on trees,
we'd have lesser poverty.
If there were more love on Earth,
we'd have lesser hate.
If there were more good,
We'd have lesser evil.
If there were more of you,
We'd have less of me.

Do I Dare Dream

(I wrote this in a fit of rage when Dad pissed me off about marriage)

Dare I write something to scandalize.
If I did ….it would be none too wise.
The Americans and British lost their weaker gender.
You’d be sued to millions if you refer to them sexes as tender.
Aha! Feminism. A power word in the west.
Of late the women from the East join the quest.

I wonder could I talk so free?
A feminist, would that be me?

But no I don’t want to be. Not me. No way.
Feminism, a tangle, a maze, a web today.
There was once a time when the battle for us women was a sheer necessity
When ignorance, illiteracy and stubbornness had to be battled with ferocity.
Sweep n mop, make n bake, kiss n sex, baby n child, and fix n stitch.
But to read n think, discover n travel, Ah, then she becomes a Jezebel, a witch.
This body ….is not for sex alone. Nor just for making child.
This body ….respect it, honor it, cherish it a matter no longer mild.

Centuries and decades she fought hard and long.
Torn and bleeding she still sings the old song.
Finally she stands. Young and brave, her youth marred with wise old eyes.
She stands tall refusing to stoop over, she the conqueror now so wise.
And now again…. I stand….. No my friend not a rebel …..Not I.
Just a dreamer, I dare to dream and the sun shines brighter in my sky.

The aggravating, annoying, infuriating quality of this Man.

I am so furious I could possible beat this person up. God he infuriates me with his Country attitudes, rude obnoxious and freakin' condescending nature.

What in the blooming blazes does the nincompoop think about himself?
That just because he’s got male genital organs, he is more of a man.
Ha ha ha …how far from the truth.
I’ve not met a man who is more inadequate and more insecure about his job than he is.
Ever since I stepped in to my work I’ve had one obstacle after the other particularly with this ...this...this...this....Male thing ......that I just refuse to address by name.
Simply because he does not deserve it. I’d rather call him .........his royal slimyness.

Can you believe it he has a problem only, with me. ......Why?
Because I speak better English than he does?
Or because I complete my sentences without stammering and spluttering all over the place?
Or because I don’t have to be Einstein to figure out human sensitivity?
So I figure people out better and they like me better?
Well guess what dirt eater( changed his name again) you either have it or you don’t.

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Screaming at the top of my lungs really felt Good?
Breathe in
breathe out.....breathe in ....breath out....


Stillness


Calm


So ................here’s what I’ve to tell you, you worthless man.
All your juvenile attempts at upsetting me or throwing me off my course ....is in vain.

Cause at the end of the day I know...... I’m a hundred times better than you are and thats what gets you plotting and planning to aggravate me.

So I know the day we are at peace I must have fallen to your level of slime.
So until then keep up your good job of annoying me because then I know I’m doing it right.

Signing off the best darn thing that happened to mankind
Sapna

The Dancing Cook

Ada the grey haired little cook marched into her kitchen. She slammed the door behind her to keep out the screaming icy wind. At once she felt the warmth seep into her bones. The fire kept warm the large cauldron of her magical broth. Her eyes shone and her cheeks dimpled when the kettle welcomed her with a soft whistle.
She hustled over to the other room grabbing a cool pan from the army of pots and pans that served her. They caught flashes of light on their shiny bodies.
The moment she placed the pan over the fire she started a secret dance chuckling as she remembered the stories of yester years. She threw an assortment of spices into the pan. The flame leapt high and caste a shadowy dance on the ceiling as the curry bubbled and burst in the pan. She dabbed in a ladle into her spicy mix. The aroma wafted around her little nose. She sniffed and then dipped the spoon into her mouth and savored the hot salty taste. Then as suddenly as she had started her dance, there was stillness.

Why I Couldn't Blog

The fag end of my life of 2007 was a marathon run.... it was tragedy after tragedy followed by calamities. But the last 2 weeks of December and the start of January saw a change in my never ending flow of bad luck. Suddenly Good things started to happen. I know something great is in store for me this year.

Anyways what i really wanna say is I'm back.

So be prepared Mon Amies as da Queen takes center stage yet again.

Ma Vie

Mon ami, Bungi, a inspiré moi pour écrire dans une autre langue.

La vie est étrange. Quelquefois agréable, quelquefois triste.

Vous aimez quelqu'un. vous devriez être heureux encore que vous êtes si tristes.

Les gens vous demandent, pourquoi vous faites des choses étranges? Évader. Soyez heureux.

Comment étrange quand vous êtes tristes vous souriez toujours et simulez que tout est bien avec le monde.

Est cette vie ? Pourquoi menons-nous de telles vies artificielles ?

Y a-il n'importe quel point alors si votre vie est un grand mensonge..... Quelle est la vérité dans cela ?

Pourquoi écris-je dans une langue qu'aucun homme ne peut comprendre ?

Simplement parce que je suis désespéré pour enlever ce masque et encore j'ai peur d'exposer.

Mon Dieu aidez-moi s'il vous plaît..... Je mens et dis que tout est sur de bons termes avec le monde et ma vie quand ce n'est pas.

Mais tout ce que je peux dire est..... C'est la vie!

Hey alien, watch it!

Do you know what the synonym for ‘Alien’ is in the thesaurus?

It is: foreigner, greenhorn, guest, immigrant, intruder, invader, migrant, non-citizen, outsider, stranger, and visitor.

Now if you were a visitor in a foreign country, would you not give the local people or the natives the respect they deserve? Would you not say please and thank you; as they, showered their hospitalities on you?

Last night the girls and I went to see The Pirates of the Caribbean …..Ooh la oh la….Johnny Depp is gonna be my next topic.

Anyways, while we were at the theatre, there was this bunch of foreign kids who sat two rows behind us. Firstly they come into the movie real late. Then they giggle, laugh and talk loudly as they balance their popcorns and coke’s and noisily find their seat oblivious to the glares and shushing hurled at them. Did I forget to mention that they were all girls and stereotyped into the Barbie category? Besides that, they seemed to exude a certain jarring garish trait, which comes from having too much cotton fluff between their ears; rather than the normal intellect that most of us are blessed with.

Well, as if their noisy banter towards the start of the movie was not enough, I was later told by one of my girlfriends that they were busy cussing and using foul language thinking they were being super cool. They seemed to be insensitive to the fact that there were families and children around them. Once I heard it my patience seemed to have sunk even lower.

Ok, so here we were, my girlfriends and I, we had a superb time at the movies and were strolling out of the theatre content with life in general. We were waiting patiently waiting for the crowd in front of us to disperse as we strolled laughing and in good humor to our respective vehicles in the parking lot. When out of nowhere, these same foreign girls barge into our way and try to shove my friend and me off their paths by repeatedly saying, “Move, move, move, move” in an obnoxiously accented tone.

What can I say…. wrong person, wrong move? Well I asked in my nastiest and meanest voice….. ‘Want to watch where you step B#t@h?” All four of them turned around and rolled their eyes in contempt at me….how dare they….in my turf…in my land ….how dare they?

So I let go with a verbal attack or two….come on seriously…. I don’t remember how many I let them have….but it was enough to get them running for cover.

That’s right you B with them Itches! Don’t you dare mess around with me in my country!!! Yep I’m a racist…in my own ways….. And I hate the attitude where superior white skin rules over darker anytime and anywhere.
Look it’s not like I hate white skins…..that’s so untrue….I’ve some real close friends who are westerners from U.K to Ireland to America to Korea to Germany to Italy to Canada to Australia to across the globe….and I love them to bits. But they love me and respect me.

Yes important point being Respect for the Human Race.