hey there...

hi!

just posted a new poem of mine; Muse of Imagination. i wrote that a few months ago... it sounds like an incantation, no!? like to pull all the magic forces on ur side!

Muse of imagination

Oh, Muse of imagination

Come to me,

Give me wings,

Show me

The path in my fancy

That will make

Me able to partake

Of the well of inspiration

That will lead the way

To magical writings.

just checking somethin'! this is cute no??!

How to ask your Boss for a salary increase..?

One day an employee sends a letter to Her boss asking for an increase in her salary!!!

Dear Bo$$

In thi$ life, we all need $ome thing mo$t de$perately. I think you $hould be under$tanding of the need$ of u$ worker$ who have given $o much $upport including $weat and $ervice to your company.

I am $ure you will gue$$ what I mean and re$pond $oon.

Your$ $incerely,

Marian $hih

The next day, the employee recieved this letter of reply:

Dear Marian

I kNOw you have been working very hard. NOwadays, NOthing much has changed. You must have NOticed that our company is NOt doing NOticeably well as yet.

NOw the newspaper are saying the world`s leading ecoNOmists are NOt sure if the United States may go into aNOther recession. After the NOvember presidential elections things may turn bad.

I have NOthing more to add NOw. You kNOw what I mean.

Yours truly,
Manager

What i'm reading at the moment...

These days i'm with a romance book, and... The DaVinci Code.... ( a bit late, but what to do, i couldn't find it!)

i've read 1/3 of the book, and 'til now, i find it to be a fine book. But when u read that kinda book, u've got to stay objective, and i dnt understand why some people have gotten all huffed up, because of some things said in the book. It's a nice mix of facts and fiction, u've got to know which are which and that's it...

Dan Brown, i've gotta say writes real well; u've got it all in the book: easy reading, suspense, humoristic moments, which sorta break the tension and all...

if u haven't read it, read it now, u won't be sorry...

My Celebrity Match!

i love doin' those internet quizzes and tests; most of them i get on Tickle - if you like Tests, go there, they're real cool... and true! Really!

well, i've done lots and lots of those tests, and among them there's a Celebrity Match! U'll say: oh this is stupid or what! I sort of thought so too while doing the test, all the while thinking what are they gonna tell me nw!!?

Well, they told me:

The Boy Next Door: Matt Damon

When it comes to love, you're looking for a man with "white picket fence" potential: the guy who will compliment your mom, helps clean the dishes and could melt the polar ice caps with his smile. He's not always perfect and can be a tad too predictable at times, but you'll love the fact that he's got a dependable job, coaches Little League on the weekends and still finds time to let you know how much he loves you. He's more "apple pie" than "devil's food cake" -- but that means the last thing he'll want to do is break your heart.

Will you believe me if i say it's true!!! Matt Damon has a small, 'good boy face' that i lke, and all that small paragraph afterwards is kinda true too...

Why Women Cry...

This something a friend - my coz actually - mailed me...

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "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 must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Nice, huh!

Lilac Wine - Katie Melua

I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Lost my heart in its recipe
It made me see what I want to see
and be what I want to be

But I think more than I want to think
I do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you...

Lilac wine

Is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine,

I feel unsteady,
like my love
Listen to me...
I cannot see, clearly
Isn't that he, coming to me nearly here?

Lilac wine

Is sweet and heady
Where's my love?
Lilac wine,

I feel unsteady,
Where's my love?

Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that he, or am I going crazy, dear?
Lilac Wine,

I feel unready
for my love...

feel unready for…my love…

Nine Million Bicycles - Katie Melua

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die

We are twelve billion light years from the edge
That's a guess
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you

I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar
Just believe everything that I say

There are six billion people in the world
More or less
And it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all

We're high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I'll never tire
Of the love that you give me every night

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die

And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die

I Cried For You - Katie Melua

You're beautiful so silently
It lies beneath a shade of blue
It struck me so violently
When I looked at you

B’others pass, they never pause
To feel that magic in your hand
To me you're like a wild rose
They never understand, why

I cried for you
When the sky cried for you
And when you went
I became a hopeless drifter
B’this life was not for you
Though I learned from you
That beauty need only be a whisper

I'll cross the sea for a different world
With your treasure, a secret for me to hold

In many years they may forget
This love of ours or that we met
They may not know
How much you meant to me

I cried for you
And the sky cried for you
And when you went
I became a hopeless drifter
B’this life was not for you
Though I learned from you
That beauty need only be a whisper

Without you now I see
How fragile the world can be
And I know you've gone away
But in my heart you'll always stay

I cried for you
And the sky cried for you
And when you went
I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you
Though I learned from you
That beauty need only be a whisper
That beauty need only be a whisper

Just discovered...

Well, actually i didn't just discover this singer, it's more like 2-3 months ago... don't remember real well.

And i'd like to share a few of her songs with you. well, i'll give you the lyrics, which are real nice, and then you can find the song to listen to it.

The singer is Katie Melua. i first heard her when she 'participated' in a Nobel Peace Prize Ceremony - it was Mr. El Baradai who had won it.

The song was: "I cried for you". Then i heard "Nine Million Bicycles" - the one i like the most - and i searched for her songs!

...

Arzeena

hello there!

Well, today i dnt have much to say. nor, do i have any short stories to post. i have a few that i've started, but haven't finished them yet...

Just wanted to say that the 3 poems i have on this blog, are in hommage of a friend who passed away since a year already... It was a year on the 16th of March...
She was a very good poet herself; she wrote in French, and her poems were WOW! really...

And hey, i keep telling you people, who read my blog, please, do tell me what you think of it!

Thanking you in advance! ; )

Arzeena

Hullo everyone!

Hullo everyone!

I'm back with another short story... hope you like it! And i'm telling you again, please tell me what you think of my stories!!! Criticize, whatever, but tell me something! ; )

Arzeena

Gem and Pearl – friend’s forever…

“Let’s play, Pearl,” Gem said to her friend.

“Yes, but what?”

“Hmm…” Gem looked around her and thought aloud, “we’ve already done so many things that I can’t think of any new thing to do!”

Pearl nodded and laughingly said: “Yeah! Too bad, huh! We’ve already made sand castles – “

“And made dragons attack the castles to kidnap the princesses!” Gem finished for Pearl.

They both laughed ‘til they clutched their stomachs. They often did that, finished each other’s sentences that is. And then they joined their small pinkies, like they did now, and said: “friends forever!” and hugged.

“I know,” said Gem, “let’s play with my tea set! It’s nearly tea time, anyway… I’ll go ask mom to give us a little tea, some milk and sugar!”

“O.K, go on. I’ll wait here.”

*~*

“Mama, Pearl and I wanna play with my tea set, so can you give me some tea, milk and sugar?”

“Whoa! Slow down, Gem!” Mrs. Thomas said, chuckling, “if I understand right, you want to play with your tea set?”

“Yeah,” Gem said more sedately, “and we need tea, milk and sugar.”

“O.K. Come, the tea’s nearly brewed; I’ll pour a little in that small jug. Where’s Pearl, by the way?”

“Oh, she’s waiting for me in the garden…”

Mrs. Thomas glanced outside, but saw no one.

“Where?”

Gem looked outside and exclaimed: “There she is, sitting near the sandbox!”

Mrs. Thomas looked in the direction of the sandbox: “Oh.”

“See, she’s waving. Wave, mama!”

Mrs. Thomas waved, but there was a big question mark on her face, though Gem didn’t see it as she was busy making faces at Pearl.

*~*

After Gem had gone outside with her tea set and everything she needed, Mrs. Thomas looked at her from the kitchen window. She was putting the tea set on the table that was in the garden, and while doing that, she was laughing, and talking… alone.

Mrs. Thomas knew that sometimes kids made up imaginary friends, but she couldn’t understand why her daughter needed to make up a friend. Gem was quiet, and sort of shy, and didn’t talk much. But she was sure that she had other friends. So, not knowing what to do, she’d asked Gem:

“How many friends do you have, honey?”

“Oh, I have lots of friends!” Gem exclaimed, and then proceeded to name them all.

She had quite a lot of them, but still she’d finished by saying: “And my best friend Pearl!”

“Um… yeah, Pearl,” Mrs. Thomas had responded. Her eyes had been filled with anxiety, curiosity, and a bit of amusement – like they were now.

But she hadn’t said anything more; she’d just hoped that phase would go away by itself.

A few months later though, everything was the same – Pearl was still as present as ever in their lives.

*~*

“Mama’s looking at us from the kitchen window,” Gem whispered to Pearl.

“You mean she’s looking at you. She believes I’m an imaginary friend.”

“Yeah, but she’s an adult; you have to understand…”

“I know, and that’s why I still say you shouldn’t have told her!”

“Why?” Gem asked, “She would have seen me speaking to what she thinks is only thin air anyway!”

Pearl sighed. “Yeah, that’s true…”

Gem looked down at her small cup of tea and then looked up at Pearl. Her eyes were filled with sadness. “And… and you’ll be going away soon anyway…”

Pearl looked away and nodded. “Yes, I will. You’re better now. I have to go help other kids who were like you were about six months ago…”

“I know I’ve got a lot of friends now. But it’s thanks to you and I don’t want to lose you; it’s because of you that I’m no more shy, that I can approach other kids –”

“Exactly, Gem. That’s why I came to you in the first place,” Pearl tried to explain, “so, now that you’re O.K, don’t you want other children to come out of their shell too?’

“I guess so,” Gem replied reluctantly.

Gem drank her tea and was silent for a moment. Then she decided she’d be selfish if she kept Pearl to herself, so she cheered up and put out her pinky. When Pearl joined hers with Gem’s, they both smilingly said: “Friends forever!”

*~*

Two weeks later…

“Mama, Emmy’s invited me to her birthday lunch party, can I go?”

“Yes, of course. When will it be?”

“This Saturday.”

“And who will be there?”

“I’m not sure about everyone. But I know the twins, Carl, and Carla have been invited, and Tiffany, and Sonia…”

“Hmm… and what about Pearl?” Mrs. Thomas asked.

“Oh! Didn’t I tell you? Pearl had to go away.”

“Away?”

“Yeah,” Gem answered, and didn’t elaborate. She just smiled.