tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87446070421632250962011-04-21T17:21:20.462-07:00when i was a kid, i had complan bottle full of "manchadikurus".i kept it on my study table. a bottle full of "kutti" little red seeds. when we shifted to our new house, people found it a little too cumbersome to carry it. today i do not have the bottle with me. i truly i wish i didazeera:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580652854266144802noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744607042163225096.post-3582204650024835892008-02-02T02:23:00.000-08:002008-02-02T02:30:45.893-08:00sarah Mclachlan<br /><br /><br /><br />i will remember you<br />Will you remember me?<br />Don’t let your life pass you by<br />Weep not for the memories<br /><br />Remember the good times that we had?<br /> I let them slip away from us when things got bad<br />How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun<br />Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one<br /><br />I will remember you<br />will you remember me?<br />Don’t let your life pass you by<br />Weep not for the memories<br /><br />I’m so tired but I can’t sleep<br />Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep<br />It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word<br />We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard<br /><br />But I will remember you<br />Will you remember me?<br /> Don’t let your life pass you by<br />Weep not for the memories<br /><br />I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose<br />Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose<br />Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night<br />You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light<br /><br />And I will remember you<br />Will you remember me?<br />Don’t let your life pass you by<br />Weep not for the memories<br />And I will remember you<br />Will you remember me?<br />Don’t let your life pass you by<br />Weep not for the memories<br />Weep not for the memories<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744607042163225096-358220465002483589?l=myveryowntreasuretrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azeera:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580652854266144802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744607042163225096.post-4741201834261836502007-11-27T03:07:00.000-08:002007-11-27T03:08:31.269-08:00Men Are Just luckier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station rest-room because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act ofthoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744607042163225096-474120183426183650?l=myveryowntreasuretrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azeera:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580652854266144802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744607042163225096.post-22050599181617000572007-11-20T02:21:00.000-08:002008-02-02T02:35:05.784-08:00<h1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center">I Like You</h1><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="font-family:';">A poem by Sandol Stoddard Warburg<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:';font-size:12;">I Like You<br />I like you<br />And I know why<br />I like you because<br />You are a good person<br />To like<br />I like you because<br />When I tell you something special<br />You know it's special<br />And you remember it<br />A long long time<br />You say<br />Remember when you told me<br />Something special<br />And both of us remember<br />When I think something is important<br />You think it's important too<br />When I say something funny<br />You laugh<br />I think I'm funny and<br />You think I'm funny too<br />I like you because<br />You know where I'm ticklish<br />And you don't tickle me there<br />except<br />Just a little tiny bit<br />sometimes<br />But if you do then I know where to tickle you too<br />You know how to be silly<br />That's why I like you<br />Boy are you ever silly<br />I never met anybody sillier than me<br />till I met you<br />I like you because<br />You know when it's time to stop being silly<br />Maybe day after tomorrow<br />Maybe never<br />Oops too late<br />It's quarter post silly<br />We fool around the same way all the time<br />Sometimes we don't say a word<br />We snurkle under fences<br />We spy secret places<br />If I am a goofus on the roofus<br />Hollering my head off<br />You are one too<br />If I pretend I am drowning<br />You pretend you are saving me<br />If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag<br />Then you are getting to jump<br />That's because<br />You really like me<br />You really like me<br />Don't you<br />And I really like you back<br />And you like me back<br />And I like you back<br />And that's the way we keep on going<br />Every day<br />If you go away<br />then I go away too<br />Or if I stay home<br />You send me a postcard<br />You don't just say<br />Well see you around<br />Some time<br />Bye<br />I like you a lot<br />because of that<br />If I go away<br />I send you a postcard too<br />And I like you because<br />If we go away together<br />And if we are in Grand Central Station<br />And if I get lost<br />then you are the one that is yelling for me<br />Hey where are you<br />Here I am<br />And I like you because<br />When I am feeling sad<br />You don't always cheer me up right away<br />Sometimes it is better to be sad<br />You can't stand the others being so googly and gaggly<br />every single minute<br />You want to think about things<br />It takes time </span></p><p><span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:';font-size:12;">I like you because if I am mad at you<br />Then you are mad at me too<br />It's awful when the other person isn't<br />"Phooey"<br />They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose<br /><br />I like you because if I think I am going to throw up then you are really sorry<br />You don't just pretend you are busy looking at the dirdies and all that<br />You say maybe it was something you ate<br />You say "the same thing happened to me one time"<br />And the same thing did<br /><br />If you find two four-leaf clovers<br />You give me one<br />If I find four<br />I give you two<br />If we only find three<br />We keep on looking<br />Sometimes we have good luck<br />And sometimes don't<br /><br />If I break my arm and<br />If you break your arm too<br />Then it is fun to have a broken arm<br />I tell you about mine<br />You tell me about yours<br />We are both sorry<br />We write our names and draw pictures<br />We show every body and they wish they had a broken arm too<br /><br />I like you because I don't know why<br />Everything that happens is nicer with you<br />I can't remember when I don't like you<br />It must have been lonesome then<br />I like you because because because I forget why I like you<br />But I do<br />So many reasons<br />On the Fourth of July I like you because it's the Fourth of July<br />On the Fifth of July I like you too<br /><br />If you and I had some drums and some horns and some horses<br />If we had some hats and some flags and some fire-engines<br />We could be a HOLIDAY<br />We could be a CELEBRATION<br />We could be a WHOLE PARADE<br />See what I mean?<br /><br />Even if it was the nine-hundred-and -ninety- ninth of July<br />Even if it was August<br />Even if it was way down at the bottom of November<br />Even if it was no place particular in January<br />I would go on choosing you<br />And you would go on choosing me<br />Over and over again<br /><br />That's how it would happen every time<br />I don't know why<br />I guess I don't know why I like you really<br />Why do I like you<br />I guess I just like you<br />I guess I just like you<br />Because I like you</p><p><br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744607042163225096-2205059918161700057?l=myveryowntreasuretrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azeera:)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06580652854266144802noreply@blogger.com0