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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." Oh my goodness!! This one brought forth so many memories Of sitting with Mom and watching the Grammy nominations Just took me back - what - thirty years? More! Girls just want to have fun Uptown Girl What's love got to do with it like a Virgin I just called to say I love you We'd watch and we'd talk about some of them. This particular one was heard often, but not discussed much. What's love got to do with it by Tina Turner got discussed more. Cyndi Lauper's other one - True Colours - that's the one that really touched us Funny when I can't relate to the music I come up with a poem!! When I can -- I just sort of babble on. I guess it's the emotion. Memories! |
American Presidents tell a tale Some succeed while some fail But none are 'tender' (Referring to gender) Since all of them are male. |
I don't have a Valentine. I feel happy for the people who do have a Valentine and can celebrate the day. Sometimes, I feel a bit jealous, too. Or even a lot jealous. But then, romantic love isn't the only sort of love. I don't have romantic love but I have lots of the other kinds. So it's all good. To everyone who has a true Valentine and is celebrating: Be grateful for what you have! Know that there are people wh don't have it, and would like to! |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." They create the fantasy who face the most reality Hard physical work intense mental concentration Keep your emotions at bay. They create the fantasy Who know the reality Costume changes, no privacy they see you naked Keep your emotions at bay They create the fantasy of soaring to great heights who know most what it's like to fall - and as you plummet Keep your emotions at bay They juggle objects as they juggle people Grasping and letting go never holding on With their emotions at bay |
I've been having melt downs lately, I guess the grief of Dad's death is hitting. The biggest blessing has been the number of people who have immediately understood and supported me. Like for instance, I wasn't able to fill out a form today (in spite of enlarge photocopying it) and got upset. (For those who don't yet know, my eyesight is weak.) Immediately, my neighbour came over and filled it out for me. What a blessing. Then, on Jan 31, there was a lecture hosted by an advertising agency I worked for 30 years ago. I was iffy about whether I'd attend or not, because of these melt downs. Two friends urged me to do so, and I did. It was a lovely evening. The lecture itself was great and the warmth of the people around -- including the owners of the agency who remember me and asked about my pursuits -- made me feel all fuzzy. People are lovely. |
Words: 296 “May I come in?” "Yes." No sooner had she stepped in and closed the door than there was another soft knock. “May I come in?” "Yes!" “May I come in?” David's nerves were frazzled. When he put in the advertisement for a secretary, 'no prior experience necessary', he had thought he'd get a couple of applicants and pick one. Now it seemed the whole town didn't have prior experience in secretary-ing and wanted the job. He needed a secretary just to handle the crowd. There were young men and women, middle-aged men and women ... "If you'd just —" he began, not having the faintest idea what he was going to say next. "ATTENTION!" came a loud voice. Everyone obeyed, including David. It was impossible not to. A whistle blew, the kind the gym teacher uses to get attention. "If you know how to handle modern gadgets and old-fashioned clickey-clack typewriters, move behind the sofa. If only modern gadgets, move near the window. If only old typewriters, near the desk. If none of the above, out the door. QUICK, march! (Whistle)." The room divided up. David was standing on tip-toe, trying to understand where these orders came from. How did the person know he liked letters typed old-fashioned sometimes, in this day and age? The voice was giving further orders. David listened intently. This voice seemed to know his every need in a secretary. Three people left. Two people. Now, he was alone in the room. The person with the whistle had managed, somehow, to remain unseen so far and had exited with the others. Knock knock. “May I come in?” "Yes." Shocked silence. "Mom!" "See, I know exactly what you need and how to handle it. And I could do with some extra money. Am I hired?" |
Words: 184 "You mean that's all?" Julian was disappointed. He was also a little shocked. Ten adults - fully grown men and women, in the middle of the field, behaving like there was a crazy party going on. And all it was -- was -- they'd spotted some birds! Birds! "It's the rare sarus crane, Julian. a pair of them," his mother tried to explain, but he wasn't interested. Now if they'd seen lions or tigers, or even a giraffe or a hippo -- but birds! "Mom, may I go back to the hotel? I'm hungry." "Sure, Julian, follow the straight path back and don't wander." His mother sighed. How could she involve her son in a hobby she was so passionate about, if he just wouldn't stay? They were in the hotel room that evening when Julian suddenly got excited. It was Mom's turn to yawn. "Mom, look at the TV!" "I'm not interested in TV, Julian." "But you're on it! You and Uncle Prashant and the rest, discovering this year's batch of migrating sarus cranes!" They hugged each other. They had something in common to be excited about. |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." I heard a song Read the words along This guy strips to the waist I read the lyrics about his tricks his thoughts ain't so chaste And, forsooth I faced the truth I'm in middle-age A hot romance at first glance just makes me disengage I find it amusing (am I winning or losing?) What they find important Am I cynical? dismissing the whimsical? Like a strict parent Well, I apologise But I can't disguise these sentiments don't move me Maybe the grapes are sour But romance has lost its power Perhaps soon something'll improve me? |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." What does it mean, to 'want' a person? You want the conversation. You want the shared memories. You want the new adventures, discoveries together. You want the love You want the comfort of expressing yourself to someone who understands you You want someone who knows that you like your toast slightly burnt Someone who understands your silences more than even you do Someone who won't misinterpret your words. You want someone to laugh with, cry with joke with, be serious with, be silly with To have 'those' talks - in all meaning of the word 'those'. You want someone who shares your space without crowding you Who hums along without drowning out your voice Who sings a tune you can hum to Someone who floats merrily merrily with you but knows when to take an oar rig up the sail or put the outboard motor on. So when you ask for a person as a gift You're asking for more than a present you're asking for a past and a future, too. |