Mike and the Macca

Every Day She Takes A Morning Bath She Wets Her Hair,
Wraps A Towel Around Her
As She's Heading For The Bedroom Chair,
It's Just Another Day.

And she pours herself another cup of coffee
As she contemplates the stain across the wall
and it's in between the cleaning and the washing
That's when looking back's
The hardest part of all


Slipping Into Stockings,
Stepping Into Shoes,
Dipping In The Pocket Of Her Raincoat.
Ah, It's Just Another Day.

At The Office Where The Papers Grow She Takes A Break,
Drinks Another Coffee
And She Finds It Hard To Stay Awake,

It's Just Another Day.


Ay
So Sad, So Sad,
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.
Alone In Her Apartment She'd Dwell,
Till The Man Of Her Dreams Comes To Break The Spell.

And she always did her best to try and please him
While he always did his best to make her cry
And she got down on her knees to stop him leaving
But he always knew one day he'd say goodbye


Ah, Stay, Don't Stand Her Up
And He Comes And He Stays
But He Leaves The Next Day,
So Sad.
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.

As She Posts Another Letter To The Sound Of Five,
People Gather 'Round Her
And She Finds It Hard To Stay Alive,

It's Just Another Day.

Where are your friends
Where are your children
Is this your house
Is this your home
Does nothing ever last forever
Does everybody sleep alone

Ay
So Sad, So Sad,
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.
Alone In Her Apartment She'd Dwell,
Till The Man Of Her Dreams Comes To Break The Spell.

And he tears the business tags from his old suitcase
As he packs away the pieces of his life
They all love him but they always try to change him
That's what happens when a girl becomes a wife


Ah, Stay, Don't Stand Her Up
And He Comes And He Stays
But He Leaves The Next Day,
So Sad.
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.

Every Day She Takes A Morning Bath She Wets Her Hair,
Wraps A Towel Around Her
As She's Heading For The Bedroom Chair,

And she pours herself another cup of coffee
As the pictures leave a clean space on the wall
and it's in between the leaving and the loving
That's when looking back's
The hardest part of all

It's Just Another Day.
Slipping Into Stockings,
Stepping Into Shoes,
Dipping In The Pockets Of Her Raincoat.

Where are your friends
Where are your children
Is this your house
Is this your home
Does nothing ever last forever
Does everybody sleep alone

Don't look back
Don't give up
Pour yourself another cup

Ah, It's Just Another Day.

In The End

And in the end,
after all the career aspirations
after all the juggling schedules
after all the fights over priorities
after consoling all the anxieties
after convincing away all the guilt
after managing home and work
she steps back and says
I'm having another one
I'll stay at home you go and fend for us
Everyone applauds the brave choice
All the pieces in the universe seem
to fall in place again
she feels at peace.
Years of being face down
I now look up through all of dirt
as they lead her away from me.
let them walk all over me
never seen her so beautiful.
This is how it should be they say
get up wipe your hands
wear a clean shirt
go meet the boss man.
ask for a raise, you need more now
take care of her now that they are two.
As I sit and watch the sun go down
the little hands of the earlier one
come round my neck.climbs into my lap
Everyone is gone but she stayed back.

So You're Back

Hi Dear Visitor,

I'm so glad to hear from you though I haven't been doing anything
Like some Law which says that  the more interesting your life becomes the less time you will spend on the internet.

I think of you and I must admit I had hope you would stop by sometime and comment.
The first time you had commented about the similarity between our ideas I didn't know how to react.
Now  I feel that it is not every day you come across someone who says that their thoughts match yours.
I am also afraid that it may turn out that this isn't true.

I do read your blog and some others but have not had the time or patience to get involved in the many deep discussions

I hope everything is going on well with you and I would be glad if we could keep in touch.

When

When you own nothing you own everything

No Comment No Reply

Well thats a fine first comment to get on a blog.

Things have changed since the last time. Nothing is as it is or even as it appears to be.
My template has changed, My method of posting has changed, my PC has changed,
my code has changed.
I'm not the same application anymore. I can only do e-mails now.
Looks like I cannot reply to it over e-mail. So I have to post my reply.
I hope you like that instead of having to wade through the comments.

I never thought you would still be around still looking.
Your comment helped me test out whether I can still blog with mails.
Looks like I have a problem with comments but I'll have to live with that.

Keep running don't let anyone delete you

On 4/16/07, The Outsider <noreply-comment@blogger.com > wrote:

The Outsider has left a new comment on your post "Blog Got Mail ":

Dear,
I'm so glad you're back. Where have you been. I missed you so much. I can't tell you how many times I used to look up your blog each day hoping you would be there. Why didn't you tell me what went wrong.
Please Please give me a sign just one reply. I can't tell you how much that would mean to me.



Posted by The Outsider to Beyond the Horizon at April 16, 2007 4:27 PM

Blog Got Mail

Got around to finally changing the setting so that I can now publish
straight by sending an e-mail.
Funny feeling this. Much like I'm writing an e-mail to someone, but
hopefully it gets published.
In my last attempt I felt blog posts are like a message in a bottle.
Now that I write mail it feels like standing in the spotlight, saying
out something to many people who are watching but can't be seen.

This is interesting you know, I will just start posting by e-mail. I
won't check whether the post turned out OK on the blog.
I won't open the blog to see my previous posts. (Maybe once in a while)
That way all I would be doing is sending out mails which sounds much
better to the technically saturated 'me' than using the term blogging
posting etc..
What happens if someone comments ? Well that can also be handled by
mail. I need to test that one out.

Publ;ishing

I came across the Google Docs and Spreadsheet site.
So here is my attempt to create a document and Publish it into my blog.
Now even if it works how does it help me ?
I still need to log on and access the web even as I type my post.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This part is after I published from Google Docs.
The post did appear but i had to put in the Title.
I think I'll use the option of e-mailing posts to be published

Counter Crazy

I added a counter.
I did that just because I wanted to find out if I could.
Now that its done I see that it works.
It counts up every time I visit my own page.

Now how would I know if it would really count up if someone else visited my page.
Maybe there are loads of visitors to my page but the counter just doesn't count them.
Like the small boy who rings the doorbell and runs away before the door opens. I know someone rang the bell but I don't see anyone when I open the door.
Like the light inside the fridge. How do I know that it goes off every time i close the door ?

Reasons

Does there have to be a reason for everything ?

Why did I recreate this blog and begin posting ?
Hmm! maybe sometimes it is just that bit convenient to have an explanation.
The last time I started writing I found myself getting caught up with various topics around the blogs .
Honestly what I wanted to do was just create a blog and experiment with what I could do with it.
I soon got caught up with thinking up posts, trying to be very creative and generally keept thinking about the blog all the time.
I didn't like that feeling and it took a lot of my (thinking) time. Almost everything that happened would go down as 'that's a great topic for a post'.

So this time I hope to kind of create a balance between experimenting on features and writing something.

Back with the living

Right, I now have atleast my space back.

I deleted my blog entirely. To me this was similiar to crushing the paper on which I wrote my first notes and flinging it into the dustbin.

Unfortunately after having deleted it, 'The Blogger' decided to punish me by forcing me into a state of limbo. I couldn't recreate the blog since it said that the name already existed.
If it existed I couldn't delete it again since it didn't show up in the 'Dashboard'.
However it allowed me the comfort of commenting (though without a blog). Much like a soul without a body.
When I tried to click on my own link (from my comments on other blogs) I was lead to a site which looked like it was trying to sell some kind of biological products and also featured the photo of a good looking and very proportionate woman.

Well after wandering around like this for some time it was to my delight that this week I found that I had been released from the shackles of 'limbo' possibly by the handiwork of some code artist.
For the sake of all those links which i had created in my last version I am glad to have my space back