Monday, January 31, 2011

my dream house

My bedroom

Which little part of this world can you call your own? Where in this world can you best relate to? And which enclosure tells best about your personality and style? After a stressful day of listening to my design professor talking about a hundred different kinds of pencils, I like to lose myself in my own private hideaway. My bedroom is more often than not, the last thing I see before I retire for the night and the first thing I catch sight of when I awaken. It’s not much different from the typical barely legal, but the little things that one often overlooks is what makes its special.The most irritating forces of energy awaken my sleepy head- Light and sound.  distorted voice blares through my trusting boom box alarm as she starts the ‘Super Morning’ show on 'Hot 97'. As I turn lazily to pound the snooze button, I’m hit by the penetrating rays of the warm sun which peeks through the little holes my kid brother made in my curtain. I have grown so used to those holes that I can in fact tell what time it is by looking at the positions of the rays of light on my floor.I find that convenient because it usually take colse  to another minute to make out the exact positions of the hands on my wall clock which ble
 4 years ago 
I always dream of building a home near a beach. It is made of bricks, hard wood, and tiles. A 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom two storey house with an attic and balcony facing the sea where i could sit down read a nice book, enjoying the sea breeze and sunsets every afternoon. Near the beach are nice rock formations. Surrounding my home are variety of beautiful red, pink, yellow and orange flowering plants. I don't think i still need a swimming pool, i got a crystal clear blue sea.


My kitchen

As I smell the aroma of well-made food, feel a warm sensation; I realize I am in my kitchen. That is where I spend many enjoyable hours of my life. There have been countless good memories while being in my most favorite place, my kitchen.

The first time I stepped into the kitchen, it gave off this special warm feeling that no other room gave to me. The wallpaper is a nice tint of white that makes the room feel very cozy. The lighting is always adequate because there are numerous lights and there is a big window in front of the sink. The large sink always reminds me of some funny times I had while using it.

One summer morning I was washing the disgusting dishes and I noticed that some of the water fell onto the floor. As more water kept falling on the floor, I continued washing dishes. Eventually I got sidetracked and went to anothe

Monday, January 24, 2011


Ilkaha u eg daruurtee
ciridkaaga duxulka aa
mawluhu ku daahiyo
Debnaha duxusha moodee
mar mar dib uga faydiyo
Sanqaroorka soo degay
Indha deeraleeyeey
Daymada xishoodka
Markad luqunta dadabtaa
Kolba laygu didayaa
oo layga darayaa
Indho deeraleeyeey
Dumar ugu filrooneey
Dayax shan iyo tobanaay
Dahab lagu masaalyeey
Da'da tii todaba toban
Guga loogu darayeey
Indha deeraleeyeey
Dib timaha u dhacayiyo
Dilimaaha dhabarkiyo
Sida dixida xaada
Dayrwaa ?? qaadkiyo
Suniyaasha duuda ah
Camaan doombir laayee
Daymada xishoodka
Markad luqunta dadabtaa
Kolba laygu didayaa
oo layga darayaa
Indho deeraleeyeey
Dumar ugu filrooneey
Dayax shan iyo tobanaay
Dahab lagu masaaleey
Da'da tii todaba toban
Guga loogu darayeey    
Indha deeraleeyeey

If I were a boy, even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted and go
Drink beer with the guys, and chase after girls
I'd kick it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
Because they'd stick up for me

If I were a boy, I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man
I'd listen to her, because I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Because he's taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

If I were a boy, I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone that it's broken
So they'd think that I was sleeping alone
I'd put myself first, and make the rules as I go
Because I know that she'd be faithful
Waiting for me to come home, to come home

If I were a boy, I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man
I'd listen to her, because I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Because he's taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

It's a little too late for you to come back
Say it's just a mistake, think I'd forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you, you thought wrong

But you're just a boy . . . you don't understand
(And you don't understand, oh)
How it feels to love a girl
Some day, you'll wish you were a better man
You don't listen to her, you don't care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Because you've taken her for granted
And everything that you had got destroyed

But you're ju
i like this song because, iam support  beyonce
so that  the singer of this song is  beyonce