tag:elysianmaabade.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/MokoFeed2009-11-10T23:09:37+01:00tag:elysianmaabade.blog.co.uk,2007-07-05:/2007/07/05/zuri_siku~2581808/eLysianSynergy2007-07-05T22:52:00+02:002007-07-05T22:52:00+02:00 <p><em>I went to CARGO on June the 24th. Live music. Stand-up comedy. Spoken word. Nothing overdressed. Casualsmart, comfortable, jeans will do.<br> There is food.... that's a +.</p> <p>It was a nice laid back and relaxed atmosphere.</p> <p>What stood out to me was a piece by this male poet telling the other men what questions to ask themselves to see if they with the right someone<br> ... I can't recall the title but each verse ended on or bridged into:</p> <p>"...did she cook it? or did she warm it? If she warmed it you can't trust her...."</p> <p>He was deep, funny, spot on male perspective with the right dosis of wisdom - without preaching... just leveling one on one....</p> <p>Anyway... I fell in love with that piece.</p> <p>That seems to be my theme at the moment:</p> <p>CAN YOU TRUST HER?<br> wether she is a close or distant relative...CAN YOU TRUST HER?...a collegue or your boss CAN YOU TRUST HER?</p> <p>I don't do pretentious. I will be professional. I will be civil. I will be respectfull. But pretentious I don't do. This is why I eliminate people in my life that require pretense... </p> <p>Well but you can't live of of air.... so you will have to put up with the work situation. professional but not pretense.</p> <p>"did she cook it? or did she warm it? if she warmed it you can't trust her..."</em></p> <p><em></em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://elysianmaabade.blog.co.uk/2007/07/05/zuri_siku~2581808/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:elysianmaabade.blog.co.uk,2007-07-05:/2007/07/05/zuri_siku~2581415/eLysianSynergy2007-07-05T21:49:02+02:002007-07-05T21:49:02+02:00<p> <small> <a href="http://elysianmaabade.blog.co.uk/2007/07/05/zuri_siku~2581415/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>