[this didn’t actually happen, but it could…]
Its midnight, a distorted reflection of the moon shines through a small puddle of rain water sitting on the side of the footpath, four of us sitting at the corner staring at our watches and thinking about the wretched work we had to return to the next morning.
Then from nowhere she came and stole our hearts.
There was a melodious roar that broke the eternal silence and instantly caught our attention. As we gazed upon the dark alley, there emerged a luminous beauty amidst from the darkness. The moonlight falling on her smooth skin with a tint of gloss on it. The soft slow movement and those bright blue wondrous eyes. She had everything to be a top Italian model.
We were mesmerized, hypnotized…! She was the type any guy would want, and knew he couldn’t get. You would want to drive her like crazy. The smoke she exhausted seemed more pure than air itself. The type you would want to feel her leather against you jeans. You would want to shift her into overdrive and make her scream like never before. You would want to grip her tight, and steer her into the unknown. You would want to feel her tantalizing curves cutting through the air pushing against it. One would want to spend all their lives with her. Taking care of her. Keep her like a princess. But she was too expensive for us, we wouldn’t be able to afford her. She wouldn’t be happy in our small place.
She passed us by, her sweet perfume felt as if it was fueling our helpless desires. She left, disappeared into the endless night, only to leave us stranded in smoke. All we were left with was heartache…
I’ll never forget that Ferrari Modena, never ever… [for the extremely illiterate that’s one the greatest sports cars from the Italian company Ferrari]
Huh… whats that… what were you thinking?
Sunday, September 26, 2004
What will your verse be?
Another comment worth mentioning, "looney" again...
Thought you might enjoy this...
"We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and
necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, 'O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless
trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?' Answer. That you are here--that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you
may contribute a verse.
That the powerful play goes on and you
may contribute a verse...
What will your verse be?"
- Tom Schulman, from The Dead Poets Society
Thought you might enjoy this...
"We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and
necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, 'O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless
trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?' Answer. That you are here--that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you
may contribute a verse.
That the powerful play goes on and you
may contribute a verse...
What will your verse be?"
- Tom Schulman, from The Dead Poets Society
A Comment worth commenting about...
Some "looney" posted this as a comment, since this was worth a read and not many people read the comments, I thought I'd put it as a permanent blog... Enjoy!
I don't know of love, so I can't say I'm in love
Though the question lingers and he whom I can't stop thinking of
The person of an unknown kind
The one who has settled in my mind
In me, he's managed to find a comfortable seat
He can have my heart of which he's begun to eat
He has my speech as music to his ears
He has my body to shelter him of all fears
And to me, his mind's a puzzle yet to be solved
But when I do the troubles wont be resolved
I might learn he loves me too, so I'll run away and hide
Put myself a place he'll never find
Wid Al Bayaty
April 25,1999
I don't know of love, so I can't say I'm in love
Though the question lingers and he whom I can't stop thinking of
The person of an unknown kind
The one who has settled in my mind
In me, he's managed to find a comfortable seat
He can have my heart of which he's begun to eat
He has my speech as music to his ears
He has my body to shelter him of all fears
And to me, his mind's a puzzle yet to be solved
But when I do the troubles wont be resolved
I might learn he loves me too, so I'll run away and hide
Put myself a place he'll never find
Wid Al Bayaty
April 25,1999
Monday, September 20, 2004
The Freshman Women Theory
The Freshman Women Theory
You know why we all end up like this in college/university. Well most guys at least. Because when you start, you’re more worried about ragging, the new feel of University life, the course load, the tension etc that you focus on other things than women. The lucky bastards that don’t have to care about these things jump at the opportunity. Usually the seniors get the first shot at them, and you don’t dare get in their way. After they’ve got ‘em, you find everyone talking “What does she see in him… just because he plays center in the volley team… there are way better guys in our own batch…”. Women can’t wait for juniors and take a shot at them, its either someone their own batch or someone senior. So they pick from what they have right there. So basically they have to pick the best from the selection of losers. [Remember all the good ones hanging out with the utter most complete idiots]
So what do the guys do then, they say heck there aren’t any good ones in our batch [because they get to see them constantly yapping in the class and outside…reality scares them] so like we’ll wait for the next batch.
What happens when the next batch comes, well some ‘tharki’s’ what I like to call them, grab at the opportunity with doing assignments or helping them in every low down gawd awful way man can imagine losing all of his self respect for some slut whose using him. Anyways so they get them, the few that actually do go down to that level. The others just think that we need a better way of doing it, a better level of interaction. They never get it, its different batches, differenet courses and all… you never get to be in the same class and never find a talking point to break the ice.
All of sudden its been 4 years, last day at university and you say to your friends “Dude! I almost had her…”
Pretty sad people aren’t we…
You know why we all end up like this in college/university. Well most guys at least. Because when you start, you’re more worried about ragging, the new feel of University life, the course load, the tension etc that you focus on other things than women. The lucky bastards that don’t have to care about these things jump at the opportunity. Usually the seniors get the first shot at them, and you don’t dare get in their way. After they’ve got ‘em, you find everyone talking “What does she see in him… just because he plays center in the volley team… there are way better guys in our own batch…”. Women can’t wait for juniors and take a shot at them, its either someone their own batch or someone senior. So they pick from what they have right there. So basically they have to pick the best from the selection of losers. [Remember all the good ones hanging out with the utter most complete idiots]
So what do the guys do then, they say heck there aren’t any good ones in our batch [because they get to see them constantly yapping in the class and outside…reality scares them] so like we’ll wait for the next batch.
What happens when the next batch comes, well some ‘tharki’s’ what I like to call them, grab at the opportunity with doing assignments or helping them in every low down gawd awful way man can imagine losing all of his self respect for some slut whose using him. Anyways so they get them, the few that actually do go down to that level. The others just think that we need a better way of doing it, a better level of interaction. They never get it, its different batches, differenet courses and all… you never get to be in the same class and never find a talking point to break the ice.
All of sudden its been 4 years, last day at university and you say to your friends “Dude! I almost had her…”
Pretty sad people aren’t we…
FAST, in the past
FAST, in the past
I went to my University a few weeks ago. Well actually my ex-University. But many people would agree that it’s the place where you did your bachelors is what gets etched into yourself forever. Whether you go on to get a masters or even a PHD from a better local or abroad university, the place for the first one…always remains.
That’s how I felt about FAST, and since the univ was holding a MELA festival for the newly recruited “freshies” from the cream of a thousand students of Karachi who just somehow want to get in. So I said what the heck, lets check it out, it been months since I last went there. Plus of friend o’ mine wanted to get some docs out from there, so that he no longer has any links to the place and leaves no chances of life imprisonment at the hands of the FAST administration.
It was a Saturday, I left early from work. I always thought FAST was pretty far away, but I guessed it was the tension of the five on hour classes, the midterms and gawd awful scenery on the drive to the place. And I was so right, took me about an hour to get there.
Anyways so I was finally there, the excitement, the curiosity, all disappeared into thin air after a few minutes. Like a really good cheery song all of a sudden stops as if the record got broken. “What the hell is this!” I said to myself.
It wasn’t the same anymore, like everything else… it changed. I gazed around for a friendly face, no luck. I walked through the corridors and I felt like a stranger in no mans land. The building, although didn’t change, seemed different. Why was I feeling like this I wondered.
Such deep thoughts scared me. So I started to find distractions… and don’t mind me saying this, but there were many, far many. Why wasn’t it like this when we were here, why did I had to always end up with the dry seasons. Then I had to distract myself from the distractions, so came with a theory… the Freshman theory [i put it in another post... it deserved it..]
Ok so done with the theory, and now I figured out why I didn’t feel the same way about FAST. Infact this was the exact same feeling I had when I went back to my school back in Riyadh. I was never attached to the place in itself, I was attached to the times I had here. The friends I made and the times we had together. Still I could imagine the crazy stuff we did looking at the library table we sat at, the Dhaba, the Canteen, the weird awkward places we used to hang at. But still… it’ll be a long long time before I come back to this place…again.
Just to get myself in a better mood, I reminded myself of the Bitch Slut theory.
The Bitch Slut Thoery [milder rippoff of a Little Johnny joke]
Slut: someone who goes out with everyone.
Bitch: someone who goes out with everyone but you.
I felt much better after that…
I went to my University a few weeks ago. Well actually my ex-University. But many people would agree that it’s the place where you did your bachelors is what gets etched into yourself forever. Whether you go on to get a masters or even a PHD from a better local or abroad university, the place for the first one…always remains.
That’s how I felt about FAST, and since the univ was holding a MELA festival for the newly recruited “freshies” from the cream of a thousand students of Karachi who just somehow want to get in. So I said what the heck, lets check it out, it been months since I last went there. Plus of friend o’ mine wanted to get some docs out from there, so that he no longer has any links to the place and leaves no chances of life imprisonment at the hands of the FAST administration.
It was a Saturday, I left early from work. I always thought FAST was pretty far away, but I guessed it was the tension of the five on hour classes, the midterms and gawd awful scenery on the drive to the place. And I was so right, took me about an hour to get there.
Anyways so I was finally there, the excitement, the curiosity, all disappeared into thin air after a few minutes. Like a really good cheery song all of a sudden stops as if the record got broken. “What the hell is this!” I said to myself.
It wasn’t the same anymore, like everything else… it changed. I gazed around for a friendly face, no luck. I walked through the corridors and I felt like a stranger in no mans land. The building, although didn’t change, seemed different. Why was I feeling like this I wondered.
Such deep thoughts scared me. So I started to find distractions… and don’t mind me saying this, but there were many, far many. Why wasn’t it like this when we were here, why did I had to always end up with the dry seasons. Then I had to distract myself from the distractions, so came with a theory… the Freshman theory [i put it in another post... it deserved it..]
Ok so done with the theory, and now I figured out why I didn’t feel the same way about FAST. Infact this was the exact same feeling I had when I went back to my school back in Riyadh. I was never attached to the place in itself, I was attached to the times I had here. The friends I made and the times we had together. Still I could imagine the crazy stuff we did looking at the library table we sat at, the Dhaba, the Canteen, the weird awkward places we used to hang at. But still… it’ll be a long long time before I come back to this place…again.
Just to get myself in a better mood, I reminded myself of the Bitch Slut theory.
The Bitch Slut Thoery [milder rippoff of a Little Johnny joke]
Slut: someone who goes out with everyone.
Bitch: someone who goes out with everyone but you.
I felt much better after that…
Friday, September 10, 2004
Taking chances...
“10th September, 2004”
I may want to remember this day, if eventually everything works out. If its doesn’t, I may want to think this day never happened. One thing is for sure, I made a few life changing decisions today.
It’s really scary when you make decision that might possibly end up changing your life forever. But you know what scarier, making a decision that not only changes your life, but also someone else’s life along with it.
Either you make a decision to accept the career that fate chose for you, although you never saw yourself doing it. It could be that you choose to live for your someone else rather than yourslef. Or it might just be the decision you made for something you wanted so much but always knew the odds weren’t in your favor.
Life is all about taking chances, taking calculated risks. Sometimes you end up with the joy of success, sometimes, with the agony of defeat. But more often than not, it’s worth it.
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”
I believe there’s a hero in all of us. Given the moment and the desire, we all can be heros on our day. At times, you have to rely on miracles.
How exactly I feel right now is hard to explain.
Its like as if you were in a basketball game, end of the fourth quarter, 2 points behind, 5 seconds on the clock… and someone passes you the ball. You only have enough time to score one basket and level the game. But somehow you want more, and even though you know you’re bad at shooting 3-pointers, something makes you believe you can do it. Everything suddenly stops, like as if time froze for you… for your moment. You shoot, you take your chance, you bet on yourself. You risk losing the game, just because you so want to win it. The buzzer goes off, times up, the ball hits the rim, and it’s wobbling on top of it. As of now, it’s not in your hands, all you can do is pray it goes in, pray that you didn’t miss your shot.
That’s what happened to me. I took my shot, now all I do is pray… my luck still wobbling somewhere.
Somehow things feel different. You don’t feel afraid anymore. Maybe because you know you took your shot, the best you could have possibly done.
Whatever happens in the end, you feel you can’t lose…
You just might not win…
I may want to remember this day, if eventually everything works out. If its doesn’t, I may want to think this day never happened. One thing is for sure, I made a few life changing decisions today.
It’s really scary when you make decision that might possibly end up changing your life forever. But you know what scarier, making a decision that not only changes your life, but also someone else’s life along with it.
Either you make a decision to accept the career that fate chose for you, although you never saw yourself doing it. It could be that you choose to live for your someone else rather than yourslef. Or it might just be the decision you made for something you wanted so much but always knew the odds weren’t in your favor.
Life is all about taking chances, taking calculated risks. Sometimes you end up with the joy of success, sometimes, with the agony of defeat. But more often than not, it’s worth it.
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”
I believe there’s a hero in all of us. Given the moment and the desire, we all can be heros on our day. At times, you have to rely on miracles.
How exactly I feel right now is hard to explain.
Its like as if you were in a basketball game, end of the fourth quarter, 2 points behind, 5 seconds on the clock… and someone passes you the ball. You only have enough time to score one basket and level the game. But somehow you want more, and even though you know you’re bad at shooting 3-pointers, something makes you believe you can do it. Everything suddenly stops, like as if time froze for you… for your moment. You shoot, you take your chance, you bet on yourself. You risk losing the game, just because you so want to win it. The buzzer goes off, times up, the ball hits the rim, and it’s wobbling on top of it. As of now, it’s not in your hands, all you can do is pray it goes in, pray that you didn’t miss your shot.
That’s what happened to me. I took my shot, now all I do is pray… my luck still wobbling somewhere.
Somehow things feel different. You don’t feel afraid anymore. Maybe because you know you took your shot, the best you could have possibly done.
Whatever happens in the end, you feel you can’t lose…
You just might not win…
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Friends without faces
My bro fwrded this to me long time ago, maybe he wrote it, maybe he didnt, but sure worth a read.
FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
History repeated, deliberately and purposefully
I wrote this long time ago, halfway through graduation, and yet the feeling remains, as I couldn't find time to write a blog, I thought I'd just keep this here, just in case...
I start with nothing else to do. “Nothing”, never thought I would ever have to do this. So I say to myself…. Why don’t I do something more … a little more. A little more than nothing is what I plan to do. Unless you have nothing to do right now, read this, maybe we’ll find that little something to life, somehow.
Feeling weird already, don’t worry things will get weirder.
You’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waves splashing into the seashore below you. The sun dissolving into oblivion, in the bottomless sea. Sky being blue as the faded color of your jeans. Sitting beside the one thing you feel most precious in life. (for some It may be love, some might be thinking more achievable things like a car or a pile of money….and for some a la Lord of the Rings…a ring) whatever may it be…its sitting next to you… for now and ever…nothing more could you ask for, and then a sudden shriek of chimes shred the perfect silence and bring you back into reality…. bitter reality (the world as we know it). You look at the clock and its time for the university again. “Again”, I say that with grave pain. Taake some time and your late for the point. You miss it same as the last time you went out partying at midnight. This is how an average day starts. Its been goin on like this for years, with nothing changed. Why Is life like this we ask…same old precomputed tasks we do every day. Waiting for that little not the usual thing to happen. Never does, does it. Classes pass dozing off, with no intent to gain knowledge from the all so boring teachers. I don’t have to rub all this , it happens with all of us…. But the thing is why do we do it. I mean we should do what we’re supposed to right, “study” aughh… who wants to do that… not because we don’t want to or we don’t have any sense of responsibility. But because its not cool, its not exactly what a teen would “dig” in…. so what exactly do we so called gen-x dig in ( I know this is getting sorta boring but remember you are doin that thing called “nothing”)
Well when your down out, frustrated and sick of life…..what do you do… party party.
So this seems to be the best way to capitalize on the so powerful force of boredom. We hang out with our friends and do absolutely anything that comes even close to the definition of fun. Going out with the guys to gaze natures beauties is one of the best sorrow remedey ( and by natures beauty I don’t mean tree) Seems nice at the time…. When at last your friends drop you off back at your home…and your alone back again …. Sitting in one corner you think about whats goin on….why is it like this…why does my life suck. Then you think , there must be something more to do, something a little more than nothing.
Then you think about that long lost love, the one who really made you think you had a meaning in life. And you say, why did she have to do this (or for some, why did I had to do that) You think about her almost an hour or so and finally you decide to contact her. Lets make things work again, you say to yourself. Can that really ever happen. We were young and we were crazy… we cant feel the same now…. A long time has passed…so a split second decision changes the whole plan of making it work again.
You say, that’s over with…its time to move on, find someone new. Someone new, well that’s a good idea, or so it seems like it. So you take out your long list of crushes. You take out a name….eenne meenie miney mo…. A name pops up…. And again you think about it…. After an hour of brainstorming think about the possible possibilities and then atlast you decide…naaah forget it…cant happen….a perfect plan gone wrong.
So what next, after skipping twenty channels on cable and seeing nothing but guys and girls who cant get their hands off each other, the power button becomes the victim of thumb pressure. So what now… depressed yes, but the spirit is still there. You power up you pc and gaze at the screen as windows loads up… hopefully without any errors. Connect your favourite ISP and hope just hope that you have some mail waiting to be read. The melodious voice of the modem connecting see you through to the hotmail page. Sign in with excitement, looking at the inbox with 10 new messages, only to be ruined in a second when the inbox opens up…. With three fwrds, three special offers, one mail from your old pals which you save for some other time when you feel like it…and the rest three , uh well, megasex free password offers, tempting and after a while you say…naah I’m over that.
What now, you dc as the net hrs are getting near to that zero mark…because of you know why (you had do chek it out to get over it ). Add the best selected slow songs (including Evrything I do I do it for you and summer of 69 ) and sit back , relax and think about it….think what wrong….and suddenly you smile…a thought of the good ol times, a flashback of the wonder years. After a while you are lost deep within your self….your past…. And you don’t want to get back….back to the future…you are happy in your past… you say to yourself…. That was the life….thats how it was supposed to be….
It doesn’t hurt to take a chance…doesn’t hurt to make a moment…
A little response doesn’t hurt anyone….. little response does …
Cherish memories and the friends who made them So take a chance, make a moment, to cherish for that’s the little something you have when no one is there for you.
That something a little more than nothing…………………….
-SolidSting
dedicated to my frnds from PIS-Rdh KSA and FAST-ICS
Something a little more than nothing
I start with nothing else to do. “Nothing”, never thought I would ever have to do this. So I say to myself…. Why don’t I do something more … a little more. A little more than nothing is what I plan to do. Unless you have nothing to do right now, read this, maybe we’ll find that little something to life, somehow.
Feeling weird already, don’t worry things will get weirder.
You’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waves splashing into the seashore below you. The sun dissolving into oblivion, in the bottomless sea. Sky being blue as the faded color of your jeans. Sitting beside the one thing you feel most precious in life. (for some It may be love, some might be thinking more achievable things like a car or a pile of money….and for some a la Lord of the Rings…a ring) whatever may it be…its sitting next to you… for now and ever…nothing more could you ask for, and then a sudden shriek of chimes shred the perfect silence and bring you back into reality…. bitter reality (the world as we know it). You look at the clock and its time for the university again. “Again”, I say that with grave pain. Taake some time and your late for the point. You miss it same as the last time you went out partying at midnight. This is how an average day starts. Its been goin on like this for years, with nothing changed. Why Is life like this we ask…same old precomputed tasks we do every day. Waiting for that little not the usual thing to happen. Never does, does it. Classes pass dozing off, with no intent to gain knowledge from the all so boring teachers. I don’t have to rub all this , it happens with all of us…. But the thing is why do we do it. I mean we should do what we’re supposed to right, “study” aughh… who wants to do that… not because we don’t want to or we don’t have any sense of responsibility. But because its not cool, its not exactly what a teen would “dig” in…. so what exactly do we so called gen-x dig in ( I know this is getting sorta boring but remember you are doin that thing called “nothing”)
Well when your down out, frustrated and sick of life…..what do you do… party party.
So this seems to be the best way to capitalize on the so powerful force of boredom. We hang out with our friends and do absolutely anything that comes even close to the definition of fun. Going out with the guys to gaze natures beauties is one of the best sorrow remedey ( and by natures beauty I don’t mean tree) Seems nice at the time…. When at last your friends drop you off back at your home…and your alone back again …. Sitting in one corner you think about whats goin on….why is it like this…why does my life suck. Then you think , there must be something more to do, something a little more than nothing.
Then you think about that long lost love, the one who really made you think you had a meaning in life. And you say, why did she have to do this (or for some, why did I had to do that) You think about her almost an hour or so and finally you decide to contact her. Lets make things work again, you say to yourself. Can that really ever happen. We were young and we were crazy… we cant feel the same now…. A long time has passed…so a split second decision changes the whole plan of making it work again.
You say, that’s over with…its time to move on, find someone new. Someone new, well that’s a good idea, or so it seems like it. So you take out your long list of crushes. You take out a name….eenne meenie miney mo…. A name pops up…. And again you think about it…. After an hour of brainstorming think about the possible possibilities and then atlast you decide…naaah forget it…cant happen….a perfect plan gone wrong.
So what next, after skipping twenty channels on cable and seeing nothing but guys and girls who cant get their hands off each other, the power button becomes the victim of thumb pressure. So what now… depressed yes, but the spirit is still there. You power up you pc and gaze at the screen as windows loads up… hopefully without any errors. Connect your favourite ISP and hope just hope that you have some mail waiting to be read. The melodious voice of the modem connecting see you through to the hotmail page. Sign in with excitement, looking at the inbox with 10 new messages, only to be ruined in a second when the inbox opens up…. With three fwrds, three special offers, one mail from your old pals which you save for some other time when you feel like it…and the rest three , uh well, megasex free password offers, tempting and after a while you say…naah I’m over that.
What now, you dc as the net hrs are getting near to that zero mark…because of you know why (you had do chek it out to get over it ). Add the best selected slow songs (including Evrything I do I do it for you and summer of 69 ) and sit back , relax and think about it….think what wrong….and suddenly you smile…a thought of the good ol times, a flashback of the wonder years. After a while you are lost deep within your self….your past…. And you don’t want to get back….back to the future…you are happy in your past… you say to yourself…. That was the life….thats how it was supposed to be….
It doesn’t hurt to take a chance…doesn’t hurt to make a moment…
A little response doesn’t hurt anyone….. little response does …
Cherish memories and the friends who made them So take a chance, make a moment, to cherish for that’s the little something you have when no one is there for you.
That something a little more than nothing…………………….
-SolidSting
dedicated to my frnds from PIS-Rdh KSA and FAST-ICS
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
start of a new beginning
Its 12:30 at night, 1st September 2004, and I finally sign up for my own blog. What made me do this, after all this time and since i found this so 'loserific' , well i'll save that explaination for later. For now, I'll just wrap this up and hope I can actually do what I planned to do when i signed up, and keep posting whenever i find time. Lets see...
[Why do i feel like Doogie Howser right now...]
[Why do i feel like Doogie Howser right now...]
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