huge fonts-size, ugly colors, reverse text why? WHY? you ask…
cuz that’s what the freedom of expression is about! isn’t it? do what you wanna do… shout, cry, laugh, call names and do whatever you feel like like doing…
Okay… so this is what my flickr stream is all about… hmmm… a lot of meet ups! :p
So this is the first for me. Writing a blog post from my mobile. Hurrayyy! That’s really cool. With my nokia 6230 and Wordpress with a plugin and my lazy ass. Hehe this sounds great!
a memory here.. a memory there..
they all surround me..
and i’m lost..
in my memories…
i’m not afraid…
i know my way…
i’ve been to these stranded paths
they once were frequent…
i keep on returning…
as these are my paths, my memories , my roots…
.. to take me with them
the only way…
.. to myself…
Okay.. the Gmail server’s been down and… well it’s still is down! i even tried the Gmail Mobile version but no luck. This is no good!
You might want to participate in the Yahoo! Time Capsule…
“For 30 days, from October 10 until November 8, Yahoo! users worldwide can contribute photos, writings, videos, audio — even drawings — to this electronic anthropology project. A mosaic of revealing snapshots will be sealed and entrusted to Smithsonian Folkways Recordings based in Washington D.C., officially taking its place in history.”
Let yourself be heard, seen and understood…
just after the sunset… a shot at Karachi sea-view…
(Note: Just a little photoshoped - bleach/pixelated noise effect)
Been listening to this song for some while and it really moves me. I don’t have words to say, the lyrics says it all; Committed to life by Asian Dub Foundation from the album Community Music.
I’ll be honest with you:
I hate war in all it’s forms-
Physical, psychological, spiritual… emotional… environmental
I hate war…
And i hate having to struggle - i honestly do
Because i wish i had been into a world where it was
Unnecessary.
This context of struggle and being a warrior and being a
Struggler
Has been forced on me by oppression.
Otherwise i would be a sculptor, or a gardener,
Carpenter - you know, i would be free to be so much more…I guess part of me or a part of who i am, a part of what i do
Is being a warrior - a reluctant warrior, a reluctant struggler
But… i do it because i’m committed to life
We can’t avoid it, we can’t run away from it
Because to do that is to be… cowardice-
To do that is to be subservient… to devils, subservient to
Evil and so that the only way to live on this planet
With any human dignity at the moment is to struggle.
Written by: p. andrade, a. shakur, das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman
Participents:
1) me (nick: face it sparky! that’s life)
2) SAJ (nick: where shall we meet)
me: sorry was away.. i think u said somethin… that i’ve missed
SAJ: tks
I answered question embeded in your nick
that is
it is so difficult to face the life as it is some times. no?me: well depends… when our hopes and streghth is not as high as the difficulties it confronts, it’s difficult…
otherwise it’s not.SAJ: ya, sort of diplomatic theory we can take refuge in
may be , I agree with this easier wayme: the beauty of human spirit is that after going through all the terbulance and trials, it can rise itslef up and overcome misery
SAJ: yesyes
me: that’s what i think
SAJ: but what about the time lost in those turbulances
that is what botheres me some timeme: u used that time to experience those turbulances… u didnt loose the time.. u used it.. utelized it… experienced something and learnt something..
SAJ: i wish you could hammer this thing in my
i wish that
yame: think of time as a medium through which u travel and u learn and u teach… and u live… … not a commodity that u loose or throw away…
SAJ: ya
I do
I do all that people teach, and the time teach but still at the end of the day
i end up losing, or that is what I feel , some time onlySAJ: any idea about ban on blogspot
will it ever go awayme: have no clue.. it wasnt suppose to be there in the frist place though..
SAJ: ya.
me: but since we’ve got workarounds .. so it’s fine… doesnt really bother
http://fursid.eomag.com/blogged/accessing-banned-blogger-blogs/ check this out..SAJ: no one is bothered
and that is sad
ya
Read it somewhere… worth sharing… read on…
so now you know …
WHAT IS A GRANDPARENT? (taken from papers written by a class of 8-year-olds)
Grandparents are a lady and a man who have no little children of her own. They like other people’s.
A grandfather is a man grandmother.
Grandparents don’t have to do anything except be there when we come to see them. They are so old they shouldn’t play hard or run. It is good if they drive us to the store and have lots of quarters for us.
When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars.
They show us and talk to us about the color of the flowers and also Why we shouldn’t step on “cracks.”
They don’t say, “Hurry up.”
Usually grandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes.
They wear glasses and funny underwear.
They can take their teeth and gums out.
Grandparents don’t have to be smart.
They have to answer questions like “why isn’t God married?” and “How come dogs chase cats?”.
“It’s funny when they bend over, you hear gas leaks and they blame their dog.”
When they read to us, they don’t skip. They don’t mind if we ask for the same story over again.
Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don’t have television, because they are the only grown ups who like to spend time with us. THIS ONE MADE ME SAD, BUT HOW TRUE IT IS.
They know we should have snack-time before bedtime and they say prayers with us every time, and kiss us even when we’ve acted bad.
A 6 YEAR OLD WAS ASKED WHERE HIS GRANDMA LIVED. ”OH,” HE SAID, ”SHE LIVES AT THE AIRPORT, AND WHEN WE WANT HER WE JUST GO GET HER. THEN WHEN WE’RE DONE HAVING HER VISIT, WE TAKE HER BACK TO THE AIRPORT.”
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