mariamusic

Angelia Jolie's IQ = 136
Jen Aniston's IQ = 112

Those are Face Book's reports!!! No wonder Angelia is pregnant again and she and Brad are almost creating a Nursery!!!
I suppose High IQ does that.

P.S. Just realized that Sharon Stone's IQ is 154... oh boy!!! is it just me in awww or what?

Strange Love by Depeche Mode, and I did have a strange love when I was a teenager. seriously!



Hope you ,Kahless, and other readers enjoy.

Best,
Maryam.

Blogspirit was down. I am not sure if it is up now, but I am posting...

I wonder what has changed.

ciao.
M.

I thought this was great.



I like the music, and they made it fun!! enjoy.

Well, as much as I do not like the composing class, I like watching movies which is a requirement in the class.

And the movie we are watching, and we are suppose to write on is the "Dawn of the Dead". I know it is not the most interesting thing to watch...BUT I love this music on it.

I do not like the version that Disturbed sang while I truly enjoy Richard Cheese's.

check it out, and ignore the last scene as it is totally irrelevant.


here is the lyrics

Do you feel that?
Ohhhh shit...

Wah ah ah ah
Wah ah ah ah

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me.

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me.

I can see inside you the sickness is rising
It seems that all that was good has died
Oh, no. The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me.

BOBBY, WILL YA GIVE IT TO ME?

Wah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me.

Why can't you just fuck off and die
And get down with the sickness
FUCK YOU, I don't need this shit
I'm down with the sickness
You stupid, sadistic, abusive fucking whore
Get down with the sickness

Here it comes
Get ready to die

Get ready to die.

This is my first tag response, perhaps ever first!

Well, here’s the rules of this tagged:
1. Link the person(s) who tagged you (Darya)
2. Mention these rules on your blog.,
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Darya Tagged me.


1. I barely remember people’s names. I might find a face very familiar not remembering the person’s name, or I might have been a mate once upon a time see him/her, and say hi and so forth but wondering, “What was his/her name?”

2. I am uncomfortable with composing.

3. I love eating side dishes.

4. At the beginning of each semester, I tell myself, “This semester I am going to be organized”. I am yet for that semester to come.

5. I keep taking pictures using a disposable camera instead of a digital camera.

6. I am freaked out, I need to change my printer’s ink!

not too bad for the first tag!

I tag Dr O2, Kenoath, Kahless and Utenzi.

I heard a friend who was playing part of a piece which I liked, so I asked to hear the whole part since it sounded very familiar and pleasant. I received a link as a respond. I wanted more, so I did some follow up searching and found the following.


enjoy!

I thought it was marvelous play.

How Bizarre!

my own comment wasn't appearing on ,my (?), the blog.

there you go "magical" ; here is a new post!

There is a 7-Eleven store across the main street, and most mornings on my way to school, I drop by there to get my coffee. The employees now know me, and I know them.

One particular morning, while I was pouring my coffee and so, one of the employees, who was a young nice girl, said, " thanks for sending me card on my birth day." I was standing next to her, and a guy the other side of the coffee bar. Apparently both of us wondered was going on as he spontanously said, "Is it your birthday?" while I thought, "Is she psychotic?"

Oh dear. guess what? She was talking on her handfree set cell phone!!!

the text in the cartoon:

"What's the frequency Kenneth Kenneth? tell me that %*^*^%* frequency."

"who are you talking to?"
"Nobody. I'm a schizophrenic. I spend all day blabbering unnecessarily into space."

"You must be terribly lonely"
"Not at all"

"blah blah blah ............."
"You saw this coming from down around the corner, didn't ya?"

such a thing happens when you mix hendi (Indian) dance with Rashti music.



quite speachless!!!