Sunday, July 06, 2008
Oh Boy!!!
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?
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
Oldies
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.
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
Maintenance
Blogspirit was down. I am not sure if it is up now, but I am posting...
I wonder what has changed.
ciao.
M.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Voulez vous....
I thought this was great.
I like the music, and they made it fun!! enjoy.
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Down with the Sickness
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.
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Saturday, June 14, 2008
Six Quirk -Tags-
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.
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Friday, June 06, 2008
Blue Danube
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.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
How Bizarre
How Bizarre!
my own comment wasn't appearing on ,my (?), the blog.
there you go "magical" ; here is a new post!
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Handsfree Cell Phones
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?"
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Thursday, February 01, 2007
oh my!!!
such a thing happens when you mix hendi (Indian) dance with Rashti music.
quite speachless!!!
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Saturday, November 04, 2006
odd
I received this through an email
in london moslim women may look like this:
while in Tehran they may look like this:
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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The Way I See It
If you are a regular StarBucks customer, you know there is a quote column printed on their cups. Some of the quotes, I find interesting.
Below is one of'em.
"I believe that peace lies within the samll and the magnificent. Born in blades of grass, living in golden sunlight, flitering through dusty shadows that whisper of thinkling piano keys. Growing in the quiet that can be found in a world that is never sielent, and dying in the abandon that comes after the rain. only to be born again. Search and you will find the beauty."
Sonya Kitchel, Musician.
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
protection
Does your computer has any sort of special 'protection' software ?
I suppose most of us, people who use internet connection, do. Aside an anti virus which I hardly understand it's language, I have a spysweeper installed on my puter. Each while to while a little box from the down right corner of my puter's screen pops up announcing something. Either there is a spy detected on my puter or it is telling me my puter is protected from an enormous number of newly released spies or so.
I wondered ; wow!
We,People, certainly are busy one way or the other. Spy makers, Spy sweepers and users!
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Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Joke of the day
I was going to post a new post, so I logged on and realized this month, so far, I've had 61 visitors. "That's a strange number," I thought since usually I would get that number of vistors per month, not per week. Getting more curious, I started looking at the stat's details, and bingo! Guess what: A keyword from search engines that has led 67% of my visitors here is, " photos of wives being fucked."
Here was the joke of the day.
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Thursday, April 27, 2006
Oral deprivation(??)
"Each time you light my cigarette, I know you're lying to me."(end quote)
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Kurt Cobain's suicide note
(begin Quote)To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! (end quote)
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Sunday, April 16, 2006
Psychiatrist's Answering Machine
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Friday, March 10, 2006
excitement
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
Conversation
A definition of conversation
"Conversation- a vocal competition in which the one who is catching his breath is called the listener."
Anonymous.
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Author Unknown
When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why
I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don't talk or do- just hear me.
Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get
you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham
in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can
and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and
inadequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact
that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince
you and get about this business
of understanding what's behind
this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are
obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when
we understand what's behind them.
Perhaps that's why prayer works, somtimes,
for some people- because God is mute,
and he doesn't give advice or try
to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work
it out for yourself.
So please listen and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn- and I will listen to you.
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