Desiderata by Max Ehrmann...

This poem is dedicated to a friend whose birthday is upcoming :). Don't get lost and keep on inspiring us :)

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann c.1920

Verse of the day...

Jo aql ka ghulam ho, woh dil na kar qubool
Disown the heart that is slave to the mind


-Iqbal

"Mom says: Avoid Girls " So Cheap!

Why ARE so many modern British career women converting to Islam?

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1324039/Like-Lauren-Booth-ARE-modern-British-career-women-converting-Islam.html

Hilarious Pakistani Ad - Nargis Cream - Shartia Rang Gora Karay

Dedicated to a friend who was obsessed with the fair complexion syndrome which the majority of the desi female population suffer from :P

Obsession with farmville...

Obsession with facebook game: "Farmville" results in a mother killing her infant...

http://tribune.com.pk/story/69284/us-woman-admits-shaking-baby-to-death/

A humiliating experience

A humiliating experience

Home stretch

Dear Readers,

Please remember me in your prayers. Just 2 more days and then its time for the toughest exams that I've ever had to prepare in my life so far. I need all the prayers I can get so that I can have a relaxed mind for the trip back home. If I clear these Inshallah, then I'm almost there and done with studying (unless somehow, miraculously later in life I can get into a really kick ass business school: read Ivy league, spend a quarter there and then drop out to become a millionaire ;). Its like this hurdle is akin to what a poet (Jigar Muradabadi?) once had to say:

Aag ka darya hai aur doob kar jana hai.


So help me God!

http://tribune.com.pk/story/69004/a-humiliating-experience/

http://tribune.com.pk/story/69004/a-humiliating-experience/

Hum Bhoolay

Nostalgic song....

Dear You By Josh Auer Lyrics

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon....

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes -- or it prospers; and anon,
     Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two -- is gone.

Flood relief: A US helicopter pilot’s tale – The Express Tribune Blog

Flood relief: A US helicopter pilot’s tale – The Express Tribune Blog

Corrupted corruption

Corrupted corruption

Poem by Rumi...

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.

In every moment I shape an idol.

But then, in front of you, I melt them down

I can rouse a hundred forms

and fill them with spirit,

but when I look into your face,

I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,

I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill

informs the earth,

I merge with my Beloved

when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,

my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

Dhoop Ke Makaan (Acoustic) break ke baad

Dhoop Ke Makaan (Break Ke Baad) Full Song *Sunidhi Chauhan & Shekhar Rav...

Rung bhar de - Atif aslam

What are Pakistani college students all about...

A very interesting article:

http://thesouthasianidea.wordpress.com/2010/10/21/what-are-pakistani-college-students-all-about/

Quote of the day...

'Hurt me with the truth but dont comfort me with a lie

Never Walk Alone (P&G Commercial)

Gerry & The Pacemakers - You'll Never Walk Alone

Quote of the day...

I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much. -Mother Teresa

Sarcasm...

http://mailatimes.com/?p=706

http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/2479/wanted-trophy-wifemillionaire-husband/

http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/2479/wanted-trophy-wifemillionaire-husband/

http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/2543/my-adventures-on-shaadi-dot-com/

http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/2543/my-adventures-on-shaadi-dot-com/

Bumblebee Transformers Halloween Costume

Materialism and economics of marriage :P

A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum: Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy? I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(? ), $250k annual income is not enough.

I'm here humbly to ask a few questions: 1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym) 2) Which age group should I target? 3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks & are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys 4) How do you decide who can be your wife, & who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)

Ms. Pretty

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Awesome reply:

Dear Ms. Pretty,

I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...

signed,

CEO J.P. Morgan 

Quote of the day...

Those who joyfully leave everything in Allah's Hand, Will see Allah's Hand in everything. 
Worry ends where Faith Begins.

Extract from "Spirits Rebellious" by Kahlil Gibran...

"I was scarcely eighteen years of age when fate led me to Rashid Bey Namaan, who was then forty years old.
He fell in love with me, according to what the people say, and took me for a wife and put me in his
magnificent home, placing at my disposal clothes and precious gems. He exhibited me as a strange rarity at
the homes of his friends and family; he smiled with triumph when he saw his contemporaries looking at me
with surprise and admiration; he lifted his chin high with pride when he heard the ladies speak of me with
praise and affection. But never could he hear the whispers, 'Is this the wife of Rashid Bey Namaan, or his
adopted daughter?' And another one commenting, 'If he had married at the proper age, his first born would
have been older than Rose Hanie.'


"All that happened before my life had awakened from the deep swoon of youth, and before God inflamed my
heart with the torch of love, and before the growth of the seeds of my affections. Yes, all this transpired
during the time when I believed that real happiness came through beautiful clothes and magnificent mansions.
When I woke up from the slumber of childhood, I felt the flames of sacred fire burning in my heart, and a
spiritual hunger gnawing at my soul, making it suffer. When I opened my eyes, I found my wings moving to
the right and left, trying to ascend into the spacious firmament of love, but shivering and dropping under the
gusts of the shackles of laws that bound my body to a man before I knew the true meaning of that law. I felt
all these things and knew that a woman's happiness does not come through man's glory and honour, nor
through his generosity and affection, but through love that unites both of their hearts and affections, making them one member of life's body and one word upon the lips of God. When Truth showed herself to me, I
found myself imprisoned by law in the mansion of Rashid Bey Namaan, like a thief stealing his bread and
hiding in the dark and friendly corners of the night. I knew that every hour spent with him was a terrible lie
written upon my forehead with letters of fire before heaven and earth. I could not give him my love and
affection in reward for his generosity and sincerity. I tried in vain to love him, but love is a power that makes
our hearts, yet our hearts cannot make that power. I prayed and prayed in the silence of the night before God
to create in the depths of my heart a spiritual attachment that would carry me closer to the man who had been
chosen for me as a companion through life.


"My prayers were not granted, because Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the
demand or the plea of the individual. Thus I remained for two years in the home of that man, envying the
birds of the field their freedom while my friends envied me my painful chains of gold. I was like a woman
who is torn from her only child; like a lamenting heart, existing without attachment; like an innocent victim of
the severity of human law. I was close to death from spiritual thirst and hunger.


"One dark day, as I looked behind the heavy skies, I saw a gentle light pouring from the eyes of a man who
was walking forlornly on the path of life; I closed my eyes to that light and said to myself, 'Oh, my soul,
darkness of the grave is thy lot, do not be greedy for the light.' Then I heard a beautiful melody from heaven
that revived my wounded heart with its purity, but I closed my ears and said, 'Oh, my soul, the cry of the
abyss is thy lot, do not be greedy for heavenly songs.' I closed my eyes again so I could not see, and shut my
ears so I could not hear, but my closed eyes still saw that gentle light, and my ears still heard that divine
sound. I was frightened for the first time and felt like the beggar who found a precious jewel near the Emir's
palace and could not pick it up on account of fear, or leave it because of poverty. I cried−−a cry of a thirsty
soul who sees a brook surrounded by wild beasts, and falls upon the ground waiting and watching fearfully."
Then she turned her eyes away from me as if she remembered the past that made her ashamed to face me, but she continued, "Those people who go to back to eternity before they taste the sweetness of real life are unable to understand the meaning of a woman's suffering. Especially when she devotes her soul to a man she loves by the will of God, and her body to another whom she caresses by the enforcement of earthly law. It is a tragedy written with the blood of the woman's blood and tears which the man reads with ridicule because he
cannot understand it; yet, if he does understand, his laughter will turn into scorn and blasphemy that act like
fire upon her heart. It is a drama enacted by the black nights upon the stage of a woman's soul, whose body is
tied up into a man, known to her as husband, ere she perceives God's meaning of marriage. She finds her soul
hovering about the man whom she adores by all agencies of pure and true love and beauty. It is a terrible
agony that began with the existence of weakness in a woman and the commencement of strength in a man. It
will not end unless the days of slavery and superiority of the strong over the weak are abolished. It is a
horrible war between the corrupt law of humanity and the sacred affections and holy purpose of the heart. In
such a battlefield I was lying yesterday, but I gathered the remnants of my strength, and unchained my irons
of cowardice, and untied my wings from the swaddles of weakness and arose into the spacious sky of love and freedom.


"Today I am one with the man I love; he and I sprang out as one torch from the hand of God before the
beginning of the world. There is no power under the sun that can take my happiness from me, because it
emanated from two embraced spirits, engulfed by understanding, radiated by Love, and protected by heaven."


She looked at me as if she wanted to penetrate my heart with her eyes in order to discover the impression of
her words upon me, and to hear the echo of her voice from within me; but I remained silent and she continued.


Her voice was full of bitterness of memory and sweetness of sincerity and freedom when she said, "The
people will tell you that Rose Hanie is an heretic and unfaithful woman who followed her desires by leaving
the man who elated her into him and made her the elegance of his home. They will tell you that she is an
adulteress and prostitute who destroyed with her filthy hands the wreath of a sacred marriage and replaced it with a besmirched union woven of the thorns of hell. She took off the garment of virtue and put on the cloak
of sin and disgrace. They will tell you more than that, because the ghosts of their fathers are still living in their
bodies. They are like the deserted caves of the mountains that echo voices whose meanings are not
understood. They neither understand the law of God, nor comprehend the true intent of veritable religion, nor
distinguish between a sinner and an innocent. They look only at the surface of objects without knowing their
secrets. They pass their verdicts with ignorance, and judge with blindness, making the criminal and the
innocent, the good and the bad, equal. Woe to those who prosecute and judge the people. . . .


"In God's eyes I was unfaithful and an adulteress only while at the home of Rashid Bey Namaan, because he
made me his wife according to the customs and traditions and by the force of haste, before heaven had made
him mine in conformity with the spiritual law of Love and Affection. I was a sinner in the eyes of God and
myself when I ate his bread and offered him my body in reward for his generosity. Now I am pure and clean
because the law of Love has freed me and made me honourable and faithful. I ceased selling my body for
shelter and my days for clothes. Yes, I was an adulteress and a criminal when the people viewed me as the
most honourable and faithful wife; today I am pure and noble in spirit, but in their opinion I am polluted, for
they judge the soul by the outcome of the body and measure the spirit by the standard of matter."


Then she looked through the window and pointed out with her right hand toward the city as if she had seen the ghost of corruption and the shadow of shame among its magnificent buildings. She said pityingly, "Look at
those majestic mansions and sublime palaces where hypocrisy resides; in those edifices and between their
beautifully decorated walls resides Treason beside Putridity; under the ceiling painted with melted gold lives
Falsehood beside Pretension. Notice those gorgeous homes that represent happiness, glory and domination;
they are naught but caverns of misery and distress. They are plastered graves in which Treason of the weak
woman hides behind her kohled eyes and crimsoned lips; in their corners selfishness exists, and the animality
of man through his gold and silver rules supreme.


"If those high and impregnable buildings scented the door of hatred, deceit and corruption, they would have
cracked and fallen. The poor villager looks upon those residences with tearful eyes, but when he finds that the
hearts of the occupants are empty of that pure love that exists in the heart of his wife and fills its domain, he
will smile and go back to his fields contented."


And then she took hold of my hand and led me to the side of the window and said, "Come, I will show you the unveiled secrets of those people whose path I refused to follow. Look at that palace with giant columns. In it lives a rich man who inherited his gold from his father. After having led a life of filth and putrefaction, he
married a woman about whom he knew nothing except that her father was one of the Sultan's dignitaries. As
soon as the wedding trip was over he became disgusted and commenced associations with women who sell
their bodies for pieces of silver. His wife was left alone in that palace like an empty bottle left by a drunkard.
She cried and suffered for the first time; then she realized that her tears were more precious than her degenerate husband. Now she is busying herself in the love and devotion of a young man upon whom she
showers her joyous hours, and into whose heart she pours her sincere love and affection.


"Let me take you now to that gorgeous home surrounded by beautiful gardens. It is the home of a man who
comes from a noble family which ruled the country for many generations, but whose standards, wealth, and
prestige have declined due to their indulgence in mad spending and slothfulness. A few years ago this man
married an ugly but rich woman. After he acquired her fortune, he ignored her completely and commenced
devoting himself to an attractive young woman. His wife today is devoting her time to curling her hair,
painting her lips and perfuming her body. She wears the most expensive clothes and hopes that some young
man will smile and come to visit her, but it is all in vain, for she cannot succeed except in receiving a smile
from her ugly self in the mirror. "Observe that big manor, encircled with the marble statuary; it is the home of a beautiful woman who possesses strange character. When her first husband died, she inherited all his money and estate; then she selected a man with a weak mind and feeble body and became his wife to protect herself from the evil tongues, and to use him as a shield for her abominations. She is now among her admirers like a bee that sucks the sweetest and most delicious flowers.


That beautiful home next to it was built by the greatest architect in the province; it belongs to a greedy and
substantial man who devotes all of his time to amassing gold and grinding the faces of the poor. He has a wife
of supernatural beauty, bodily and spiritually, but she is like the rest, a victim of early marriage. Her father
committed a crime by giving her away to a man before she attained understanding age, placing on her neck
the heavy yoke of corrupt marriage. She is thin and pale now, and cannot find an outlet for her imprisoned
affection. She is sinking slowly and craving for death to free her from the mesh of slavery and deliver her
from a man who spends his life gathering gold and cursing the hour he married a barren woman who could not
bring him a child to carry on his name and inherit his money.


In that home among the orchards lives an ideal poet; he married an ignorant woman who ridicules his works
because she cannot understand them, and laughs at his conduct because she cannot adjust herself to his
sublime way of life. That poet found freedom from despair in his love for a married woman who appreciates
his intelligence and inspires him by kindling in his heart the torch of affections, and revealing to him the most
beautiful and eternal sayings by means of her charm and beauty."
Silence prevailed for a few moments, and Madame Hanie seated herself on a sofa by the window as if her soul were tired of roaming those quarters. Then she slowly continued, "These are the residences in which I refused to live; these are the graves in which I, too, was spiritually buried. These people from whom I have freed myself are the ones who become attracted by the body and repelled by the spirit, and who know naught of Love and Beauty. The only mediator between them and God is God's pity for their ignorance of the law of
God. I cannot judge, for I was one of them, but I sympathize with all my heart. I do not hate them, but I hate
their surrender to weakness and falsehood. I have said all these things to show you the reality of the people
from whom I have escaped against their will. I was trying to explain to you the life of persons who speak
every evil against me because I have lost their friendship and finally gained my own. I emerged from their
dark dungeon and directed my eyes towards the light where sincerity, truth and justice prevail. They have
exiled me now from their society and I am pleased, because humanity does not exile except the one whose
noble spirit rebels against despotism and oppression. He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom, truth and duty.


"Yesterday I was like a tray containing all kinds of palatable foods, and Rashid Bey Namaan never
approached me unless he felt a need for that food; yet both of our souls remained far apart from us like two
humble, dignified servants. I have tried to reconcile myself to what people call misfortune, but my spirit
refused to spend all its life kneeling with me before a horrible idol erected by the dark ages and called LAW. I
kept my chains until I heard Love calling me and saw my spirit preparing to embark. Then I broke them and
walked out from Rashid Bey Namaan's home like a bird freed from his iron cage and leaving behind me all
the gems, clothes and servants. I came to live with my beloved, for I knew that what I was doing was honest.
Heaven does not want me to weep and suffer. Many times at night I prayed for dawn to come and when dawn came, I prayed for the day to be over. God does not want me to lead a miserable life, for He placed in the depths of my heart a desire for happiness; His glory rests in the happiness of my heart.


"This is my story and this is my protest before heaven and earth; this is what I sing and repeat while people
are closing their ears for fear of hearing me and leading their spirits into rebellion that would crumble the
foundation of their quavering society.



"This is the rough pathway I have carved until I reached the mountain peak of my happiness. Now if death
comes to take me away, I will be more than willing to offer myself before the Supreme Throne of Heaven
without fear or shame. I am ready for the day of judgment and my heart is white as the snow. I have obeyed
the will of God in everything I have done and followed the call of my heart while listening to the angelic
voice of heaven. This is my drama which the people of Beyrouth call 'A curse upon the lips of life,' and 'An
ailment in the body of society.' But one day love will arouse their hearts like the sun rays that bring forth the
flowers even from contaminated earth. One day the wayfarers will stop by my grave and greet the earth that
enfolds my body and say, 'Here lies Rose Hanie who freed herself from the slavery of decayed human laws in
order to comply with God's law of pure love. She turned her face toward the sun so she would not see the
shadow of her body amongst the skulls and thorns.' "


The door opened and a man entered. His eyes were shining with magic rays and upon his lips appeared a
wholesome smile. Madame Hanie rose, took the young man's arm and introduced him to me, then gave him
my name with flattering words. I knew that he was the one for whose sake she denied the whole world and
violated all earthly laws and customs.


As we sat down, silence controlled. Each one of us was engrossed in deep thought. One minute worthy of
silence and respect had passed when I looked at the couple sitting side by side. I saw something I had never
seen before, and realized instantly the meaning of Madame Hanie's story. I comprehended the secret of her
protest against the society which persecutes those who rebel against confining laws and customs before
determining the cause for the rebellion. I saw one heavenly spirit before me, composed of two beautiful and
united persons, in the midst of which stood the god of Love stretching his wings over them to protect them
from evil tongues. I found a complete understanding emanating from two smiling faces, illuminated by
sincerity and surrounded by virtue. For the first time in my life I found the phantom of happiness standing
between a man and a woman, cursed by religion and opposed by the law. I rose and bade them goodbye and
left that poor hovel which Affection had erected as an altar to Love and Understanding. I walked past the
buildings which Madame Hanie pointed out to me. As I reached the end of these quarters I remembered
Rashid Bey Namaan and meditated his miserable plight and said to myself, "He is oppressed; will heaven ever
listen to him if he complains about Madame Hanie? Had that woman done wrong when she left him and
followed the freedom of her heart? Or did he commit a crime by subduing her heart into love? Which of the
two is the oppressed and which is the oppressor? Who is the criminal and who is the innocent?"
Then I resumed talking to myself after a few moments of deep thinking. "Many times deception had tempted
woman to leave her husband and follow wealth, because her love for riches and beautiful raiment blinds her
and leads her into shame. Was Madame Hanie deceitful when she left her rich husband's palace for a poor
man's hut? Many times ignorance kills a woman's honour and revives her passion; she grows tired and leaves
her husband, prompted by her desires, and follows a man to whom she lowers herself. Was Madame Hanie an
ignorant woman following her physical desires when she declared publicly her independence and joined her
beloved young man? She could have satisfied herself secretly while at her husband's home, for many men
were willing to be the slaves of her beauty and martyrs of her love. Madame Hanie was a miserable woman.
She sought only happiness, found it, and embraced it. This is the very truth which society disrespects." Then I
whispered through the ether and inquired of myself, "Is it permissible for a woman to buy her happiness with
her husband's misery?" And my soul added, "Is it lawful for a man to enslave his wife's affection when he
realizes he will never possess it?"


I continued walking and Madame Hanie's voice was still sounding in my ears when I reached the extreme end
of the city. The sun was disappearing and silence ruled the fields and prairies while the birds commenced
singing their evening prayers. I stood there meditating, and then I sighed and said, "Before the throne of
Freedom, the trees rejoice with the frolicsome breeze and enjoy the rays of the sun and the beams of the
moon. Through the ears of Freedom these birds whisper and around Freedom they flutter to the music of the
brooks. Throughout the sky of Freedom these flowers breathe their fragrance and before Freedom's eyes they smile when day comes.


"Everything lives on earth according to the law of nature, and from that law emerges the glory and joy of
liberty; but man is denied this fortune, because he set for the God−given soul a limited and earthly law of his
own. He made for himself strict rules. Man built a narrow and painful prison in which he secluded his
affections and desires. He dug out a deep grave in which he buried his heart and its purpose. If an individual,
through the dictates of his soul, declares his withdrawal from society and violates the law, his fellowmen will
say he is a rebel worthy of exile, or an infamous creature worthy only of execution. Will man remain a slave
of self−confinement until the end of the world? Or will he be freed by the passing of time and live in the Spirit
for the Spirit? Will man insist upon staring downward and backward at the earth? Or will he turn his eyes
toward the sun so he will not see the shadow of his body amongst the skulls and thorns?"

Bandeya - Soch Band

Bilal Khan - ALBUM RELEASE

Seems like a nice album...Looking forward to listening to it...

Technical Upgrades: New toys

Ladies and Gents, I present to you my two new babies, born on this date: 23/10/10...Meri choti choti khushyaan ^_^

IP4 and Kindeee....With them, life will be so much interesting and colorful (fingers crescented)...

Yusuf Islam - Don't Be Shy

Yusuf Islam - In The End

Let x be an unknown variable, known only by God, then the equation of life now is = x-25

Quote from eat, pray, love (the book)

 People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful.

Endurance, hope and character...

"More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Spirit who has been given to u.s"

~Bible

the script - im yours with lyrics

Lyrics

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours...

Quotes from Tears and Smile by Kahlil Gibran...

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Saudis in Audis

Losing my religion

Losing my religion

Beirut - Nantes

Quote of the day...

 They deem me mad for I will not sell my days for gold; I deem them mad for they think my days have a price.
~Khalil Gibran

Nerdy, geeky humour...

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well...

Here is the "Bonus Question" on the exam: "Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?"

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and

pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa (a girlfriend of mine during my Freshman year) that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A.