Thoughts

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

Friday, March 31, 2006

Women...!


I have a great "appreciation" for women.
I "think" that if i get married, and have the means I would spoil my companion; She will be treated Royal, because, well, she is my queen.

See, what we men don't get is that women are like A Master piece paiting. If you take good care of it, It will stay forever beautifull and a pleasure to the eye, the heart and mind. If you neglect it, it might fade away, and every time you look at it, you will see it sadening more and more.

I quote Socrates when i say : "By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher."

Women are the key to a man's Happiness, and the key to his sorrow.

And it was said that "Behind every great man is a women". If it weren't for that women, the man wouldn't be great.

Women are gems. But they are not to be collected, no, one of them is enough to fill your life.

A thing to be noticed is that a man's life is never the same after he gets married.
Many men have been lost and only by a woman have they been found.

Women are Royal, and so they should be treated.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Mauritania

Mauritania, officially the Islamic Republic of Mauritania, country in northwestern Africa. It is bounded on the north by Western Sahara and Algeria, on the east by Mali, on the south by Mali and Senegal, and on the west by the Atlantic Ocean. The country has a total area of 1,031,000 sq km (398,000 sq mi).

Mauritania is divided into 12 regions, each administered by a council, and 1 district, which encompasses the country’s capital and largest city, Nouakchott (population, 2001 estimate, 626,000). Other principal towns are Kaédi (40,633), a farming center on the Sénégal, Nouadhibou (102,600), a fishing center and seaport, the exports of which include iron ore sent by rail from Fdérik, and Rosso (50,000).




Islam, the state religion, is professed by nearly all of the people. Hasaniya Arabic (a Moorish dialect of Arabic) is the official language, and Fulfulde, Wolof, Soninke, and French are also widely spoken.

Two-fifths of the population is of mixed Moor and black African heritage. Another 30 percent of Mauritania’s people are Moors (of mixed Arab and Berber ancestry), many of whom lead nomadic existences. More than 90 percent of the population lives in the southern quarter of the country. About 30 percent of the people are black African farmers, who are settled in the Sénégal Valley.




This Beautifull country is where I come from.....



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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

The Brain



It makes you wonder, don't it?

Saturday, March 25, 2006

South Park creators kill Chef


South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone have killed off soul singer Isaac Hayes' character Chef in the cartoon series.

The tenth season of the show kicked off on March 22 in America with Chef being struck by lightning, impaled on a branch, shot, mauled by a mountain lion, had his legs ripped eaten by a bear, his face bitten off, and his corpse told it would "have made a good child molester".

Dog handler jailed for Iraq abuse


Smith, 24, was convicted of using his black Belgian shepherd to menace prisoners for his own amusement.

He expressed no remorse for his actions at the court martial, saying soldiers were not meant to be "soft and cuddly".

Prosecutors said he had competed with another handler to see who could make a detainee soil himself out of fear.

One of the photographs to emerge from Abu Ghraib prison depicts Smith holding his dog inches from the face of a detainee who appears to be cowering in terror.


Source: BBC.co.uk, I claim no ownership of the material. Before they start chasing me around the international courts and sueing my butt off.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Picture

The picture in my profile.
Take a look at it.

That person is me....!

Now. Take a second look.

That person is really me.

don't just look at the face. No, notice that i have a cigarette in my mouth.

I am sitting in a strage postion. I have headphones on my ears.

I am sitting on a computer.

Now. Take a look again.

Do you see now?

That! That is me and my life.

Computer. Ciggarettes. and Lazyness.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Mixed thoughts


It's Wednesday. The hour is: 22:07.

Cool wind blowing in. I have a balcony. My room is very small.
It has been long since i wrote something. It is one of many proofs that i lack discipline.

I have a thought that is running through my head lately.
I think that no one is intelligent.
I think that people are same.
However, i think that "Practice" makes perfect.
I think that "smart" people, by the common thought, are not smart; they just have been practicing being smart. So, the dumb people are also not dumb, they just have been practicing being dumb, and eventually they got good at it.

I bought a new shirt, i wanted to buy the one next to it, but it was too damn expensive. I liked that shop from which i bought my shirt. I thought that i'm gonna buy all my clothes from there for the next year.

My friend is coming soon. He said he found some solutions to some excercises that we have. He is late.

My dinner wasn't good today. It was cold. I think i'm gonna stop buying food from that restaurant.

What am i doing?

Do i have an assignment tomorrow? I think i already did it.

Next week, there's an exam. That subject is completely incomprehensible. I did very good in the mid-term exam. My result was third in the class. I am not satisfied though. because i don't like the guy who stood first, and the second was a girl, not that i got a problem with that, but it's just that she took me by surprise. I didn't expect "her" to get such a good result, I expected someone else to beat me, but not her.

Did anyone hear the newz recently?

I think i am gonna buy a gun. I want to feel the excitement of shooting a gun.

How do i upload my picture to this site?

I was introduced to a girl recently. I don't want to elaborate on that, because someone might read it and get the wrong impression.

I think i'm going to KL this weekend again.
But it's too far. I have a lot of work to do.
If i stay, am i gonna do some work? Or am i gonna just sit there on my computer and spend my weekend on the net.
That's what i do usually.
It sounds sad, don't it?
A guy, sitting in his room, browsing the internet for hours, speaking to no one, and seeing no one.
just bloggin.....Or doing whatever he does on his computer.....
It's awfull.
I think i am gonna force my self to find some information on the use of Bioinformatics in Food Production and Healthcare.
The teacher, he got a bad idea about me, after an unfortunate incident.
that's what most teacher have. A wrong idea about me. I alwayz find comfort in explaining things to myself that way.

What should i write?

There's this site that i am daily on: www.H2kclan.com. It's a forum. You can find almost anything there. Really nice forum. Whenever i sit on a computer, the first thing to open is H2kclan and then check my email.

Sometimes i think, all of this internet, all of these sites, and all i do is visit two or three. That's just painfull.

That's a sentence i am using very frequently lately, "OH! That's painfull". I use it almost for everything, like instead of "awsome", i use "OH! That's painfull", or instead of that's great, i use, "OH! That's painfull", or that's sad, i use "OH! That's painfull".

KL was nice. I want to live there.

But its too expensive.

I am gonna find difficulty finding work.
where would i work?
Do i go back to my country? Or look for work somewhere else?

I need to get married.....


I think i am gonna apply for the canadian citizenship...

Hey it's time to do some work....

Friday, March 10, 2006

Encounter on friday!


IT's Friday, dated 10 March 2006. The hour now is 14:38.
I am now in my friend's apartement. we just arrived from the grand mosque of the university in which we performed the weekly friday prayer.
It was refreshing. I feel like a brand new man. I know what it is that makes me feel this way, perhaps, so do you. I saw a beautifull incident in the mosque.
I was sitting down, just finished my mosque-greeting prayer, waiting for the prayer's speaker to mount the stage and start preaching. There was a man infront of me. A middle aged chap. There was a gray-hair, bit old man to his left, and a young lad to his right. The man, of whom i speak, was saying his prayers, he just finished, and then, he suddenly turns to his right, looks at the other man, smiles, and extends his hands, greeting him. The old man, was pleased and in return he smiles back and greets him. Then, the man, turns to his left and greets the youngster. To my astonishment, the young lad, gives hime a beautifull smile, bows his head, and quickly, yet respectfully, extends both his hands, and shakes the man's hand........

Beautifull.

The scene was undescribable. So peacefull. So much respect to each other, showed the three. Yet, none of them knew the other.

This is how we should react. Respect the elderly, and have mercy on the younger.

I was moved.
I'll give you an offer you can't refuse.....
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And if u even think the slightest thought of refusing it.

Then u are going Bye Bye.

Im gonna give this to Clemenze.

Santino. What's the matter with you?
Don't ever take sides against the familly.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Why?


It's 6:18 pm,
i'm in my room, sitting on my bed, headphones on my ears,
my playlist just finished, i have to replay it again, hold on a sec.......
Listening to Switchfoot, Gone...nice song, try it sometimes...
I don't feel good about myself lately; In fact it has been a long time since i felt good about
myself, i'm not satisfied at all with who or what i am...what am i?
Just a big pile of flesh, few bones, and not any kind of intelligence at all, neither do i have any feelings at all...why am i like this?
I haven't achieved anything in my life...why?
I should have done something that can be pointed at and told that I did that, why haven't I?
Why none of my "friends" can look at someone he knows and tell him: "I have a friend, Mohamed, he is this, and he is that, and he has done something amazing"...?
Why don't I stand out from a crowd....?
I'm just a face in the crowd, why?
I don't pray regularly, why?
I don't pray in time, why?
I don't read Quran everyhour, nor do I read it everyday, not every week, not even every month, why?
I'm not good at what i do, why?
I don't get excellent grades, why?
Why can't my teachers proudly present me to other teachers and tell them " This is my student, he is an excellent student, he is my best student"..?
Why do i get forgotten easily?
Why don't people get happy to see me?
Why do i see frowns in their eyes the moment they lay eyes on me?
They would fake smiles of course, but it's more than obvious.....
It's as if they are shouting at me: " Why do you exist? Why do u live? Why don't you die? Why don't you do something about yourself and stop portraying yourself before my eyes?"
Why am i not good at anything?
Most of my friends, all of them, each of them is good at something. Someone is good at design, another is good at programming, another is a good leader, another is a good employer, another one is good with people, someone else is good at writing, another is good at singing, another is good at playing an instrument, another is a good player of football, basketball, volleyball, Tennis, anything, but each of 'em is good at something, what am i good at?
I'm not a good friend, sure i have friends, and sure i have someone who is "my" best friend, but i am nobody's best friend, not even someone else's good friend...if u ask someone who knows me, he would say:"Oh! Now, i remember, he is a friend of mine, yeah!", he won't say he is my best friend nor would he say "a good friend of mine", just a friend, why?
I'm not a good son....Why don't I treat my parents as they should be treated...Royal.
why don't I crawl at their feet...why do i walk before my father and not behind him, why do I eat before my father eats, why do i sleep before he sleeps, why does he have to bear my burden and i don't bear his....why do I not do as they tell me and the moment they tell me...Why do I prefer to look at some stupid movie, and not look at my mother's beautifull face, why I sit while she is standing, why do i lay while she is aseat?

Why am i not good?
You know..... may be that's what I am good at, being not good!
But, even that one I am not good at!
There are people who are better than me in being not good!
People are good at lying, i'm not!
people are good at stealing i'm not!
people are good at killing other people, i'm not!
People are good at cursing other people, i'm not!
People are good being rude, i'm not!
People are good at being arrogant, i'm not!
People are good at being disgusting, i'm not!
Why?
I don't want to be refered to as the bad guy..but if u r doing something, or you are something, then you better be good, if not the best at it, otherwise there's no use of it, or there's no use of u!

So, is that it? is that what i'm usefull for in this life? Having no use? could it be?
Could it? could it be? could it be? could it be?

It hurts.......I'm in pain!

IDLE

I am back again.....
This time i'm in the lab of my faculty....
i Have a class in 20 mins,
so, i gotta be quick.
in fact i ain't feeling like writing at all...
i haven't had the best week...
i mean, sure i didn't have many classes this week,
i went to singapore,
i haven't done a single assignment since last week...
but, i don't feel so good...
i feel IDLE, u know!
sleeping too much, waking up late, playing neither football nor basketball...
It's all IDLE.
I don't know what i'm talking about....
Now, i'm chatting with three close friends of mine, Abedin, Tareq and Shaon!

I forget how to spell many words,
i guess i'm outta practice...

I didn't have a class today morning, the lecturer is buzy..

My friend is angry with his classmate, and he wants to beat him to death

I talked to my familly yesterday on the phone, it was fantastic, and just when i hangup, my brother came online and i had a nice voice chat with him...it was nice, i had a good sleep


My head is all mixing up!

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