hmm i was looking for a song, by searching for a random line from it, and while i couldnt find the song, i did find this, iv edited it... its some really weird and messed up and lovely lyrics, iv cut some of it out and put it together again, to make it more poetry then lyrics, (plus their the best parts) if you want to read the entire thing or other stuff by the artists you can find that HERE

QUÉ MALA SUERTE
(WHAT A BAD LUCK)

Sabor and butane gas

This farce in this jungle screams at me
That I should start sharpening my teeth
The air smells after beasts lying in wait
Trying to eat me up in one bite
I carry the mark of my woman on the chest
And a cramp in my belly bottom that kills me
A troubled river runs through my veins
Because this land brings the passion in me

You need to be an asshole to not see how the asphalt
Burns, burns, burns, burns like fire
I bring you my rhythm
So that you learn how I am

The men that hide their names
Set traps to see if I fall in them
The sinister light in front of my eyes
With the heat in my body going up
So as not to crash my head against the concrete
I am going to start going West
I will walk like the beat in the wind
They keep the remains of a solitaire smoke

I swim in deserts of voices and smokes
I try to defend myself from the most sinister
Because I carry the destiny in my fist
I am no longer afraid of fear or fire

I am not afraid of running on the streets
Among the rumba and a thousand rituals that kill me
The blood inside my chest is warm
With the tumbao my raze feels

Here,
With Los De Abajo
Climbing up the step.

shit... summers over...

yeah... summers over allready...

shit... it feels like it was just a week and a half ago we flew down here...

yeah... but the memories could fill a lifetime and a half...

yeah...(slow smile) the memories is what its all about...

booyaaaaa brother boooyaaaaaaaa....


-- (7 hours before my flight, two voices in my head having a conversation)

Subtle energy redistribution in progress using Extra terrestrial Feng Shui software version 1.2
(This is one of the greatest picture titles i have ever seen, if i can find it again ill post the picture too)

This was taken off of Nidas blog,

For the record, IT STILL SUCKS

A tribute to all the 'nice guys' I know.

This article was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.

The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

i cant play guitar for shit...

"Booty is in the eye of the Beholder"

:P

today,
in a moment of absolute clarity,
i saw the room that i want to have,
to live in,
for all time.

I would write it down,
explain it,
in every detail,
color,
in all stillness.

But im afraid,
the words,
would marr,
the clarity.

back,
karachi,
sand, sea, wind.

8 hours of travelling,
and aching back,
and memories to show for my trouble.

karachi will never loose its charm for me,
and yet
it gets old nonetheless.

A sad thought,
growing up,
moving on.

its too early in the morning for me to be this depressed...

Tomorrow i leave the land of sea, sand, salt and pollution to head down to Sui, the land of balochis, protocol, functions, and my father.

My time in karachi so far has been an interesting one, torn between people who created my past and those who exist with me in my present. Torn between multitudes of lives that i could live in the future and the one life i ever wanted in the past. A time spent staying awake throughout the night to watch the sun rise and sleep long enough only to wake to watch it set again. My playlist is composed of an eclectic set from nymphetamine (by cradle of filth) to joe satriani (who i hate) to GnR to velvet revolver to THE clapton and his blues.

I guess the only word to describe it is interesting, to say the least.

My best friend has lost himself in the states, but thankfully with time enough to drop a msg every now and then, i have now become a SENIOR (yes a SENIOR ladies and gentelmen) at college and it feels absolutely horrid and weird at the same time. This summer has and will be spent worrying about my masters applications and with the failure of that the possibilty of getting a JOB (i spit on the word). I will have become, for all purposes, an adult.

This sucks.

Not ONLY does this suck ladies and gentelmen, but the possibility of absolute failure while entering the profesional world lurks closer and closer, those who know me well knows why this is something that requires mention, those who dont can sod off and wonder for themselves (and while their wondering i will wonder about the individuals who read this without knowing the writer and who take such an interest).

And on a side note, you should listen to Run around by Blues travellers, in fact, here are the lyrics:

ahh im too lazy to search for them, will post them later.but just to give you a taste, heres whats playing right....NOW:

"whats your is mine,
the fishings fine,
and it doesnt have to rhyme
so wont you give me a line!"

*raging harmonica solo*

Oh... i just recieved my new Digitech DF-7 Pedal and i must say, AMAZNIG tone, CRAZY sound, i got a couple of issues with it, like it EATS through abtteries (but then , they warn you of that) and the fact that i cant change the tone with my foot so i gotta get another pedal. But all in all.. i believe a GOOD buy.

hmm i want to buy d'artiste 's new book (the third edition) but its bloody expensive and im broke - which for some reason or the other always seems to be the combination of things these days... i bought my pedal by selling off my old computer monitor and another older pedal - jeez no more spending on my guitar buss... (i know all my friends are saying ya right)
hmm.. i gotta get in touch with saad... SAAD YOU READING this we gotta get together...
hmm i love this, i have so much music on my computer that i havent heard half of it and randomly this music video of metallica playing with a ull symphony and so nice and slow (hero of the day) with him playing his guitar in the middle of the entire symphony... nice.
Hmm yesterday i drew a complete peice in a few hrs ( which is rare, im a slow worker) of a skull wearing a tophat in flames inside a picture frame - and the picture frame has caught fire from the flames in the photo... interesting. I hope i have the motivation to finish it in color on the pc when i get back.

hmm im tired now.

Goodbye.

Damaged people are dangerous.
They KNOW they can survive.

Its not the size of the dog in the fight.
Its the size of the
FIGHT IN THE DOG.