tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34283462011-09-17T05:30:07.254+05:00...whispers...It is a Sin to be Inefficient in a world where there is so much Need.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.comBlogger2541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-16337007068517516652007-05-09T18:49:00.000+05:002007-05-09T18:57:07.184+05:00 Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1168347954129171462007-01-09T18:00:00.000+05:002007-01-09T18:05:54.143+05:00Laugh, and the world laughs with you.Weep, and you weep alone.For the sad old earthMust borrow its mirth,It has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air;The echoes boundTo a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing care.Rejoice, and men will seek you;Grieve, and they turn and go;They want full measureOf all your pleasure,But they do not want your woe.Be VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1165768445106326652006-12-10T21:33:00.000+05:002006-12-10T21:34:05.123+05:00 Its always good to have dreams ;)Nickelback Rockstar Lyrics I'm through with standin' in lineat clubs I'll never get inIt's like the bottom of the ninthand I'm never gonna winthis life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be(Tell me what you want)I want a brand new house on an episode of CribsAnd a bathroom I can play baseball inAnd a king size tub big enough for ten plus me--(SoVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1164816498137329852006-11-29T21:07:00.000+05:002006-11-29T21:08:18.153+05:00 Artist: Cradle Of Filth LyricsSong: Nymphetamine Lyrics Laid to the riverMidsummer, I wavedA "V" of black swansOn with hope to the graveAnd though Red SeptemberWith skies fire-pavedI begged you appearLike a thorn for the holy onesCold was my soulUntold was the painI faced when you left meA rose in the rain....So I swore to the razorThat never, enchainedWould your dark nails of faithBe pushed VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1160229165613424612006-10-07T18:52:00.000+05:002006-10-07T18:52:45.626+05:00Hey all... i doubt anyone even looks at this site anymore... but if you come here looking for updates the right place to look would be HERE - im in Cairo for a while so i decided to seperate the blogs a bit so ill be posting there from now on (or atleast until further notice).VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1153425014979512882006-07-21T00:47:00.000+05:002006-07-21T00:50:14.990+05:00Heard this line in a movie, fell in love with it. It falls perfectly in line with everything happening all over the world, including Pakistan:"A people should not be afraid of their goverment. The governement should be afraid of its people"-- V for Vandetta, Crazy Masked GuyVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1152900120890178022006-07-14T22:38:00.000+05:002006-07-14T23:02:00.946+05:00Very few people have gone far back enough to nitice, but the reason this blog actually started, four years ago in 2002 - was because of the increased tension in the palistinean / Israel situation. It was a place where not only could i express my voice but i where i could discuss my political and philosophical opinions with others and with the voices inside my head.Along the years, i started VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1143803770160284502006-03-31T16:13:00.000+05:002006-03-31T16:16:10.173+05:00And we thought we were above all of this...Sometimes i dont know how i did it...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1141067121068821282006-02-28T00:04:00.000+05:002006-02-28T00:05:21.070+05:00And we thought we were above all that...Crazy days, Crazy nights.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1141067036817346772006-02-28T00:02:00.000+05:002006-02-28T00:03:56.846+05:00Wear it around your neck, like a razor blade, it cuts through you. Smell it, breath in deap, let it pervade your thoughts, let it become a part of you, let it become a part of your skin, let it kill you... from the inside out.Let the rain hit you, let the steam rise from the ground, and let the thoughts from your mind leave you...from the inside out.Stand in the sun, let the rays of light float VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1140384083982632572006-02-20T02:17:00.000+05:002006-02-20T02:21:23.996+05:00Somebody special wrote this for me, its one of the nicest msgs iv ever gotten... it shoulda come up here a long time ago..."Ur the words that come out easy n im speechless at best.ur star it seems 2shine above the rest,ur the face b4 the cameras,the smile id like 2earn,the closest thing 2 perfect in a hollywood 2burn.Ur the beauty thats deeper than eyes can merely see,closest thing 2perfect,but VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1139329561757966552006-02-07T21:23:00.000+05:002006-02-07T21:26:01.766+05:00Closure - ChevilleBreathe,Trust,Bless me,And her loose,Climb hard,Never be seen,Closed off,Rescue to free,And just bless me.Too side of time,Your rebirth can’t hurt,Branch out behind,The pain.Closure has come to me,Myself,You will never belong,To me.Closure has come to me,Myself,You will never belong,To me!Had to turn,They doubt,You’re sting of disease,Phase you,Ouch,You seem this courage,Go on,VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1138994643688189752006-02-04T00:19:00.000+05:002006-02-04T00:24:03.700+05:00i heard this song, then i read the lyrics and it hit me somewhere way deep down...i thought id share, to see if anyone caredand the cow jumped over the moon."Your Beautiful" -- James BluntMy life is brilliant.My love is pure.I saw an angel.Of that I'm sure.She smiled at me on the subway.She was with another man.But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.You're beautiful.You're VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1137359450541969782006-01-16T01:45:00.000+05:002006-01-16T02:10:50.543+05:00Leaving for Lahore early toomorrow morning, well actually, early TODAY in the morning, will fly in six hours actualy, which means ill be getting ready to leave for the airport in three and a half and cause dads flight leaves half an hour before mine will actually LEAVING for the airport in four and half.Was just in the process of packing, something that normally doesnt bother me (and normally VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1137342310625116962006-01-15T21:21:00.000+05:002006-01-15T21:25:10.660+05:00Been in karachi a week now, leaving for lahore early tomorrow morning, was out doing some last minute shopping when i realized that i had been here a week and yet i still hadnt gone to see the ocean. Sunset, sand and water... and it comes back to me - i truly do love this city.PS Reminder to self, write out the idea for the killer movie that came and literally hit you upside the head today.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1136063390773527312006-01-01T02:06:00.000+05:002006-01-01T02:09:50.786+05:00Happy New Years to all...I raise my invisible glass, juice and ice and all, to my circle of invisible boys, scattered all over the city and the country tonight, the victims of circumstance and luck - Happy New Years boys...Cheers.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1135378286653464402005-12-24T03:49:00.000+05:002005-12-24T03:51:26.663+05:00hmm.cold nights,sad songs,old memories,and orange juice...:)lifes not always perfect.but lifes good.The Good LifeVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1135370179954640382005-12-24T00:52:00.000+05:002005-12-24T01:36:20.030+05:00The weather is crazy today. Beautiful day, with the sun out after what feels like ages, and after spending almost seven hours in the lab being frustrated by multiple cameras, weird computer mood swings and being one man short - you walk out to a world that could be an alien planet if only it was on tv.Fog so thick you can barely see five feet in front of you - an eery silence except for the VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1134504633007958582005-12-14T01:05:00.000+05:002005-12-14T01:10:33.016+05:00Go Sadness by Shout Out LoudsI'm in a golden ageA great calendar pageI spotted the right timeThe future is mineI got the greatest dogThe best of them allI love my brotherHe's on my wallBye bye car keysHello sparkles and fliesI keep themThey're mineI saw the brightest lightIt was the most wonderful sightAnd I spotted the right timeThe future is mineBye bye car keysHello sparkles and VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1134506991145259862005-12-14T01:00:00.000+05:002005-12-14T01:58:35.890+05:00Can Sex Kill You?Interesting Question,Sex could kill you.This is what the human body goes through:pupils dilatearteries constrictcore temperature risesheart racesblood pressure skyrocketsrespiration becomes rapid and shallowthe brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowheresecretions spit out of every glandand the muscles tense and spasm like your lifting three times your body VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1134172569728901312005-12-10T04:45:00.000+05:002005-12-10T05:02:32.526+05:00The MermaidA mermaid found a swimming lad,Picked him for her own,Pressed her body to his body,Laughed; and plunging downForgot in cruel happinessThat even lovers drown...The Mermaid... interesting.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1134169219190887952005-12-10T03:54:00.000+05:002005-12-10T04:00:19.206+05:00Congratulations, Salman!Your IQ score is 136This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1133395554567474912005-12-01T05:03:00.000+05:002005-12-01T05:05:54.590+05:00Once youve taken a few punches, and realised that your not made of glass,you dont feel alive, unless you pushing yourself as far as you can go.You know the best part, it isnt knowing that your friends have you back... its knowing that you have your friends back... -- "Hooligans" (an absolutely much watch movie)VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1133260612952480242005-11-29T15:24:00.000+05:002005-11-29T15:36:52.963+05:00ohh man... my aching head.I got to start taking ali's advice - more often then not he knows what hes talking about,aur mein jo hoon, jazbaat mein maara jaata hoon.To my brothers in arms,and American Pie, and forgotten verses, and my solo verse :)To ali telling me to straighten up,to never knowing when to stop,and knowing that not knowing is allright, because theres always someone there,to hold VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1132882589031594602005-11-25T06:25:00.000+05:002005-11-25T06:36:29.043+05:00I am the master, the guru, the ustaad, at being:second best,almost there,runners up,almost but not quite,a great friend,a confidante...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1132881870317224462005-11-25T06:14:00.000+05:002005-11-25T06:24:30.330+05:00God gave me this ability.He gave me the innate ability to help people with there problems.To sort them out, to give them solutions if thats what there looking for, to just make them smile or laugh if thats what they need, or to point the finger and make them realize it was there fault, even if they allready know.What never fails to amaze me, is that even though many of them know that my life is VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1132781472171338482005-11-24T02:23:00.000+05:002005-11-24T02:31:12.186+05:00This song reminds me of some amazing times, spent withmy friends, spent with my boys. This song here is posted for a particular boy of mine - always been there for me, ill always be there for him."My Grace is Gone" Dave Mathews BandNeon shines through smoky eyes tonight,It’s 2 am, I’m drunk again,It’s heavy on my mind, it’s heavy on my mind.I could never love again,So much as I love you.Where VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1132783044543589292005-11-24T02:15:00.000+05:002005-11-24T03:03:11.716+05:00Hello all.ANNOUNCEMENTS:Completely new look here, and since iv been playing around with some resolution settings (and because im on a widescreen myself) id love it if i could get some feedback here - on my screen the cherub doesnt interfere with the text - i need to know how it appears to y'all.The kneeling cherub with the weight of its wings...As for Visual Sensation - my photoblog - there have VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1132174118524838492005-11-17T01:46:00.000+05:002005-11-17T01:48:38.533+05:00ye world hei na worldiss mein do tarah ke log hote heinaik, jo saari zindagi aik hi kaam karte rehte heinaur doosre jo,aik hi zindagi meinsaare kaam karte hein...ye mein nahiyewho dono kehte theyaur kehte kya,karte bhi theyaur aise karte they,ke na jaise kissi ne kiya,aur naa shaid karpaye ga. -- Amitabh Bachan, "Bunti aur Bubbli"*smile*VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1130132055442519192005-10-24T10:15:00.000+05:002005-10-24T10:34:20.780+05:00wow... its 10am, i normally dont wake up this early when iv just fallen asleep at 530am, but im waking up from an incredibly disturbing dream. First let me describe the scene. I was in my room at LUMS (which was single occupancy, or maybe my roomie just wasnt there) except my room at lums looked more like a room from an old haveli. Medium sized windows that opened up from the center, the wood VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1130111401301884522005-10-24T04:38:00.000+05:002005-10-24T04:50:01.323+05:00Extreme: Hole HeartedLife's ambition occupies my timePriorities confuse the mindHappiness one step behindThis inner peace I've yet to findRivers flow into the seaYet even the sea is not so full of meIf I'm not blind why can't I seeThat a circle can't fitWhere a square should beThere's a hole in my heartThat can only be filled by youAnd this hole in my heartCan't be filled with the things I doHoleVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1129426096998478092005-10-16T06:20:00.000+05:002005-10-16T06:28:17.006+05:00haha wow the nets working fast today...was just cleaning out my computer... finding things from ALL over and god knows how old... literally... i had to make a folder called "Random Texts" just to try to organize the mess... amongst it all this is some of what i found:Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to exploreVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1125431928723321262005-08-31T00:50:00.000+05:002005-08-31T00:58:48.723+05:00hmm 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 HEREQUÉ VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1125431446332893972005-08-31T00:43:00.000+05:002005-08-31T00:50:46.336+05:00shit... 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)VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1125393644544458032005-08-30T14:16:00.000+05:002005-08-30T14:20:44.550+05:00Subtle 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)VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1124404941363741282005-08-19T03:40:00.000+05:002005-08-19T03:42:21.366+05:00This was taken off of Nidas blog, For the record, IT STILL SUCKSA tribute to all the 'nice guys' I know.This article was written for the Wharton Undergraduate JournalThis 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 VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1124404462818567522005-08-19T03:33:00.000+05:002005-08-19T03:34:22.830+05:00i cant play guitar for shit...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1123931071749087012005-08-13T16:03:00.000+05:002005-08-13T16:04:31.803+05:00"Booty is in the eye of the Beholder":PVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1123617464722874812005-08-10T00:53:00.000+05:002005-08-10T00:57:44.726+05:00today,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.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1123487604122854192005-08-08T12:27:00.000+05:002005-08-08T12:53:24.176+05:00back,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 yetit gets old nonetheless.A sad thought,growing up,moving on.its too early in the morning for me to be this depressed...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1123030388190675032005-08-03T05:50:00.000+05:002005-08-03T05:54:32.940+05:00Tomorrow 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 VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1122994053470499862005-08-02T19:24:00.000+05:002005-08-02T19:47:33.516+05:00Damaged people are dangerous.They KNOW they can survive.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1122929667497065862005-08-02T01:52:00.000+05:002005-08-02T01:54:27.506+05:00Its not the size of the dog in the fight.Its the size of theFIGHT IN THE DOG.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1122581110075121782005-07-29T01:00:00.000+05:002005-07-29T01:05:10.083+05:00"Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)"So you sailed awayInto a grey sky morningNow I'm here to stayLove can be so boringNothing's quite the same nowI just say your name now[Chorus]But it's not so badYou're only the best I ever hadYou don't want me backYou're just the best I ever hadSo you stole my worldNow I'm just a phonyRemembering the girlLeaves me down and lonelySend it in a letterMake yourselfVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1122154568573026532005-07-24T02:34:00.000+05:002005-07-24T02:36:08.580+05:00Beautifulby CreedShe wears a coat of color Loved by some, feared by others She’s immortalized in young men’s eyes Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers Violent sons make bitter mothers So close your eyes, heres your surprise Beautiful is empty Beautiful is free Beautiful loves no one Beautiful stripped me In your mind she’s your companion Vile instincts often candid Your regret is all thats VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1121193304524210412005-07-12T23:31:00.000+05:002005-07-18T00:40:03.906+05:00Hello folks,with the response we had from the last post (the debate still continues) iv decided to put up another, again something that began between me and mina :p (we just dont agree on ANYTHING):)here goesdoes the fact that an artist (or a band) not write there own songs make them untalented? My point of view in particularly with vocal artists is that singing is in itself a talent, as is the VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1120989477269090452005-07-10T14:50:00.000+05:002005-07-10T14:57:57.273+05:00A Perfect Circle has really blown me away... their album emotive shows such a variation of different styles it is really absolutely amazing. Fiddle and the Drum is a duet with no instruments and has tinges of Simon and Garfunkle somewhere in there while Annihilation is a peice with a bell like keyboard and no otherinstruments and the entire lyrics are whispered into the mike to create an VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1120988893348276602005-07-10T14:44:00.000+05:002005-07-10T14:48:13.356+05:00okayfirstly sorry for not having posted in ages, the internet connection of my entire COUNTRY was down (and you gotta know that thats just SAD) so we werent able to log on.with that out of the wayconsidering the fact that no one comments on my blog (cause i hardly ever update it i know i know) i wanna invite you guys to argue on something that me and mina started on.Do you think its important to VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1118096973107136682005-06-07T03:26:00.000+05:002005-06-07T03:29:33.116+05:00Sugar High by Coyote ShiversThey all said life's just a bowl of cherries, but sometimes it seems like anything but.. (think again)Sometimes reputations out live their applicationsSometimes fires don't go out when you're done playing with themI feel so funny deep insideI wanna kiss myself goodbyeSugarhigh(I gotta have it, really need it to get by)Sugarhigh(I wanna feel it, can't quite feel it... VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1117132463832458832005-05-26T23:25:00.000+05:002005-05-26T23:34:23.836+05:00I just realized, i have the unhealthy addiction to listening to songs with really sad lyrics, the next three songs are some of my favorites...Broken - SeetherI wanted you to know I love the way you laughI wanna hold you high and steal your pain awayI keep your photograph; I know it serves me wellI wanna hold you high and steal your pain‘cause I’m broken when I’m openAnd I don’t feel like I am VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1117079974006424562005-05-26T08:57:00.000+05:002005-05-26T08:59:34.013+05:00Nickelback - Someday Lyrics How the hell'd we wind up like thiswhy weren't we ableTo see the signs that we missedand try to turn the tablesI wish you'd unclench your fistsAnd unpack your suitcaseLately there's been too much of thisBut don't think it's too lateNothing's wrongJust as long as you know that someday I willSomeday, somehowI''m gonna make it alrightBut not right nowI know you're VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1116950174500389782005-05-24T20:38:00.000+05:002005-05-24T20:56:14.523+05:00The following post has been written after a marathon sleeping session of 12 hours, and sounds the best if you read it outloud to yourself in a pseudo british accent - trainspotting style or something like that.Scene: Man is lying on top of bed, sweety sheets wrapped around him, thin, very thin. The camera is above him, pointing downwards, spiraling towards him. When it gets close, he suddenly VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1116786714639947172005-05-22T23:29:00.000+05:002005-05-22T23:31:54.643+05:00A Mans Worldyou GOTTA see it... visit it hereThe owner describes the site like this:"The lord created Adam and Eve and it's been a battle ever since. This blog is my spin on the way the battle is being forged and how to win the war without blowing yourself up first. I see too many guys getting slaughtered on the battlefield because they are playing by rules of engagement that were meant to make VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1116009313902768972005-05-13T23:25:00.000+05:002005-05-13T23:35:14.066+05:00Its been a long time since iv written something on this page... i tell myself its because i dont have the time, i tell myself that im busy doing other things like LIVING life instead of taking time out to attempt to WRITE about life.I tell myself, bullshit.I think its more the fact, that iv lost myself to apathy, that iv gone into that stage again where i just dont care and now at this juncture VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1116008680612633482005-05-13T23:23:00.000+05:002005-05-13T23:24:40.616+05:00"The man I am writing about is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water. But it may be that the way of life that he has chosen for himself and the peculiar strength and sweetness of his character may have an ever-growing VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1114774113479205462005-04-29T16:25:00.000+05:002005-04-29T16:28:33.480+05:00hahaha i have just read the funniest post ever... read about it on Asad ur Rehmans blog HEREand as he so aptly put it... just before going into the caves at khanpur, "Standing at the entrance of the cave and looking down, it seemed like a bad idea" hahahahaha i SO know that feeling...man.. this is such a BAD idea.(which is why its so much fun to DO it :P)haha said it better then anyone asad :PVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1114551234211930522005-04-27T02:33:00.000+05:002005-04-27T02:33:54.210+05:00Announcing the opening of my new photoblog... visit it here.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1114551549676612112005-04-27T02:29:00.000+05:002005-04-27T02:39:09.676+05:00oh my God.it was aptly said..."it is one thing to listen to a musician and wonder how they did it, its a complete different sensation when you watch someone play with your mouth open in disbelief"...i have just listen/watched Trace Bundy - one of the most amazing acoustic guitarists iv ever seen. EveR. People like this make me wanna cry and i wonder why i ever picked up the guitar because thereVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1114542311396784422005-04-27T00:05:00.000+05:002005-04-27T00:05:11.396+05:00...fade away....flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } IMG_4136, originally uploaded by salmansqadeer. One of my favorite pictures... not one of my best... just one of my favorites...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1114542251210629632005-04-27T00:04:00.000+05:002005-04-27T00:04:11.210+05:00LUMS.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } IMG_4057, originally uploaded by salmansqadeer. hmm i really like the way this pi c turned out only problem i have is that it should have been STRAIGHT and CENTERED... i could crop it and fix it but im too lazy and would VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1114541756860030322005-04-26T23:55:00.000+05:002005-04-26T23:55:56.860+05:00LUMSIMG_4057 Originally uploaded by salmansqadeer.hmm i really like the way this pi c turned out only problem i have is that it should have been STRAIGHT... i could crop it and fix it but im too lazy and would prefer to go back and take it properly.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113871230225094172005-04-19T05:34:00.000+05:002005-04-19T05:40:30.226+05:00its 5:35 am,another night,where i will fall asleep,after the sun,has allready decided to rise.Spent most of the night drawing.Drew more crap then good -but,it felt good anyways.Now my heads aching,iv been listening to matchbox 20all night long,they are probablyone of the least appreciated absolutely amazing bands i have heard in a long time,and their lyrics,say more,then you first think,so much VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113825661008644112005-04-18T16:56:00.000+05:002005-04-18T17:01:01.010+05:00YES - FINALLYY!!!if you can see the new added picture of me on the right side bar then please drop a msg and tell me if you can (or cant) iv been trying to fix the bloody problem of the bloody picture not showing show months now ( in the beginning i didnt even realise it wasnt working cause it was displaying fine on my pc) but turns out that photobucket was acting up on me and was maintained VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113770947277792402005-04-18T01:45:00.000+05:002005-04-18T01:49:07.283+05:00This song reads, like the story of my life,its so sad,and yet,its kinda nice...The Difference -- Matchbox 20Slow dancing on the boulevard In the quiet moments while the city’s still dark Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces You could hear her name when she was warm and tender And you held her arms around you There was nothing but her love and affection She was crazy for you VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113644289728662052005-04-16T14:34:00.000+05:002005-04-16T14:38:09.730+05:00PITCHKURSSSSSSSS!!!haha everyone check out the Flickr Daily Zeitgeist in the right hand toolbar... click on any of the pictures to check them out. If anyone sees a picture of them that they dont really want open for the general public just drop me a line and the picture will be removed (but please please please pretty please dont do that cause i LIKE those pictures :(hahaha enjoy ;)VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113421950939275152005-04-14T00:32:00.000+05:002005-04-14T00:52:30.943+05:00return 0 my foot!!... more like return 1...hahahawadda ya mean your gonna keep up the guise of being anonymous because its more entertaining??ARGHHHHHH...hmm okay 99% of the people i know were just crossed off of my list cause NONE of them know even enough rudimentary CS knowledge to have written (or to have understood) that comment.hmm there are only very certain situations where i enjoy being VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113330024274773842005-04-12T23:15:00.000+05:002005-04-12T23:20:24.276+05:00Im in a bad mood.The worst part of this particular bad mood,is that im in this... 50 50 state of mind,where im not even sure if im justified to be feeling this way.Hell - there are bad moods that you know are justified,and there are bad moods that you know are not but you feel them anyways.These 50 50 bad moods - their just pissing off. You dont know whether whats in your head is justified or notVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113241207820833242005-04-11T22:27:00.000+05:002005-04-11T22:40:07.823+05:00Quotes of the day: (Believe it or not, i found these in my OOD book, every chapter has one... nice to know CS people have a sense of humor too :P)A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into theorems.-- Paul ErdosTo iterate is human, to recurse, devine.- anonymousBeware of bugs in the aboce code;I have only proved it correct, not tried it.- Donald KnuthFew things are harder to put up withVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113161981787323272005-04-11T00:36:00.000+05:002005-04-11T00:39:41.786+05:00hmm...i just found out from Enterprise...that people...actually...VISITthis website...(thats kinda scary)cause no one ever leaves any comments or anything...i automatically assume no ones readingwhich isnt a problem for mebecause i dont write to be read.and now all of a suddenit feels like someones been staring at youfor a really really long time...and you just realised...that they were looking...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1113161071934381052005-04-11T00:17:00.000+05:002005-04-11T00:24:31.936+05:00i know i havent written anything for a while now,tomorrow is my OOD midterm (Objcet oriented design... its more fun to say OOD... OOOOOOOOOOOODddddddddddddddddddddddddd :P).CG assignement also due tomorrow.. iv actually ALLREADY FINISHED it which anyone who knows me is like a total WOW thing cause i HATE computer science but i actually enjoy this course. So im not complaining.Theres a lot to VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1112404334134260572005-04-02T06:09:00.000+05:002005-04-02T06:12:14.133+05:00I have spent the entire night... scrathing lines into my knuckles with a pair of wire cutters.Its refreshing. Clear and unconfused.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1112378327405486352005-04-01T22:57:00.000+05:002005-04-01T22:58:47.406+05:00My head is killing me, the world is spinning around and im here sitting in the bloody computer lab of all places. Everything i say is taken in the wrong context, and every feeling that comes from deap inside of me is thrown back into my face in anger. I have said a lot of things, things that many time where meant to inspire anger, things that were inspired from this deap hate and redness i haveVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1112202443981391202005-03-30T22:05:00.000+05:002005-03-30T22:07:23.983+05:00The fairies are blazing around the lake, waiting for him. He sees their watery blue eyes, ruby mouths, lanky hair. Their silver enchanted beauty is perfect and repulsive. He fights the current that draws him towards them even as he realizes he cannot break this hypnotism this spell. They laugh in anticipation of him, splashing water, coming forward to drag him inside the lake. As soon as he is VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1112202852114084722005-03-30T22:03:00.000+05:002005-03-30T22:14:12.116+05:00I hate this... the feeling of being weak. Of needing someone else. Someone reading this... might think this is about her. Get off your high horse, your nothing to me now. This writing concerns someone of a much higher importance then you - someone who will never read this.I hate feeling like i need someone. Need someone to be around, to talk to, to never leave.I hate lieing in bed, VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1111711347345446312005-03-25T05:39:00.000+05:002005-03-25T05:42:27.353+05:00Chevelle - Closure Breathe, Trust, Bless me, And her loose, Climb hard, Never be seen, Closed off, Rescue to free, And just bless me. Too side of time, Your rebirth can't hurt, Branch out behind, The pain. Closure has come to me, Myself, You will never belong, To me. Closure has come to me, Myself,VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1111268766243617482005-03-20T02:43:00.000+05:002005-03-20T02:46:06.243+05:00I read today, someones nick, it struck me as so true, so i decided to pen it down:"Damaged people are dangerous, they know they can survive..."VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110846414297371412005-03-15T05:24:00.000+05:002005-03-15T05:26:54.300+05:00Run and tell all of the angelsThis could take all nightThink I need a devil to help me get things rightHook me up a new revolutionCause this one is a lieWe sat around laughing and watched the last one dieI'm looking to the sky to save meLooking for a sign of lifeLooking for something to help me burn out brightI'm looking for a complicationLooking cause I'm tired of lyingMake my way back home whenVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110844677258945152005-03-15T04:54:00.000+05:002005-03-15T04:57:57.263+05:00 A Dream Within A Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110844326641826072005-03-15T04:50:00.000+05:002005-03-15T04:52:06.643+05:00"analysis paralysis. too much thought leads to inaction. unfortunately for the intelligent, there are very few ways to silence the voices screaming in our heads all the time". --Taken without permission from WHYVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110843706663981862005-03-15T04:41:00.000+05:002005-03-15T04:41:46.666+05:00 Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110842115653862682005-03-15T04:12:00.000+05:002005-03-15T04:15:15.656+05:00 I can write the saddest lines tonight.Write for example: ‘The night is fracturedand they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’The night wind turns in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest lines tonight.I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.On nights like these I held her in my arms.I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could I not VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110706433783919022005-03-13T14:32:00.000+05:002005-03-13T14:33:53.783+05:00...the surprisingly tender side of erotic craving...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110666370839807872005-03-13T03:24:00.000+05:002005-03-13T03:26:10.840+05:00If we had believed in sin, our behaviour would hardly have differed.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110666135836416282005-03-13T03:20:00.000+05:002005-03-13T03:22:15.836+05:00interestingly enoughthe list of people who cound never explain themselves to meis the same list of peoplewho are the most important in my life...no...scratch that.they ARE my life.And i never knew why...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110529365273622602005-03-11T13:21:00.000+05:002005-03-11T13:22:45.273+05:00Watch me as i fall off the face of this earth.As i grow smaller and smaller in your eyes,until im just a speck - if i could shine you would compare me to a star.But alas, now theres just nothingness where i was.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110230949617783262005-03-08T02:28:00.000+05:002005-03-08T02:29:09.620+05:00New Picture Everyone!COMMENT HEREVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110226771073311542005-03-08T01:18:00.000+05:002005-03-08T01:19:31.076+05:00I am the Commutative Baboon! (Dont ask :P)VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1110226664534794842005-03-08T01:15:00.000+05:002005-03-08T01:17:44.536+05:00Note to Self: No matter how much i hate waking up early, mornings are beautiful...VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109533072819272962005-02-28T00:10:00.000+05:002005-02-28T00:37:52.820+05:00With regards to the REALLY REALLY TINY porn star name, my porn star name is NOT REALLY REALLY TINY OR UNLEGIBLE,me and ragani were acting smart and messing with the HTML and the cyber gods told us to fudge off - well get them back and fix it soon :PVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109533620989487342005-02-28T00:08:00.000+05:002005-02-28T04:14:52.583+05:00Downfall by TRUSTcompany Fear in me so deep it gets the best of me,In the fear I fall, here it comes face to face with me,Here I stand hold back so no one can see,I feel these wounds, step down, step down,step down.(am I) Breaking DownCan I break awayPush me away, make me fall,Just to see, another side of me,Push me away, you can see,what I see, the other side of VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109542953615790522005-02-28T00:05:00.000+05:002005-02-28T03:46:09.683+05:00I have come to the realization that writing songs is a process that involves wearing your soul on the outside. Whereas poetry (or in my case, more often then not prose), or artwork is kept private and released only to those people who you feel have the right over you - and anyone who you wish to shut out can be shutout at any moment, songs arent like that.When you write a song - the purpose of VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109492646297000892005-02-27T13:23:00.000+05:002005-02-27T13:32:21.406+05:00Your Porn Star Name is: Big Al RodGet your own Porn Star NameVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109326000307523692005-02-25T15:02:00.000+05:002005-02-25T15:06:40.306+05:00Saad, is a smart guy.Hes straightforward, honest, and surprisingly enough thinks in a manner i can easily relate to.He gives advice, without being pushy - and at the end of the day, hes gonna push you to find the right way yourself.I dont know if i have yet, but Saad - thank you.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109275419110143902005-02-25T01:02:00.000+05:002005-02-25T01:03:39.113+05:00"There's something about a four-minute song that creates this complete world you can step into." -- Stephan Jenkins, 3rd Eye BlindVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109239391377158362005-02-24T14:45:00.000+05:002005-02-24T15:03:11.390+05:00Once a year we celebrate With stupid hats and plastic plates The fact that you were able to make Another trip around the sun And the whole clan gathers round And gifts and laughter do abound And we let out a joyful sound And sing that stupid song Happy birthday! Now you're one year older! Happy birthday! Your life still isn't over! Happy birthday! You did not accomplish much But you didn't die VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109193636947205212005-02-24T01:40:00.000+05:002005-02-24T14:29:59.786+05:00Take the quiz: "What dragon species are you? (Stunning pics)"Fire DragonRage, passion, you burn with the essence of a powerful flame. You are powerful and majestic and dont let anyone stand in your way without a fight.VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1109191661867504032005-02-24T01:21:00.000+05:002005-02-24T01:47:41.883+05:00I had something to say, it got lost somewhere along the way. I still know what it was, i still hold the words in my mind - i no longer have the motivation to write it though. Another song, for another long day that has potential to become a longer night:I'm finding my way back to sanity, again Though I don't really know what I am gonna do when I get there Take a breath and hold on tightVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1108934429370850122005-02-21T02:19:00.000+05:002005-02-24T01:58:00.356+05:00To my mother, to my father,It's your son or it's your daughter,Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me?Should I turn this up for you?I sit here locked inside my headRemembering everything you saidThe silence gets us nowhwere!Gets us nowhere way too fast!The silence is what kills meI need someone here to help meBut you don't know how to listenAnd let me make my decisions'Cause I sit here VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1108927515348513312005-02-21T00:18:00.000+05:002005-02-21T00:25:15.350+05:00Yaar this isnt fair.God - your not allowed to go back from Spring to winter.Didnt anyone ever teach you that?Winter rains are back, winter chill and aches are back. I thought spring was allready here - the silent rains had COME dammit. God, your a cruel cruel super being - playing tricks like that. hrmph.Everybody.... SMILE*click*(camera takes picture):DVassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428346.post-1108927028778337372005-02-20T23:26:00.000+05:002005-02-21T00:17:08.860+05:00This is the third time im fucking writing this. If i loose it again then ill sign it off as fate.I wrote this not last night but the night before, i had just put my head to rest and gotten all comfortable in my furry brown blanket when suddenly this stream of words starting pouring into my mind and i had the type of urge that is less urge and more necessity to write it down. Yet even with my VassagOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422848927684602823noreply@blogger.com0