and most recent addition of s_h_u_v_o...

a|ongshore

2010-03-29T20:10:00.001+06:00

wrong-color-phase

2010-01-07T00:08:00.002+06:00

it changes with the season... more like seasonal variation. nonetheless, it unearths wrong-color-phase.

gnitrawht

2010-01-01T18:25:00.005+06:00

like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. like grim dark nite. and thwarting...

musings

2009-09-07T21:47:00.001+07:00

dissatisfaction

2009-09-07T21:44:00.003+07:00

2008

2009-02-12T23:06:00.000+06:00

16-DECEMBER

2008-12-25T12:38:00.001+06:00

color-blind

2008-09-06T11:40:00.001+06:00

live like fish

2008-09-06T11:27:00.001+06:00

404

2008-09-06T11:18:00.002+06:00

noun

2008-06-17T20:25:00.005+06:00

psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology psychoneuroimmunology

Fall-l!ne

2008-06-08T19:26:00.001+06:00

fall with the best will in the world. fall like bird. fall like waterfall. fall flat. fall foul. fall short. fall in me. fall on my domain.

eXudate

2008-04-26T11:04:00.002+06:00

i am unable to exudate… and so my cell is decomposing in chain before being burnt by the sun. a feardie (preordained).

self-absorption

2008-04-18T16:58:00.002+06:00

self-absorption. that is all about i have cracked to transform. however, if you are here to decode the whole… i hope you to lose it all.

cape-jasmine

2008-04-16T21:10:00.003+06:00

say no to that cape-jasmine… please!
if not, then will you steal?
or blackout comes / you may pretend
or they can play hide & seek
or be asleep… (er).

war crim•i•nal

2008-04-15T16:43:00.004+06:00

war crim•i•nal, i.e. crime during a war: a crime committed during wartime that is in violation of international agreements concerning the conventions of war… (microsoft® encarta® reference library). AND I HATE ALL THE WAR CRIMINALS OF BANGLADESH.

i'm the son of the moon, emperor of the war, i'm the one who unleash the hate i'm the denial of all benevolence i prepare my holocaust i shall kill without pity… (enthroned).

night

2008-02-13T22:55:00.001+06:00

night is nothingness,

in nothingness and being vicious

and keep fighting with the instinct.

in darkness...

night is darkness as well.

so dark to die or lie.

all.the.rage

2007-12-05T20:11:00.001+06:00

it's nite...

no moon-light inside or outside.

it's nite...

there dark sings & ghosts cry or shy,

bitch or witch or whore smiles,

i die... everytime i die.

a b o u t pagan

2007-11-21T19:50:00.001+06:00

antonym: work

2007-08-31T23:59:00.000+06:00

& this an Inspired Portrait… adapting: the process or state of changing to fit new circumstances or conditions, or the resulting change… diminishing sensory response.

(|)

2007-08-05T00:14:00.000+06:00

the other day i was reading someone like me wrote over a journal about friends… i.e. i had never in my life understood quite so clearly what it is to have friends… (what?)… friends are DEVILS… (what?)… and could you repeat that... anyway, you are my friend… just a friend… a very good friend… a very evil friend… i say: happy friendship day.

ABASE

2007-07-07T00:40:00.001+06:00

b-e c-l-i-m-b-i-n-g t-h-e w-a-l-l

2007-06-11T01:42:00.000+06:00

Be Climbing The Wall...

be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... be climbing the wall... ???

EARTH

2007-04-23T22:20:00.000+06:00

R A I N - O A T H

EVERY SO OFTEN... IN EARTH,
IN FAITH,
IN LIGHT,
AND MY PROLONGING FIGHT...
TO AWAKE WIDE.
PONDERING THE SAME WHILE MY
TREE IS IN TEARS,
BAT IS IN FEARS,
PIG SATURNALIAS,
SUN SLAYS... THE RAIN OATH.

[wúrship]

2007-04-14T00:34:00.000+06:00

tranquilizing drug: a tranquilizing drug used to reduce anxiety and tension, and as a muscle relaxant and sedative. Formula: C16H13ClN2O. ok, trial and error… with Marijuana and Eternity.

off-color

2007-04-11T00:18:00.000+06:00

(picture-removed) it is nice to hangout all together... nicer while not just limiting in a so called chemical add-ins... so, i guess we are not coloring off... the enjoyment will remain same as usual as always.

lovey-dovey

2007-03-31T23:00:00.000+06:00

Past: live in sin... Present: She left me for someone else... And she is for someone else... Who is he? Future: put to death...

Green

2007-03-20T22:10:00.000+06:00

YES, despite the naming fuckin memory... it is cool and so called a classical frame of limiting a portrait that always tended to be expanding with constant meaning since i did not desire to convey the whole which will be unnecessarily be barking up the wrong tree and maybe a dilemma to be diverted into other directions. obviously, it is transforming my bipolarity toward nothing while immortality is the only preference no matter how the dream disagrees with reality at the end of a sunless day. simple connotation as it is seemed from viewing that a desperate boy with shame and regret is trying to kill an innocent juvenile white goat before of a blowing river to the cadaverous windy shore.

DE^D

2007-03-19T18:29:00.000+06:00

WHEN ALL IS LOST… when there is nothing to learn… when there is nothing to voice... when there is nothing to write... is it at the dead end? no, i am very unhappy. n o t h a p p y.

iRE

2007-03-15T21:41:00.000+06:00

(picture-removed) cause of anger is unknown. unknown is your answer. answer is to be that point. point is lost. lost in hate. hate is my crime. crime is the reward. reward is nothing. sickening to…

bemuse:

2007-03-10T22:32:00.000+06:00

psychotherapeutic-scribblesthis likeness is all about the dependencies while you being a syndrome certainly to the lateness… and obviously, in my world… and since you said that i should take some species PSYCHOTHERAPY without more ado before the disorders kill my good undyingly… and the setbacks will strengthen the invincible maggots to consume the brain later and yes, it will be extremely painful as those maggots will puke inside my very rotten head… and that time i will be soliciting for help to burn my head to you moron… my taboo friend and i know you be keen on to burn my head… watch me without head.

blackout >>> and drunk

2007-03-05T00:10:00.000+06:00

FAMILY

2007-03-03T22:27:00.000+06:00

FAMILY i.e. people living together: a group of people living together and functioning as a single household, usually consisting of parents and their children... ok, this is my family.

Trespass

2007-01-20T23:38:00.000+06:00

All Right Wisdom...

2006-12-22T00:03:00.001+06:00

nowadays she often limits off my all right wisdom. i know that is utterly meaningless… meaningless with her deplorable attachment. she is a simple mistake and no matter how far she goes will remain alike… a simple mistake. she thinks my choice is a worthless consideration. now, how pity i am to believe regret is such a useless emotion. so… no more chances - fuck head.

i am sure that you will never read this… sorry for being crude.

shuvo wants place

2006-11-21T22:09:00.001+06:00

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F... u?

2006-11-19T01:50:00.000+06:00

what if i can't do that?

let’s go...

2006-10-30T21:11:00.001+06:00

shuvo, shuvo and rhythm and their run into an unknown slut roaming outside sans destination…

shuvo: hei, over there… let’s go!

shuvo: yes, i bet… 35-25-35.

rhythm: bingo… round… tight enough.

shuvo: c’mon… credit goes to us… we the lucky voyeur.

after 10 minutes

shuvo: so hot… look at the eyes!

rhythm: what? watch the hip… hips don’t lie. satisfied.

shuvo: fuck… what? if you get it for one night.

shuvo: you can’t do anything.

after 10 minutes

shuvo: a-ok… she’s wetting i bet… hihihi… from inside.

rhythm: are you up… let’s take a close look.

rhythm: no man… so unnatural… like a slut!

shuvo: so what… ske looked at me. sex on.

tediouStoic

2006-08-31T23:18:00.000+06:00

i am writing since you are confused about bangle music. today… maybe fusion is the hottest topic in the musical terrorism realm. no doubt, i mean it is spreading waning everything on the way. to me… the most interesting genre is the incorporation of bleed metal to hardcore rap… people named it as rap metal. and, at this point pod i.e. payable on death is the best example i guess… so far. but, this is not a big concern to panache s…. b…. an upcoming super bangladeshi band. they introduced another genre newly… better not naming it right now here. i think they are in toto influenced by progressive rap, tedious hip hop, h&b, little lo-fi... finally psychedelic metal … you could add so many after listening the album a to z. however, my headache tailing s…. b…. is being unsuitable during coping a famous track belonging marilyn manson. couple hours ago one of my pals said me that it could be even better if the band would chosen great hindi over poor bangle… giggled to add that you know what?... shuvo, nowadays most people understand it pretty well. save again… the album tends to end with debris conservation among the crews which is again a known style of slipknot… machine head as well limp bizkit. another thingy thing is they are enforcing the listener to be committed to memorize their name repeating impatiently over and over again making it so cliché. now… i would like to visualize the members are reading my post murmuring if we cut out the bad then we would have nothing left… dear shuvo. whatsoever, i must say this is definitely a good effort especially when the band’s name comes along with a mismatch track number ___…, i forgot something almost like a country song. i could be adding more if i get single chance to listen it twice. bye… it is loud and clear that capitalism is stealing our virginity… sorry for uncalled nosing in deed.

late night in-bed thought...

2006-08-18T15:38:00.000+06:00

it’s nothing unpredictable. i mean there’s nothing today to blow me. not many years before while i passed a sleepless night and the very next day getting busy with cause & effect analysis. today, so many days go sleepless although i‘m quite sure of not having insomniac yet. maybe life’s getting so much complicated to cope indeed. other way having too much expectation from every moments of life. but, still it’s not satisfactorily convinced. well, then what? is there any wrong with my meal… yes, my smoking is increasing but the journey of being a judgmental vegetarian’s on succession. Then again what about sex psychedelic crash… yes, it’s a big question always since i believe in monogamy.

anyway… and whatsoever, this time i shouldn’t follow any easy escaping as you know i start from one dimension and like to finish with other one very unusually. i don’t like you to fall in sick. oh… and you need not to fight in a no-win situation. we’re no gradual to us. we make mistakes everyday. we hurt others sometime intentionally sometime unknowingly. so, you must not to pretend and there’s no want of an absolute mask of sanity. if you make mistakes… headed for sin then i sense you at least confess yourself. other way vindicating confidently will be enough to bring gap and break the desired relationship.

i hate hypocrite.

sh[a]re.

2006-04-16T14:36:00.000+06:00

what to share... when everything is considered as worthless... if i say about my honesty then i must ignore that wasted truth... in fact i do not want to be consumed with my thought... it is hard to avoid while i know it is unavoidable...

hem and haw

2006-04-08T23:54:00.000+06:00

A boy, completely lost in thought,
And by no means being a deviant,
He is fearing of to be gone astray.
But, supremacy comes, comes from the aroma he feels,
While he is at a halt - pondering alone,
He is leaving the real grow in…

Is it wrong time again?
The sun goes away… leaving the wrinkle in the scarlet.
He is preluding the malice contained by her,
Prolonging self defense, turmoil as just a prem.

Now, He is tire enough to reminisce, seaming all regrets,
He is about to confess the sins once he made,
Believing one day will walk... as sinless.
He wants to forget that abandoned hope,
He wants to hate feeling lost,

Mumbling… he is mumbling… I didn’t love… I didn’t love.

bon mot

2006-03-10T00:45:00.000+06:00

s h e w a s t h e r e . . .

SINning

2005-12-31T19:23:00.001+06:00

[life] - MY SOUL... yes, it will go more straight then i ever think of. maybe i will get exactly what i am requiring for... so much animation but, at the end i wish to find the key to open the LOCK. whatever, what-so-ever... if anyone judge then it is obvious the very same another point at issue(?). hoot... pal, you do not need to admit.
forget-me-not... the cow (freetime) said so!
am i million different rolled into one {the other girl wrote, re-told}. maybe. god knows! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ today, i think nothing is better than regret, regret to re-kill. i know i had made so many mistakes (sinning... still). then, should i not trust in future (where... oneday i will walk... as SINLESS)
nothing is right... i am no part of right... infact, right is a wrong word.

lonely he*art

2005-11-23T22:30:00.000+06:00

and… i think i should thank you since it’s about quarter i’ve been reading your journal. every single post of yours introduced me with different dimensions of growing-up in fact i learnt that life’s never an art. no doubt that you’re searching an improving combination maybe you’ll be met soon. but, then… will you be happy? i mean i think you’ll no longer continue the same as the other day you simply craving for pure love. maybe not... i always think what i’ll do when i’ll get a hold for my last wish. maybe after a while i’ll suicide… gasp. about-faced… i don’t know.

Fail again… so, I’m sad.

2005-11-18T16:00:00.000+06:00

chance. there were so many options… doors. among those only a single trap had been settled, and i chose that. it was self-destruction.
broke… 3 hours. slept... indefinite epic music. came… suicide.
but, i remembered… i had not seen my face for a long time. i thought~ it was ugly.
i thought… what happened… happened for a good reason?
thwart.
i should die. wane me

f r e [A] k

2005-10-31T00:30:00.000+06:00

self-portrait... for the month of november. invasionary technology...

a world WHERE... I Will NEVER Be the Same

2005-10-19T12:00:00.000+06:00

SHUVO

i have deleted my original post for some personal reasons… my poor mind rechecks - it’s so deplorable.

why does this concern me?

2005-10-14T23:15:00.000+06:00

i just don't feel good about myself. the addiction is over. and i don’t know how. but… it’s over. though it’s nothing new to me because every time i got compulsion the same thing occurred. I remain a failure who never valued the past guts. she said i shouldn’t be pretending anymore. she also said that infatuation is good but always a byproduct of pickiness. i replayed i‘ll learn to live after the death of hate inside. now… what do i tell my own self? shit… she quit.

c.16.h.13.cin.2.o

2005-10-04T00:00:00.000+06:00

and… i can walk, i can dart also. so… what will you say? what will you ask even? but… i am no longer in the race, i am no longer in the evil. it is addiction. it is c16h13cin2o.

sometime

2005-08-30T00:00:00.000+06:00

yesterday was at the best of times i will remember for many long coming years, undoubtedly. i mean… it was something a great day. i was able to embrace my two best friends forever, the wonderful, shvuo, and rhythm, my precious. we indulged together almost four hours of factual enjoyment. else we were walking about one hour in the same row with the unchanged way just we used to do before. although shuvo was drunk but rhythm was in very well mode nowadays he lacks. besides i find extreme bliss when we took our supper. i forgot to ask shuvo to take a snap, i mean… for a true reminisce. ironic. but, still i felt good since these two pals always saved me, sometime directly sometime indirectly from the downfall they never know essentially. i love you guys. i owe you for the rest of my life.

The Butterfly Effect

2005-08-10T22:30:00.000+06:00

it was done… retarded actually. man- he had spoken just like *so i could wake up… a farm in bangladesh* hoot… i better lost. i mean everybody was wining. i lost. but i did not know exactly why(?). i lost in fact i proposed a rule… if i required the wing then i must required the entire dark. distortion… i know. that was… i wished to be a different person before and after… since i hate to follow any sort of fixed rules. and i am still loosing. that is fate you know… you can never be blessed unless until you be loved by someone you hate/hated...

a_F_t_E_r

2005-08-01T00:30:00.000+06:00

yesterday… i was alone. today… i am empty. tomorrow… i will be lost. in actual fact, i do not know how i am going to stay alive. it is all coming down. i am in deep inside chemical dependency. no hope exists. all the doors are closing one by one. i am helpless. no control. no-good. sleep... sleep.. sleep. am i always waiting for a sad dream?

|-|e!p |V|e

2005-07-20T22:30:00.000+06:00

i-felt-like-a-NOBODY-among-so-many-important-assholes.

torture of being evil

2005-07-15T00:00:00.000+06:00

i don’t find any definite answer for your question. maybe it’s impossible to know without you. else i‘m not that much sober this time. i can’t otherwise why i‘m still in the same trend. that’s fate you know she-devil. i mean the so called hole in the dark. and it’s continuous like your dream. it never ends. it’ll finish only if i die the very next morning. but then who’ll take you there. sorry. am i blurring in too rush. you say me. i don’t want to ask myself. i‘m afraid since i don’t understand. i‘m sick of everyday series. you can penetrate in your own way. i don’t know whether you’re here or not. even though it doesn’t matter because i can worship you again but i‘ll no longer get what i deserve for. it’s true. it must be true.

GIRL

2005-07-09T20:30:00.000+06:00

yesterday.. maybe she was whooping for a kiss_ else she was dearth of.. even much longer disengage i thought_ and that was so much palpable while i saw the wrinkle.. scarlet so to those twisted lips_ however.. i believed me after she was wallowing out of nothing mimicking my emotions as she always tries to engross from inside_ apparently.. she could be a witch and i could be a wizard and we both could conjure with our neutral demand_ a demand to blur few hours we spent together.. literally thwarted from any sin that was supposed to be happened_ she was a god that day.. she knew that it was an exigency and i was still trying to find an improving combination of life_ no-go.. please.

insatiable...INSTINCT.

2005-07-04T00:30:00.000+06:00

alone… i was alone in my room. one hour passed… two hours passed… saved for, nobody came. even there was not a single ring tone. nobody remembered... there was nobody. i was all alone with me… so i was defining the silence. i turned on the sound system to break the cycle... still that was unable to help.

there was raining... and something like intermittent… alas it was fighting with my breath. i was suffocated… which in fact let me unlatched the window. i always love the aroma after it rained… but today there was no smell… maybe for my sick nose.i was sleeping…

it's my asthma… now i couldn't remember what i had done... what with or at what time… since it was about seven hours i slept…

homeward angel.

un,title,d

2005-06-27T20:30:00.001+06:00

i came home ~ again/…after ending my whim of outing sans no sanity. and i started my pc to login to my blog to write something which i didn't want to be a part of reminisces/...since time is playing always against my wind to thwart me. so, am i cursed? ...don’t know. today… incidentally, i saw tony a girl with whom i was engaged once…’7’years ago. …nothing serious/…while i still think it was an infatuation. but, i don't know why i made me hide there to her……maybe i’ll not be the same in front of shakhi. .what.so.ever. i heard she (tony) get married recently/…plus she is about to give a birth (hi… rhythm, sakib, tanim... it's a good news buddy!). what elSe i should write here to infer...hoot…i didn't learn anything from that relationship…even i don't know whether we are in end of relationship or NOT??? ha-ha…

N.O.L.O.V.E

2005-06-25T00:30:00.000+06:00

yes, 'baby', i was lost too. and it was invincible or whatever she said that inevitable. but, i didn't know why? may be i was so grim-fated... she said it, FAIR... fair enough.
With the reference to Elphaba... //Who should be sorry there? i'm sorry (since for unauthorized access!). ok... were you tending to criticize Glinda? Or what if Glinda having delusions of grandeur...? listen, i was a soldier not part of any war... though i loved Asgard.
anyway, someone somewhere is changing radically… What can you do? nothing. it’s limbo. once again... so say it 19 times: Maybe life is nothing And perhaps death is everything (it could be)

bappy... you_are_left_in_oblivion.

2005-06-19T01:30:00.000+06:00

it's been a year... 2 years... or 3 years... ///-19june- it's not like other days (as it shouldn't be). i dearth words to express internalization. beside that, my mind starts to deal with acrid thoughts. i don't want to break anything and i deserve all those memories last forever inside my brain>>>today is (was) the birthday of my pal. i needn't to mail or send a digitized wish even no hi to him. since he's not anymore to accepts all these once he enjoyed with. i know i can't be reciprocated... i miss>>>you are>>> gone.

error

2005-06-07T12:30:00.000+06:00

i don't know... why it is not working properly...

__________couldn‘t finish it. s’o’rry. ---*part_(1)

2005-06-05T00:00:00.000+06:00

winning is everything... is winning everything? may be... may be the thought is established just because of chronological successes. or some way crush for wanted coincidences. miss-match… how can i prove these words wanted coincidences? i never can. here in this matter i never wish to be so called dogmatic. lets think and be little judgmental. ok, winning isn’t everything.
these days… often my brain lets my mind enough time to think… to rethink. before start the real story i should be apologetic for my offensive words as usual. and i‘m not here to hurt your moral beliefs anyway.
on 10april at 10:00am… i was in dhaka medical for some family purpose. i saw there the man again. he was bargaining with another man (may be a 3rd class stuff… a plumber… as he was with some iron pipes). i wanted to eavesdrop their conversations and i found the man was demanding 200 bucks for his blood from the plumber (that’s nothing new… you people must read or listen somewhere sometime that poor people sell their blood for money, in bangladesh). but the plumber gave him a new note of 100 taka. he giggled and moved slowly saying that, ‘i’ll come again after 3 months’. he has changed his vehicle and the moving partner as well. previously he owned a 4 wheeled vehicle. i saw this man in farmgate over-bridge more than 4 years ago. actually he was living there inside. every time i passed him i was used to give him little changes. i can remember… once i talked to him with my friend shuvo and gave him 50 taka (i usually never bother with beggar… and however, even i don’t like to help anybody with the ability to stand by legs). handicap people suck my mercy… that cares… i rather like to revile the most powerful being, the god, and that’s over easy you know. he is a perfect idiot and i‘m perfect weird? ok, let’s back to the man. the man is sans any legs. he is also a blind. furthermore, he is having deep septic wound inside and pops over the whole body which covered him extremely dirty. i was gazing the man from back. at 10:30am i was driving alone toward my home. for a third time i saw the man taking sugarcane juice at footpath binge. i stopped my car and went there to drink (i loved that juice!!!). i asked him whether he could recognize me or not. he couldn’t. this time i treated him a glass of juice. meanwhile i tended a keen look over him and found he is not less than 65 years now. i couldn’t hold myself to ask him a question. i asked him what reason he is leaving for and is he comprising any respect for god (i‘m a dim–witted i know… my friend rhythm is also facing this sort of questions from me). he answered me that god is everything in his life but after his death he must ask god, ‘what was the reason for his suffering in the factual life’. i‘m almost disappointed. how gracious he is. though i was not expected any opposite answer. other than what is the significance for that suffering? what god is trying to learn us? silly… i know and may be almost childish. but what else… or may be there are some valid reasons which are necessary as a part of our growing up. my contradiction is getting loose day by day.
yadda yadda yadda… we (or won or are winning) win because we are not handicapped yet. even if

note: i’ll finish this article soon… it’ll be named as *part_(2)

version 3

2005-06-01T01:30:00.001+06:00

finally, i've prepared the new layout for my personal website... here it is:

would you like to browse... http://www.geocities.com/s_h_u_v_o/

index-my space.

2005-05-01T00:30:00.000+06:00

theme image

come true

2005-04-20T22:30:00.000+06:00

yes, he or she was alone there for that night sure. ok… before i start the story i should be apologetic for not conveying you the right gender. may be the time was near about 1:0 am. i was in internet chatting with some buddies. my sound system was quite busy with a slow epic music. suddenly i got stunned hearing a horrible roaring. although that was nothing new to me since often police used to come here at night to grab some bum people. but that time it was continuing and very much hearing so. then i unlatched my window to see what actually happened there. i saw something moving while blood was flooding the road. from the very first i thought that a dog. really it was quite difficult for me to identify from my 9th floor’s closet. and you better could visualize an after night road-light scenario. however, the situation came as no-end-of-something... . that horrible roaring was turned in extreme. i was waiting for some one there. But nobody came. time was absolutely 1:30 am and i decided to go down. i did so but the ground guard was bluffing me nothing was happened there. in fact they were not allowing me to go out. i forced to go and went finally. i saw a pounded dog (may be smashed by microbus). the dog was totally shapeless except the upper portion, the HEAD. save for, it was alive. i couldn’t be stable of thinking of what should i do rather than just be normal to spit simultaneously. after passing there 15 minutes, i was witnessed the dog dying slowly. i came up my room after watching a death(!). i was sweating enough to take a bath. later then i tried to sleep but couldn’t. someone, i mean something was insisted me to sit beside the window to see the dead body again… and again. that day i was not fortunate as other nights. i was awaked the whole night. i even couldn’t put the light off.

whatsoever, i learnt one thing… that… human is the best creature… so far. now please don’t ask how i learnt that. i know you are disappointed thoroughly while reading this with a feedback of 05 minutes eye torture. remorseful… really remorseful. forgive me… because i’m in thanatophobia?

grandeur of delusion

2005-04-15T15:30:00.000+06:00

this is my current (16.04.05) desktop. the background picture was taken from the movie namely ‘constantine’. and it was manipulated with acdsee and photoshop to finish. i put a name for my desktop is ‘grandeur of delusion’. ok… it is all about a gothic milieu. my cliques should appreciate it. why not… other way i will insist… just as usual? ___nevermind.

download (800-600 pixels) and take (142 KB) a close (grandeur_of_delusion.zip) look (grandeur of delusion.bmp)… follow the below link: http://www.geocities.com/s_h_u_v_o/grandeur_of_delusion.zip

mis_aiub

2005-04-06T17:30:00.000+06:00

yes, it is the mis_aiub yahoo group theme image. SO FAR
///since 05.04.05

club dhaka

2005-04-03T00:00:00.000+06:00

poor work:
///since 02.04.05

i love anathema

2005-03-29T10:30:00.000+06:00

…created a large flag for anathema. and it was posted in the anathema’s official yahoo group.
///since 28.03.05

...? nothing

2005-01-01T00:00:00.000+06:00

i wish to forget my past but not entirely.
///since 31.14.04