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Sunday, 8 May 2016

Pompeii

The riveting ending credits track, by Clinton Shorter. And this sad... If love has to end like this then... Well, I choose to be free of all the pain and everything.. And anyway, this is going to sound silly but its not. See, I have to get so many studies done and work like a lot, and after that what years are left, I mean who can speculate huh. You get to know someone in like at least five to ten years, okay they pass. Then how many years, you can't just obviously outdo 80s or 90s yeah? I mean the worlds end and all. So. Well. Yeah, that. xD 
And trust me, I am very much a Muslim. We have to let go of the the taboos and mores. The old traditions need to end. And end they must now. Not that watch this stuff, but you cannot just defy that its natural. It is. And its a reality. And those who want to and do flaunt it, let them be. And well, in my opinion the most intimate and graceful of things among people must be left alone and its for them only to live through them, think about them, judge, comment or w.e and remember them. There's so much of your own business to mind. You just don't get a hypocrite or sinner by adoring or embracing and speaking something that's the essence of mankind. Love cannot be just buried or shooed away. After all, it is the love of God for Prophet Pbuh that is inspiration for all of us, to spread the energy of love in a beautiful and serene way. I shall die with my own thoughts and not influenced or tweak them to justify or serve some subservient notions that have no logic and evidence of having any credibility. You just cannot know the thing between a person and their creator. It is that individuals own divine, mystic and hidden relation with Him. 


PS. Movies are indeed are a good therapy. Now I have to make a color grid. Acrylics ftw.