Then I wrote a follow-up, yesterday. Because of L., a guy whom I hold in the highest of regards but shocked me with his selfishness.

I'm not ashamed to admit that without A in my life, said life is gonna be a hell of lot less exciting. A lot less worth reporting about.

Have no idea what to fill "Fall On Me" with from now on.

I'll figure it out. 

...

There was a bit of an awkward moment earlier this afternoon, when she came by my house to pick up some of her personal stuff including clothes that were in my dirty laundry basket. Sifting through my dirty socks, boxer shorts, trying to find her knickers among others.

When I said there were a particular dark blue ones she was not gonna find because I didn't wanna give them back to her, well, of course she made me laugh again. Straight away told me I could keep them. Primark. Cheapest you can get. Straight away felt guilty. Wanted to give them back. Straight away told me not to be silly.

When I said I had deleted her mobile phone number, well, of course she made me laugh again. Reprogrammed it straight away.

Also told me that L. was giving her a hard time. 

The bastard.

A and I called the titled song our secret garden pleasure. We like this song but cried with laughter, admittedly drug-induced, at the same time. The lyrics are just too bad, too funny.

Lucky that my lips not only mumble

They spill kisses like a fountain

Lucky that my breasts are small and humble

So you don't confuse them with mountains

Lucky I have strong legs like my mother

To run for cover when I need it

And these two eyes that for no other

The day you leave will cry a river

Surely the worst lines ever written?

I am doing it again, aren't I? 

Hurting.

But no self-pity. Oh no. I am so happy for her, so grateful for what she has done to said Husten's life the past couple of years.

I am a very privileged, lucky little boy. 

...

Just re-read what I wrote. Writing completely out of the window. Obviously.

I'm gonna have to come up with something better.

In the future.

The bleak future.

The bleak, bleak, dark, oh so black, oh so lonesome fut .....

I'll figure it out.

.

It isn't surprising to me that we only communicate in pixels on a computer screen.

Some stars never get the chance to shine. Some dreams never get the chance to come true.

You whispered a small "you too" into my ear and kissed me politely. Such a gentleman. I replied with a kiss as well. It was then that my mind woke me up.

I dream about you all the time, so why don't I know your name?

Locked. Stammering, I looked towards your window on the second floor to see if you were waiting. Your room was lifeless -a coffin. Where were you?

I shifted my view to the puddles outlining the empty street. I know you're in there. I turned back to the door to try the handle again, except, you had already started opening it from the inside.

You were crying, but instead of falling into my arms, you walked straight through me. Straight down the steps and into the street. You caught your taxi in the rain and left to wherever the roads would take you.

And so, the people at MuchMusic moved the awards to June and the reason that they have to set this up is because that 2001 was a tragic year for all of us, even the music industry is depressed as well. So the management at MuchMusic has finally made the move: move the awards to June and it's pernament.

Anyways, on with the highlights now and back in the days, Avril Lavigne was gaining momentum when she performed her hit single "Complicated". Shakira also performed "Whenever, Wherever" (in which I cannot get the song out of my head.....:P) and Bow Wow (at that time, he was known as Lil Bow Wow) does some "Ghetto style" when he performed for the crowd.

There was some instances that got too little out of hand - Sum 41 was lighting up some firecrackers and it almost set the entire place on fire! It could have turned worse for some, but despite that the entertainment was getting pumped up. We must not forget Puddle of Mudd. They were great performers.

EDIT: I found a video that was dated in 2002. This was a video compilation of Interviews that was dated in 2002. You can view it here:

EDIT: I also found a video of Sum 41 performing "What we're all about". It can be viewed here:

To see the winners who managed to won the awards back then, click here. A year later, the city of Toronto was struggling with the decline in tourism and the fact that SARS crisis was subsiding. MuchMusic spent months on sprucing up the show to be action packed! More on that will commence tomorrow.

…And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

…And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

…And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

...And my ties are severed clean
The less I have, the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam

I hope wherever that originally came from, it was a reliable source!
Until next time...
Waddle on!
Bodge101

So I turned in my spurs, said goodbye to Sandy (did I even tell you about the horse that saved my life?) and Mike and then voila—off I go, turning the last 3 weeks into a mirage, the only traces remaining is the stench that I just can’t seem to shake.

Utah, Utah – there must be a song about Utah, though I can’t think of any.

I’m at a youth hostel now in Salt Lake City, explored a bit this evening, and now I desperately need a map so I can figure out where I’m going tomorrow morning. I’ve barely used my tent and since the weather out here is so perfect right now, I want to go somewhere where I can sleep under the stars. Ok, google maps…

Okay, there is A LOT to do here. I’m thinking I’ll start at Capitol Reef National Park, and then go over to Arches National Park, then down to Canyonlands National Park — that makes the most sense I think, but then Zion National Park is totally in the opposite direction, as is Bryce Canyon National Park, so maybe that doesn’t make sense. Bear with me…

Okay, this is better: Zion National Park (long bus ride from Salt Lake City, I think) to Bryce Canyon to Canyonlands and then to Arches and I’ll skip Capitol Reef.

Okay cool, I’m going to Zion tomorrow!

Wow, was just browsing and see that you can ride a bobsled at the Utah Olympic Park in Park City. And I’m kinda interested in visiting the Historic Temple Square here in Salt Lake. Maybe I should stay in SLC for a few days?

Why am I starting to stress out over this? What happened to relaxed Tim who didn’t give a damn about planning. I need to sign off and go to bed. In the morning, wherever and whenever I’m in the mood to go to, I’ll go.

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The companionship was certainly nice while I’ve got it. I’ve met a ton of people down here, but most of these “friendships” last for the duration of a hike and then dissolve as quickly as they picked up. Though now I have random people imprinted upon the peaks of the mountains I’ve scaled in the Southwest.

George ended up being a great tour guide through the Carlsbad Caverns National Park — there’s this incredible network of underground caves that date back about 500,000 years. George knew the ins and outs and brought me to some very cool rock formations within some hidden caves. Apparently he had been bringing his kids and grandkids for years but this year they were “busy” (I think it’s more complicated than that) so he was happy to have the company of a young person, I think.

When we got to Albuquerque, he let me shower at his house and then he dropped me off at Cottonwood Mall and now George is just another bleep on my radar. Never to be seen again, but probably never forgotten. If I were to be writing a play or a screenplay, George would be the apocalyptal Old Man…the seer who comes to this world to watch over the orphan child and lead him in the direction of the gods….

I had no idea how welcome the cool walkways of a huge indoor mall would be. I’m not generally Mr. Mall, but, what an alternate universe: People who are CLEAN and SOCIALIZING WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY… almost foreign concepts to me by now. I got a twang of…something. Would I say homesickness? Maybe. I went to the food court and got something delicious and greasy and then…Tim is really reverting back to his old ways… saw a movie. Saw 10,000 BC which was both fun and crap—one of my alltime favorite genres…

I found a hostel (which is where I am now, finally online connected with the world) and I think I’m going to lay low for a few days and explore this city. My body physically needs a break from climbing.

BTW, is my movie taste that bad?
Haha—I just saw that Rotten Tomatoes gave 10,000 BC a 9% rating. That’s probably the lowest rated movie I’ve ever seen…and yet, I enjoyed it. What does that say about me?

Next stop? Hmmm… You’ll just have to wait and find out!

You will go.

Du wirst gehen. Ich weiß es, wenn ich dich nur kurz ansehe. Ich sehe dir an, dass du gehen wirst. In die falsche Richtung. Denn gehst weg von mir. Weg und blickst nicht zurück. Keine Sekunde überlegt du, ob du umkehren solltest. Deine Füße tragen dich wie von alleine. Ich verliere dich aus dem Blick und du bist weg. Einfach so weg. Und niemand weiß, wann du wiederkommen wirst. Weißt nicht einmal selbst, was mit dir los ist. Du lässt los, und hörst mich fallen. Aber es ist dir scheinbar egal. Alles ist dir scheißegal. Du denkst doch nie an andere. Denkst nicht, wie es mir gehen könnte. Jetzt, wo du doch einfach gehst.

Hättest du mir wenigstens zum Abschluss ein leises Lächeln geschenkt. Doch wieso hättest du es tun sollen. Um den Schmerz in mir noch größer zu machen. Du warst human und hast ein Ende gesetzt, als ich es noch nicht für mich sichtbar ist. Jetzt spüre ich es, dass es wohl richtig war. Nur eben viel zu überfallsartig. Und wir hätten doch noch hier sitzen können und reden. Über uns und die Welt. Doch du bist einfach gegangen.

Back to you.

Da gehe ich nun. Ich weiß nicht, wohin ich jetzt verschwinden soll. Ich muss weg. Fort von diesem Ort, fort von dir. Ich möchte mich noch einmal umdrehen, möchte dir zulächeln, möchte für das Hundertstel einer Sekunde gemeinsam mit dir ein Ganzes sein, bevor ich wirklich weg bin. Aber ich weiß, dass mich dieser letzter Kontakt unserer Blicke mich umstimmen würde. Und alles würde von vorne beginnen. Alles würde so weiterlaufen, bis wieder dieser eine Punkt kommen würde. Es wäre ein Teufelskreis und ich weiche aus. Leb wohl, mein Lieber. Ich gehe. Ich bin schon weg.

Ich will nicht "Auf Wiedersehen" sagen. Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn wir uns nicht mehr wiedersehen. Vielleicht ist es besser, wenn du mir jetzt noch nachsiehst, mich mit deinen Blicken durchbohrst. Und vielleicht weinst du dann auch. So versteh' mich doch. Verstehe meine Gründe und akzeptiere meine Entscheidung. Vielleicht schaffst du ja schneller, es zu akzeptieren. Und ich. Ich gehe. Ich lasse dich sein. Leb wohl, mein Lieber. Leb wohl.

…new faces…new stories…not too many surprises…predictability at its best…something lost…something gained…I was waiting for it to rain…but the strange silence echoed and pained the ears…
things at stake went unnoticed…still the face shone with smiles…got a few answers…led to euphoric freedom from what I thought was reality and entered another world where all that is there ceased to exist…angry but still letting it be…

…I feel alive…

The ability to delude yourself may be an important survival tool. - Jane Wagner ;)

I had a great experience. Really. I saw many different beautiful things, and experienced a tiny bit of reliance on a higher power. Actually I ended up breaking my long time addiction to caffeine as well.

I've decided to lay low for a while and stay in my house on the banks of the Walkill. This time the shallow rushing waters will be enough for me.

here r random nasheeds, islamic songs etc...

this is by Muhammad al Husayn

here is Qasidah Budah (Mawlay)

Qaidah Burdah (with english translation!)

The reason for writing this poem

this is da main reson 4 Qsidah Burdah (insha allah its correct):

The writer HAZRAT IMAAM SAALIH SHARA-FUD-DEEN ABU ABDULIAH MUHAMMAD BIN HASAN AL-BUSAIRI  R.A had become paralysed.  His doctors and physicians gave up all hope of his recovery.  Eventually in this state of complete helplessness and despair he composed this poem  expressing the grandeur and excellence of Sayyidina Rasuluallah Sallallhu   Alayhi Wasallam.  Using this as his sole means of asking Allah Ta'alaa to cure him from his illness.    He isolated himself in a quiet place one Thursday night and with complete devotion,  concentration and sincerity   began reciting this poem. While reciting it sleep overcame him.  He had a vision of Sayyidina.   Rasuluallah Sallallhu Alayhi Wasallam. He told Sayyidina  Rasuluallah Sallallhu Alayhi Wasallam of his   illness whereupon Sayyidina Rasuluallah  Sallallhu Alayhi Wasallam passed his blessed hand over Imam Busairi's body.    Through the barakat and blessing of Sayyidina, Rasuluallah Sallallhu Alayhi  Wasallam Allah Ta'alaa granted   him complete cure from his paralysis. When he awoke  he found a scarf or shawl on his body which he had seen   Sayyidina Rasuluallah Sallallhu  Alayhi Wasallam place on his paralysed limbs. This resulted in the poem being    named "Qasidah Burdah" (The Poem of the Scarf).
In the morning when due to some necessity. he went to the bazaar, a pious dervish  greeted him with salaam and   requested him to recite the qasidah which he had composed  in praise of Sayyidina Rasuluallah Sallallahu Alayhi   Wasallam The poet said that I have  composed many poems in praise of Rasuluallah Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam,   which one do you  wish to hear? The dervish replied: 'The one which begins with, A-min Tazak-kurin   (i.e. Qasidah Burdah)".  Upon this request the poet became wonder struck and said,   "I take an oath that no one knows about this poem.  Tell me the truth, from whom  did you hear about it?"  The dervish replied, "I take an oath by Allah that  I heard  it from you last night when in a dream you  had recited it to Sayyidina Rasulullah  Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam,  whereupon Sayyidina Rasuluallah  Sallallahu Alayhi  Wasallam became attentive towards you and because of  its blessings Allah Ta'alaa   granted you complete cure from your ailment".When the poet gave this poem to the  dervish   his secret became known to all the people and its barakat and blessings  too became general for all.
When this poem reached Baha-ud-deen the governor of the country named Tahir, he so  highly  regarded and  respected it that he would stand while listening to it.
It is also narrated that Sa'aadud-deen Farouqi, who was a viceroy of Baha-ud-deen,   had became blind.  In a dream he saw a pious person who told him to take the  Qasidah Burdah  from Baha-ud-deen and place  it on his eyes. In the morning  he told Baha-ud-deen about this dream. The Qasidah Burdah was brought   and with full sincerity and conviction Sa'aadud-deen placed it on his eyes.  Through its barakat Allah  Ta'alaa granted him complete cure and restored his eyesight.

this is another version of Qasidah Burdah

this is talib-al-habib:

here is ma fav song of his:

Iman:Articles of faith

here are some more of talib al habib's nasheeds:

Kalimatan

songs of innocence

Knowledge is light

tasbih-the seedlings of paradise

album RAHMA-clips from album

albun INNOCENCE-clips from album

this is nbn

it stands for no beats necessary...

dis is especially 4 da unbelievers it wil insha-

allah make dem think how we wer created, n how can dey deny how lyf was made

n how can dey deny that Allah swt is da creator.

this is the song:

How can you deny

this is Noor

here is one ov there songs:

All for you:

dis is Life Convicts

dis is a wkd beat song wid truly heavy lyrics!

da song is called:

eyes of a souljah

this is CoTu

da song is in mor thn one language. (i think its in english, german, turkish n arabic.) its called:

Lord of Ramadan

this is D-Clique

here r some of there songs:

better days:

please:

time:

responsibility:

this is 3ilm

last breath (ft D-Clique)

queen of the land(ft D-Clique)

vision

justice

alman chand nusrat  (ANX)

Seconds to Sunset Trailer

 S2S - Reflection Trailer

nasheed about Muhammad s.a.w called:

Hand in Hand

Death Video

How can u disobey Allah?

plzz comment if ya lyk it!

lenny martinez.....................isam bachiri..........................waqas ali

Hi ya'll-assalamualaikum

This is one ov ma fav bands:

OUTLANDISH

they r a gr8 band masha allah

there is Isam (moroocan)-a muslim

Waqas(pakistani)-a muslim

Lenny (from Honduras)-a christian

dey r all strong in their religion

i hav made a page on dem so plz check it out

i wanted ya'll 2 no bout dem (n if u alredy do den dats gr8)

on my Outlandish page i've got pics and loads of der videos

scroll down to one of their songs

its called 'any given time

plz comment

jazakallah

Hi ya'll-assalamualaikum

THIS IS OUTLANDISH

i hav made a page on dem so plz check it out

on my Outlandish page  there r loads of der videos

this is a gd song of there's:

its called ''any given time''

plz comment

jazakallah