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I had to take this Tag from Misspecs!

1. The age you will be on your next birthday

The grip of life keeps getting tighter!

2. A place you would like to travel to…


Louvre in Paris. Ah, Mona Lisa awaits me!

3. Your favorite place

4. Your favorite pet


The only pet i ever had when i was a kid; it 'drowned' in a glass of water in an accident. :(

5. Your favorite color combination




6. Your favorite TV show(s)


7. First name of your significant other


8. The town in which you live

I live in this part of lahore.

9. Your first job


Yeah, you sure can. That's what i did for my first pay-check.

10. Your dream job



The psychologist Sean Maguire from Good Will Hunting, played by Robin Williams. Ah, i want to be that guy!

11. A bad habit you have


12. Your worst fear

Being Sisyphus; Camus was wrong. Sisyphus is not happy!

Comments

Zeenat.A said…
I love this!!!You mind if I steal it?
Helio said…
wow great post!
btw if I am not wrong, that "pet" that drowned was mine not yours :P...
misspecs said…
I wrote a comment THREE times and it didn't get posted. :(

Okay, here goes again: your worst fear is VERY scary. Color combination, awesome...you can enjoy it almost every day, then!

Mona Lisa is so over-rated, mon. Itts covered by thick ugly protective glass...the only thing that was fun in th Louvre was the ceilings! :)
Awais said…
@ misspecs

I appreciate your dedication behind the comment ;)

Yeah, i know it is very scary. This fear has had a great influence on my life and the choices that i have made.

Waisay, you should read Camus' essay. I gained a true appreciation of the myth only when i read that. You can read it at this link:

http://www.nyu.edu/classes/keefer/hell/camus.html

Here's an extract:

'Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them. As for this myth, one sees merely the whole effort of a body straining to raise the huge stone, to roll it and push it up a slope a hundred times over; one sees the face screwed up, the cheek tight against the stone, the shoulder bracing the clay-covered mass, the foot wedging it, the fresh start with arms outstretched, the wholly human security of two earth-clotted hands. At the very end of his long effort measured by skyless space and time without depth, the purpose is achieved. Then Sisyphus watches the stone rush down in a few moments toward that lower world whence he will have to push it up again toward the summit. He goes back down to the plain. It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me. A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself! I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step toward the torment of which he will never know the end. That hour like a breathing-space which returns as surely as his suffering, that is the hour of consciousness. At each of those moments when he leaves the heights and gradually sinks toward the lairs of the gods, he is superior to his fate. He is stronger than his rock.


If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.'
misspecs said…
Thanks for sharing the link...its made me a bit depressed, though. Sounds like the life of every one of us, doesn't it?

Will read through the link. Thanks!
this is cool :-)
Very good pics :-)