Bits Of Me

Hello’s

Masha Huq — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 19:31:44 +0000

Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we
really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work.
Someone would leave. Someone always leaves.
Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes.
I know what I need. I need more hellos.

A Nasty Surprise!

Masha Huq — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:52:07 +0000

The room was full of candles,
flowers were scattered over the bed, light music.
Full of love pouring down all over the place .
Lost into their own world, they didn’t realize somebody was watching them.
Taking the plunge with some other guy while your husband comes up and
suprises you with a gun is indeed a nasty surprise!

Mad

Masha Huq — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 17:39:19 +0000

I mad about you! Why do you leave me every night when you promise me that you won’t leave my sight?
Wish I could count the days I died…… Its like brutal knife piercing into my heart without any drop of blood. I only felt content when you hold my hand and kiss me tenderly…whisper into my ear how much you love me. The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.

Poverty

Masha Huq — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 17:29:53 +0000

The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich. Consequently, the modern poor are not pitied…but written off as trash. The twentieth-century consumer economy has produced the first culture for which a beggar is a reminder of nothing.

Photo Credit: Michael Foley Photography’s

Family

Masha Huq — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 17:35:12 +0000

Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family.
Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member,
yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted.

Letter

Masha Huq — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 18:03:21 +0000

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer. ~~~~Rainer Maria Rilke

*one of my favourite lines*

Housework

Masha Huq — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 03:13:17 +0000

The obvious and fair solution to the housework problem is to let men do the housework for, say, the next six thousand years, to even things up. The trouble is that men, over the years, have developed an inflated notion of the importance of everything they do, so that before long they would turn housework into just as much of a charade as business is now. They would hire secretaries and buy computers and fly off to housework conferences in Bermuda, but they’d never clean anything.

Shyest Newlyweds

Masha Huq — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 16:37:37 +0000

A young couple in Huntingdon suffered an unfortunate start to married life, according to a report in the Journal of Sexual Medicine. Rosemary and Alan were both seventeen and virgins when they got married. Two years later, they had been unable to get any privacy to take the plunge.

At first, the problem had been the fact that they were living with Rosemary ‘s parents. Then, when they were given her grandparent’s house, it was on condition that they kept the ancient lodger who lived there. They were convinced that he would hear them too. In agonies of embarrassment , they went to a sex counseling clinic. After six months they had overcome their anxiety enough to try to make love.

‘But at the critical moment’, the journal reports, ‘the lodger screamed and collapsed and died.’

Torture Garden

Masha Huq — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:55:22 +0000

You’re obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That’s the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world.

Bottle Memories

Masha Huq — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 16:51:30 +0000

I ll keep my memories in a glass bottle, and hide somewhere where nobody can see. Whenever I look into the mirror in silence the memory flashes through me. Each memory cost a lot of bleeding which can never be heal.I want to scream , release me from this curse , its too much to bear! Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken memories! Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again?