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Thoughts..

In life, one of two things could happen.. either you get your rights, or you don't..

if u get ur rights, alls well.. but if u don't, then two things would happen..

either you compromise or u fight for your rights..

if u compromise, alls well.. but if u don't, then two things could happen,

either you lose, or you win..

if u win, ofcourse alls well.. but if u lose, only one thing would happen.. its over.. khallas...
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Itsfarsh said…
Where does one find the strength....

to get up when lying face down in the dirt

to get up and dust off the sorrows of the unfolding defeat..

to get up and try again

Have you ever been in a position where you everything that is against what you preach...
Thu Jan 25, 01:57:00 AM
Karachiite said…
See if someone loses.. they can't do anything in this world, believe me.. it would be all futile attempts.. but u can always keep trying,a nd accept defeat with a smile, because only that way hear is contented.. and if u don't smile after u lose, it hurts, and it hurts bad.. that is whta I've experienced..

regarding being in sit. where our own principles are brutally dashed out/thrown at our own face... well.. thats how life has always been.. and i blv, all of su ahve gone thru such situations.. think that God is with everyone, and u'll find strength to get up... i dont know.. it sounds hard, but it is the key to living!!!
Fri Jan 26, 03:53:00 PM
Sarah said…
Confused... If you compromise, all is well? But if you don't...

Sure, things might be ok if you compromise. Then both people get a little bit of something. But I think it's always better to fight for your rights...

And if you happen to lose, then revert back to compromising, if that is still an option. And if it's not, and you lose, then at least you will feel good with yourself for having fought for what you believe in.

How did you put pictures on the side of your blog?
Sun Feb 04, 02:40:00 AM
Karachiite said…
well.. i think compromising avoids lotsa hellish things like quarrels.. thats y i say alls well..

as for the pic thingie.. i moved to the new blogger.. it has got layout option which will automatically give u an option to upload pics on the side..
Sun Feb 04, 10:10:00 PM
Itsfarsh said…
What is compromise he asked?

A simple guise to help you dwell within..
A simple guise to alterate your being..
A simple guise to hide your presense within..
Fri Feb 09, 02:56:00 AM
Karachiite said…
^^^^who asked abt compromise????????????
Fri Feb 09, 10:51:00 PM
Karachiite said…
I just published sum thots... i mean those are facts that i jotted down!!!
Fri Feb 09, 10:53:00 PM
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