God! Solace my broken heart… Please!
بایگانی دستهها: in English
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is doing awesome!.
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 3,000 times in 2010. That’s about 7 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 8 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 61 posts. There were 7 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 998kb.
The busiest day of the year was January 27th with 41 views. The most popular post that day was شب سرد (شعر).
Where did they come from?
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Some visitors came searching, mostly for تصاویر گرافیکی, سکوت, تصاوير گرافيكي, تصاویرگرافیکی, and اشعار محسن نامجو.
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
شب سرد (شعر) July 2007
مرغ شیدا – محسن نامجو November 2009
محسن نامجو October 2008
قیصر امین پور درگذشت… November 2007
تجربه رنگها October 2007
You said we can be happy
and I believed u
is not blind
I simply love you
چه شوخی چرندی! نه دروغ گفتم.
what a nonsense joke! no I lied
I want to jump down. I’m tired of this height… i wanna back to the ground, where i’m belonging to. let’s jump without thinking twice.
after this moment, every thing will be alright. eternal peace is waiting for us. let’s do it…
I call this: THE CALM, AFTER STORM.
These days are so lonely. Life is passing slowly without any reason or worth. I wish I were in coma to don’t realize these heavy moments.
life is passing by
and we should smile, without saying anything.
My college period is finished and this is all the story. everything is over and I’ve got nothing, except this palsy knowledge of English language. this is not satisfactory at all. look at this empty cash-box (my heart), its hole is too tight to let a heart coin comes in.
This hellish cough is killing me.
what is my heart beating for?
this is a long time that I hate myself. neither I can go on, nor come back.
my device is getting larger – like Pinocchio’s nose – an I don’t know what lie I have said in my life?
God, what do you want from me, let me be a normal creature, like what is common in my society.
let me be natural.
tomorrow is Tuesday
a good day to die
a good day to finish this enigmatic life
seems there is a long way to the end of the life
but actually death is slept in the next door
these are our hopes that paint a lovely path for us
of our dreams and wishes
telling us this fable, that life is infinite
but for the old monster – who isn’t used to hope – it is easy to see
that we are all face-to-face with the death
tomorrow is Tuesday
a good day to die for an old monster