Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I've been...blind.I say you're not knowledgeable about what's going on in the world. But then, I compared myself with others and I realize...I know little too. Lately, I've started to notice that I hate hanging around people. Somehow, I'm suffocated. I'm trying to figure myself out. What could the problem be? Have I done something wrong? Have they done something wrong? What is it? I find myself angry at myself. Then angy, at the world.Among my friends, talk of getting drunk, girls kissing girls, reveal of skin is a norm. A 'must-have' if you were to be considered hot. I find no solace in this. Why? Is it good to get drunk? To lose self-control? Once in a while? Sure why not! Utter bull. I don't find it hot. Not at all in things so stupid. So...unnecessary. I wonder why they do. I wonder if guys find it hot too that other dudes are looking at their women. Dreaming of their women in their arms. Thinking of how hot your women would be, naked. In their bed. Do guys find it hot that other dudes are looking and thinking of all this about their women? Well, do they? Would you too?Sad. So very sad. I found my solace with Nadi. No, not with you. Although even if it was momentarily, I found solace. I could freely talk about Islam with her amongst our buddhist friends. I could let it out. Give a peak to my religion. No, I admit that I do not feel respected when I'm talking amongst my friends about my religion. When it comes to getting drunk, have had sex they gloat. I feel nauseated. Slapped in the face. How could you smile so wide?If it were talk cocks, sure. But you went too far. Just too far. Abdul, I'm damn proud of you for walking. Damn proud, I swear.I hate you. I detest you. You make me do things that I don't want to do. You make me involutarily miss you. Without doing a thing but be a jerk. What are you thinking? Are you still licking your wounds? Or just showing your true colours? I wish I could rub myself sorely clean off you. The redness of my skin would be certain. For now, I wanna forget you. No, it's not a lie I've just spew.Read Sandman by Neil Gaiman, courtesy of Viv. How is it possible that I could relate to your story. To your characters. To the scenes. To the 'gore'. Weirdly enough, I'm comfortable with it.No, not even my best friend could accept the real me. Or the rest of me. Wholesome, no. You didn't notice? There's someone better out there. There always is. Hey world, you only know the tip of the iceburg in azriology. It's a matter of whether you appreciate the person or not.-Hennamo♥™ Just, one. says (1:47 AM):
at the very least, I want to be able to look at him straight and dare to have a proper conversation
amrx. says (1:47 AM):
HAHAHAHAHHA !
-Hennamo♥™ Just, one. says (1:47 AM):
LOL
that alone is difficult enough
amrx. says (1:48 AM):
i salute you.
at the very least, I want to be able to look at him straight and dare to have a proper conversation
-Hennamo♥™ Just, one. says (1:48 AM):
I've finally got enough forgiveness in me to totally forget about it and add him as a friend on
facebook
LOLLL
amrx. says (1:48 AM):
hahah !
you're one good kid
redeeming yourself is difficult huh ?
-Hennamo♥™ Just, one. says (1:49 AM):
redeeming scum like him was difficult
No, real women are not represented by planks.
No, real men don't leave their wives.
08:38
Sunday, December 06, 2009
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21:30
Friday, December 04, 2009
Sorry love, it's just too wonderful not to share :)Thanks for posting it up though as it really made my day better <333"The Day The Saucers Came” by Neil GaimanThat Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,And the people of Earth stood andstared as they descended,Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for usAnd none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrowBut you didn’t notice becauseThat day, the day the saucers came, by some some coincidence,Was the day that the graves gave up their deadAnd the zombies pushed up through soft earthor erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,But you did not notice this becauseOn the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed usA ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,All bigger than the mind could hold,and the cameraman couldNot get far enough away, and then the Gods came outBut you did not see them coming becauseOn the saucer-zombie-battling-gods day the floodgates brokeAnd each of us was engulfed by genies and spritesOffering us wishes and wonders and eternitiesAnd charm and cleverness and truebrave hearts and pots of goldWhile giants feefofummed acrossthe land and killer bees,But you had no idea of any of this becauseThat day, the saucer day, the zombie dayThe Ragnarok and fairies day,the day the great winds cameAnd snows and the cities turned to crystal, the dayAll plants died, plastics dissolved, the day theComputers turned, the screens tellingus we would obey, the dayAngels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,And all the bells of London were sounded, the dayAnimals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,The fluttering capes and arrival ofthe Time Machine day,You didn’t notice any of this becauseyou were sitting in your room,not doing anythingnot even reading, not really, just looking at your telephone,wondering if I was going to call.:) Thank you, Neil Gaiman
07:56
Why is the pain so bad? Because it hurts.
07:24
Whoa. In less than a month :)I'm not supposed to smile =xThe world has stopped spinning.
My legs are giving up.
My heart cries from longing and missing you too much.
"Shut it!" says the brain though it knows that's the truth.
I'll hold on tighter to the words from slipping between my tooth.To the flame that lights my path.
Losing myself isn't the trouble.
Getting back on my two feet isn't it either.
Ironically it's the want to slow down these two things.
Though you know you don't deserve.
You never did. I must've been blinded by you wonderful ignorant git.
Never meant the I love you's.
Never meant the like's.
Though I know in my heart, I'll miss you so very much.
I don't deserve to say this.
You don't deserve to know.
For now, I'll figure my own path and don't try to bury myself in the snow.
And you, on your own path.
We'll meet again.
Known to entwine but a mystery, joined.
Dim is the candle's flame.
Fortune unknown.
You'll grow to forget. I hope you do. I hope I do too.
Though another lie I've just spew.
Am I allowed to stop to feel?
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
I feel so used.
I don't feel so used.
I don't feel anything.
I'm numb.
Like cold ice-cream.
Come on, do whatever yea want.
I'll embrace everything.
Everything you got to shoot at me.
Come, come towards me.
You know you can't let go.
Between my fingers, I'll play.
I'll play all day till dawn breaks.
Omg, wtf am I saying? I'm having second thoughts. Just wan it so badly. Really is the longing..
Would you though? I'm just too afraid to ask :S
ANIS and ASHRAP, FOR YOU! =D ashraff =x
Picture OLD OLD
I miss my curly hair :(
And my white walls :(
And the colours :(((
Where's Anis? :(
Wish me luck for term test everyone! Wish for me that I could absorb information like a sponge.
Like those SUPER DUPER ABSORBENT SPONGE that other sponge-making companies would be mad envious of :D sweeeeeet..
imysvvm
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