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a little piece of me, and the devil within. ps: check archives for stuff, no article is too old to read :)

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

oleoleole


Congratulations Emirates

The game was tight, and the referee was a real asshole, but Isma3eel Mattar did it.
Oman played good, the near-missed twice.
But ever noticed that the Host always gets the cup.
So no hard feelings, Inshallah if palyed in Oman, they will get it.
You guys always make it to the finals, and thats a grand thing.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Uprise

I am the disease
I am the cure
I am the sinner
I am pure
I push through boulders
I can endure

I am the injured
I am healed
I am the open gates
With locks sealed
I am the tears
On happiness reeled

I am the broken
I am repaired
I am murdered
I am spared
I am the emotions
That never cared

I am the fallen
Now I rise
I dust off the memories
Those I despise
I hail my freedom
I hail my uprise

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

tagged by Absomaniac

What will happen to your e-mail when you die?
no one can access it anyway, if i die, it dies with me.

Did you try once to give the password to someone? If yes, what kind of relation that you have with this person to trust him/her and give him/her the key of your secrets?
Never, i didn't find anyone to trust yet.

Your famous nickname among your Friends?
Zeezee or just Zee

Your age?
19 going on to 20.

Your horoscope?
Taurus

Your qualifications?
IGCSEs :P and Im completing my A levels

Your character "personality"?
I still did not find that out, I'll leave that to the people around me.

What travel means to you?
A long road, and an unkonown destination

What do you purchase?
Clothes and Food.

Features taken from your dad
carpentry interest, electronic interest, Hair and Height.

Features taken from your mom
Colour, some of the behaviour traits, maybe temper.

The most 6 things you hate-
Show-offs
Cockraoches
Liars
Men who don't respect their women
Alcohol
Gelatenous food

The most 6 things you love-
My family, especially my dad.
My fortunate life
My Sister Chia
My Intellectual power or what ever is left from it.
My Feminine gender.
Friends, true friends

What computer and internet mean to you
A blessing, yet a curse.

You would like to pass this tag to:-
Dilini, Hysum, Wakshi, Faa, 3anooda, Snooky, Solidus, Senor Fuzz,Mysterious and Red Dragon.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

i miss

the beach
running around
scabs
innocent laughter
cartoons
board games
sibling rivalries
icecream
roasted peanuts
swings
see saws
lego
pofak
suntop
dirty socks
dresses
trampoline
crying
story books
spinning
nintendo
space invaders
puppies
gardens
fruit salad
double beds
ali bahar music
road trips
mountains
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my past

Monday, January 08, 2007

my liberation...

Oh well, here it is, my single phase…
Personally I never imagined much of being where I am, I’m quite surprised myself, but it doesn’t matter… I lost nothing and I’m not feeling lost either.
Wasted 3 long years with the bastard, endured the emotional stress of long distance relationships, swallowed my depressions, and kept the “I miss yous” to myself. Even worse, I turned down such good people I came across.
I had to act normal about it, I had to pretend I was happy, knowing that in the end all those promises (lies) he made will be fulfilled, for what?
But the worst thing he did was the very pathetic lie he made up just to avoid me, he should’ve just faced me and said it to my face, this proves he wasn’t man enough to say it. So what does he do?
He tells me about his “big accident” and how he is in “hospital”. If he only stopped to think for a second that that excuse wouldn’t be such a good idea to tell a girl whose own father hasn’t walked a step for 11 years for the same reason.
He got me worried for sometime, but then again, the whole plot proves him stupid, I seen his car plus people talk in Oman, how sad was he to forget that Omanis know everything about everybody else?
So I leave him, 3 years can fuck off. And oh, it feels so good, a large load off my back.

Mr, you aren’t only ignorant, you are pathetic, I pity you. And I just want to see you one more time, so I could spit on your face and laugh at you. And by the way, the new guy I met… was standing right beside your car that night.

ORANGE JUICE AND CIGARRETTES!!!
Liberation at last.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

news


  • rest in peace Saddam Hussein
  • cigarettes and orange juice rocks
  • i'm single now! :D after 3 years of chains and locks
  • happy new years all of you
  • might pierce my ears this year
  • kfc in oman rocks
  • i love the beach
  • i need a thicker jumper