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Monday, November 13, 2006 So Much To Write.. Yet nothing is coming out... The pencil that breaks.. The pen that doesn't work the minute you want it to.. The book that runs out of pages.. The laptops that runs out of battary.. The electricity that goes out for no reason.. The Rain that falls over ink erasing all the words.. The killer of my writings.. Time.. I've been dying to write it down.. but the minute I got you.. everything escaped my head.. and I was left with nothing. Monday, October 02, 2006 You have asked to stay away, and left me with no where to go but everywhere around the world; with my words, and thoughts of everything about me and you. You've asked me to forget it all, but I swear even when I try so hard, so so hard, I find myself standing back at square one in the same place as I was a minute after hearing your voice for the last time.. possibly ever. Tonight, I miss you, more but the same as every night. Tonight, I repeated the words of letter that will never be sent out to you.. or a conversation you'll never get to hear, and I'll never get to speak. In this letter, I say a lot.. but nothing is new. I wish that what we had was just 'you' and 'me'. I wish that I never got my friends involved, so that you would have never gotten yours. I believe, because I saw. It was the day I met up with my friends and your best friend. Your best friend attacked me with everything that was thrown on the table, and from that I knew... he had his own image of me, and he made sure you knew. Yet, it frustruated me because he simple didn't know me, and never spoke to me. When I spoke to you about that night, you replied in shock that these two have come together at a friendly gathering. It was a shock that I would have never expected from you; it felt like you were cheated. Enough about him. I imagined myself leaving forever; and then I imagined myself having our last talk. I ask you 'how you're doing?'; and you'll answer with 'Is there any thing I can help you with?'. Then I'll go on and on.. about the pride that I have lost for you.. the laugh that I missed with you.. the whispers, the anger, the smiles, the tears... and my heart that was stolen by you.. Then I'll remind you of our first meeting.. and the few times -those that I can count on my fingers- which you've let me feel that I am close to you, and that you were letting your heart lead you through those precious moments. Yet, all of it scares me.. I'll stop to tell you:"I'm Scared" and you'll reply: "Why? There's nothing to be scared of?"; but I'll answer with a tear waiting to fall -maybe for the last time-: "I'm scared that I'll never fall in love ever again". Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005 When I said goodbye to my parents.. and walked towards the gates that took me to another world.. another life.. I didn't think that I would change as much as I have now.. To the better or worse.. I honestly.. don't know.. The first few days in kuwait I felt suffocated.. sensitive beyond believe (still am) i think its somethin in the air.. or in the fake air we breath here.. everywhere I go the windows are closed.. morning and night.. we breath the fresh air only while sitting at the sea or walking from the call to our destination.. People know their are certain things that are wrong in their life and admit to it.. but the society as a whole is unwilling to help its self to the better... I can't blame the woman when they don't go out as much.. I don't blame the woman from not being in certain places that we in the west hang out in normally... I couldn't even stand being in some of these places... I hated being in the car or walking around in the mall at some points.. I hated not being myself.... But nevertheless I love Kuwait.. I love the khalegi feeling i get when I step into their houses.. when i go to their gatherings and parties.. I loved and hated every experience in kuwait.. as i would anywhere else.. i'm know to be more of a critic of everything I do and go to.. As for me.. I think i saw some truth here.. unfortunately i learned things that i coulda been better without knowing but yet.. i feel like my pain was their pain for many years and will be till the day we die... I can't be sorry for anything.. and i will take revenge.. i promise.. As I grow i keep learning one thing about people.. 'they are not as nice as we think they are.. people are evil and we musn't be nice to all nor believe them all.. people are selfish and so you should be too.. you must live for yourself first then others' its harsh but that's life.. the things you hear of and the things you see are unbelievable in this world.. Every step is a new adventure.. and the journey of life never ends.. they journey of finding the truth about one's self and others never ends.. the roads we walk through are our choice and our doings... I might be going to turkey.. I still don't know if i should.. or want to.. To my best friend, I came all the way here to see you.. Where the hell are you... To my lil brother, This is the first birthday that i don't bug you and hug you.. Love you lots... Happy Birthday.. To mom and dad, Love you the most.. Even though i'm on vacation and im suppose to enjoy my time.. It isn't the same without you beside me leading me through this journey... To my older brother, Love you lots... although life makes us sour sometimes.. but i can't deny how much you meant to me.. I can never hate you... To Eimanie, Fidz, NouNou, Dalooola and Lubz, Miss you girlzzzzzzzz... I can't wait to come back.. and tell you all that has happened.. Good and Bad... To Zee, Yalkhayes I miss you.. To MisGuided, I miss the Super Hero and everything he brought to me. To Faroo7a, I'm sorry baby but i will see you this week inshalla.... To FoFo, I will see you in the morning... To JooJoo, Bood and Baroom, I truely Hate you All. To Alnajar, You guys need to chilax.. If the three of us can forget the awful past that you should too. . To Abasko, Ye2borni Jamalkom.. a7la Nassssss... To MoMo, Inshalla alla ya36eech 3ala neyatich.. To YooYoo, You will never be forgotten you are a good friend. To everyone else, I still love life.. but can't love you... All hasn't been said.. but this is good for now.. B-Bye Sincerly, KoKo Wednesday, May 11, 2005
I'm going to update through out my vacation with pictures on flickr..... i really dont feel like writting sorry.. http://www.flickr.com/photos/kamoola/ Saturday, April 23, 2005 Ela Mata Sayabqa 3ala Qalbi Hawaho Moharamo? Ahen 3ala qalben hawaho mo7akamo 9a3eba el jawa menho 9ameeman yaktomou Wali 7aye ana, bo7to laho be serihi Ashko laho qalban be nariho moghramo Wa Lama7to mn 3aynaho nari w 7arqati Qala 3ala qalbi hawaho moharamo Kana 7ayati fa lama banat be na2yeh 9asar el radad ahen 3alaya ar7amon Walaqad Thakartoka wa Elrema7o nawahelon meni.. Wa beeth alhindi taq6oro mn dami.. Fa wadadto taqbeel el soyoofi.. Le2anaha lama3at ka bareq th2raka al motabasemi Ana lawla el hawa, ana Meen? |
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