Ecstasies Unrevealed

Everything is changing again

My hormones get the best of me since a couple of years now. I am a sick sentimental, all mushy mushy, being. I remember the beautiful years when I hardly used to give a crap about anything and crying was for pathetic little girls. Now, I am the pathetic little girl

Simple Questions:

Why do things come to an end?
Why must we say goodbye?
Why must we move on?
Isn't life good the way it seems to be?
Why all the chaos?

I just want everything to stop.

Just like that.

No I won't be afraid

No I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me 

The most romantic song any guy could sing!

Im in such a sappy/depressed/emo mood

I hope your Eid is better

In the purity of rejoice,
The sinister feeling of calamity overburdens me
Just the way it was yesterday,
Just the way it seems to remain..

I'm just going to spam my blog now.

Yes, because I'm that cool

First, the complaints.

I'm on vacation. A long one. But, I don't feel like I'm on vacation at all. I'm tired and exhausted all the time. The last couple of months of my life were terrible. I wouldn't normally complain about petty stuff (except clothes and my personal life) but I will today. I have always been thankful for whatever I had but man, the last 3 months..it was like God was punishing me for breathing! Not even a single part of my life was anywhere near normal. And the minute it was, BAM! I was sick for...forever?

I'm glad that is over. A heavy weight has been lifted off my chest, I can finally breathe. And sleep. I didn't sleep for 3 months. Literally. You know those restless nights where you shut your eyes but you're aware of every single thing around you? Yeah, imagine continuous 90 days of that shit.

This dengue shit. What to say about that. Choro.

Second, the random stuff.

I don't want anyone to make me a page on Facebook when I die. Maryam, if you're reading this, take responsibility for making sure whoever makes it, deletes it.

Why? Well, I don't want to show how many 'friends' I have after I die. That's the most absurd thing ever. I don't want people writing on my wall/page expecting me to read it. I don't want questions like "Who she?/How she die?/ Is that her picture?/ Should we like, burn candles or something?/ OMG I ONCE SAW HER AT LIBERTY! WISH I COULD SAY HI NOW!" Why do people choose to be such idiots?

Third, praise myself

Wow, that was one long post :p And, hey, seems like I got new followers some how. Thank you for following :)

Here’s to the mess we created,
the lives we’ve frustrated,
the white lies we told, 
the kisses we stole.
 
The people we lost,
Our little pitfalls,
The friendships we treasure,
And the reality it triggers.
 
The sneak outs,
The laughter,
All them crazy things we come after
 
The pictures,
The fags,
We’ve got it going mad.
 
The movie repeats,
Another year will retreat,
Celebrate your destiny
With moments of ecastsy
　
2011, You better be something good. Reaaaally Good! 


I wrote this on New Year's Eve and my boss at FreePacket didn't put it up because he thought it was rubbish :p

So, anyone interested? ;)