tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94847582011-12-16T22:54:08.049+03:30But I just do COFFEE big times...Avidehnoreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9484758.post-1112302530365120332005-04-01T01:25:00.000+04:302005-04-01T01:25:30.366+04:30

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After I dunno what’s the Nth time this time ….i opened my eyes into another where am I place?!For the first after I dunno when was the last time I felt settled and safe in my own skin…Here I am new into another damn new place, feeling just about alright about not knowing anyone close …not craving for anything special and yeah being whole with what I am and striving to stay true to myself…

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me off to another exilic quest in another island! only this time: a sunny, hot, humid and friendly one floated as ever I cant wait for being cast away, just hardly stomach being anymore wasted phew... next time you google searched Drs without brains, squint your eyes for a conspicious me...I dont really mind a buzz from any mate, laters p.s: it's near Eid and wow, ignore my perked up mood by

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She used to date guys in different time zones …distractedly ….unselectively …hectically before she finally settled into a happily unshared marriage in two different continents and occasional horrible stopovers ….. Deepest apologies but yeah today happily-ever-after is rarely where the stories end…. ********* Next to CJD, and the bird’s flue is singleton vertigo and pseudo romance

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Endowed with oblivion?! So damned if not… Just reckon if at this time you suddenly came to conceive all weensy trivia of a certain day ….be it groovy or gross….sweetish or what…. Playing it backward just like looking at your teenage photos: pouched cheeks, acnes, untrendy and sloppily sentimental!! And what more knowing you can’t ever be the same ever again….you hear me never the same

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Conflicted as ever … My brain bunker is more like a Dali’s surrealism while my desktop shows Monet’s and the colorful impressionism …. The line between me & those outgoing outgiving faces climaxed by Valentine’s is no thinner than glazed windows….glazed by ice….and snow….it’s been constantly snowing for the past 72 hours or so….damn how I miss glaze doughnuts!! More like freaking out than

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"My mom was a silent person, able to camouflage herself against the furniture or to disappear in the design of a rug. she never made the slightest commotion; it was almost as if she were never there. In the privacy of the room we shared, however, she was transformed. when she talked about the past , or told her stories , the room filled with light; the walls dissolved to reveal incredible

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For the first time in her entire silent existence.....

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When it comes to looks, I’m a little too confused…. I like suspension, those who cant be put under either categories right away…those who keep you hooked for seconds, thinking darnit I just don’t know what to feel for this one!

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Sniff out...should it be iffy in the air!

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There were times I couldn’t stand losing any freaking arguments, and man I was damn good at it, sounding so blurringly downright….grade A stuff, stubborn…not budging an inch…just put me in the right situation and off I go, a great arguer…I might even be the best!! But then this case of extreme arguing is such nasty addiction…easily flipping toward rows as for the intimate relationships,

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Spa? Bailey’s? chocolate? Seroxat? Kicks and twitches?! And who doesn’t seek bliss but then fancy this: **** Pleasure can only be a transient sensation, the feeling of warming up when cold, or of eating when hungry. The lack of these gaps between how we feel and how we want to feel explains a lot of misery in modern society. "We're not hungry, we're not cold, we have

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She is my closest friend, not just one time close but still is….helplessly trying to convince herself or maybe me but mainly the one we two have always feared of becoming… of something… Something too gross to just close your eyes and do it, Too utterly waterish to smile and go on with your goofing, So she looks at me in the eyes and says: ‘you just don’t know, your case is different”

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Conflict-avoiding, problem burying, feelings protecting whatever psychology one might bring for this damn thing of telling fibs, lies, white lies, half-truths, stretched truth, whoppers, newly acceptable or even admirable social skill of lying through teeth…. I’m still bloody horrible, not the least any better at recovering or forgiving if discover I’ve been lied to… How come we’re so

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School girl cliché that I was, my fancied life wasn’t that impossible to live up to…or rather seems so now after being over it… Compared with everything else around, anything a bit special and off you go…mushy Many things gave me ideas about who I was where in truth I was nothing much, not yet…not even later…bleh I could write my IDEAS…yeah I had ideas to share!! The same

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**** Why is that everyone writes about a "somebody" who is another person’s somebody?! The truth is that we are all damn boring and bored by others…so don’t you ever feel guilty about sharing boring trivia with others… just like I did! p.s: I’m not this nobody girl I’m just a hell of an impersonator… p.s: the idea of this all came to me by this awesome girl ...

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hushh... Not talking anymore, As if I’m scared of being asked … then I have to stir stuff, you know to come up with an answer …& might figure I’m not where I wanted to….& so another bout of limbo….& the laying outs…hopes rising…and the highs of rise…and the lows always to follow…and then…. No I’ve taken my turn to listen

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cold misty snow on top of mountain, ice cold, a mug of hot chocolate & my pinkish swollen hands.... gosh I'm cracking with joy

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-Imagine being in love with a woman! -Imagine being in love with a man! -Imagine being in love…..

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I asked them what their priorities in life were as expected buncha common drags came up -career -education -money -family -......& I was already lapsed when one of them asked about mine so I just uttered from my oblivious subconscious... happiness' ( i know it's pretty corny and all that, i know it's a process and not just onething but then mind you I was acting as the teacher to some frenzied

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I can be one big god of conviction… convincing others of how wrong I truly can be for them!! And then acting up to my convictions…

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Curriculum vitae, job applications, interviews, personal ads, blind dates, new best friends,Catching ups with exes, forms…. Well I’m not sure if they stand Exactly the same positions or ranks but…. I just hate the guts of them all… The ephemera of thirty years of my life, the minutiae of my days and who I am, all those things that had once touched me or saddened me, the best and worst …

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My life at the fag end of twenty wasn’t exactly sugared with him… I just didn’t see the point of me… I did coffee those days, just like now…and damn it felt it wasn’t only the coffee that’s been ground down…so we two( me& coffee) had this common vibe between us(!) and yeah I guess that’s why it’s now MY thing!!! I was this one big bitch or else I felt so for that matter…always demanding

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My long time buddy Ms melancholy (I bet it’s a she!) seems to gradually let go of me… Odd… Possible whys… I don’t nurse private doubts about “having it all” (you know job, sunshine, love, nice hair, adrenalin, chocolate) while juggling figures, spaghetti hoops (official brand for desperate bum cook like myself), popping bubbles (e.g. internet, crushes or absence of them!) and how fast the

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heh I'm just mumbling my way through questions.... I ummm & ahhhhh...get all sluggish, the way I express myself you gotta be with me for ages before getting a sense of what i'm saying but never mind...

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just fluff & stuff...

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