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Sunday, December 7, 2008

well here i am again not listening to jason mraz but james morrison and looking happily at my beautiful marine fishes upholding the moonlight which shines gleemingly on my fishes
its 1 in the morning right now and and i'm trying to think about what to write ,well my neighbour came over to talk about how he misses his gf and that he cant do nothing about it painfull yet helpfully i talked him out and slowly and sleekfully i changed the topic and made him change his course of pain and anger into following me to the gym ,YES the gym and i skipped work for that soi could help a friend and my stupid excuse i told my boss was that i was sick so anyways we went and pumped and pumped(that actually refers to carrying weights) till our hands could not carry no more and then we pumped again ,by the end of the day we were so exhausted that we dragged ourselves to compass point to grab a bite and take our minds off what we were caught up with .

people always tell me that i dont show my real self to people that i tend to show the rough and self sentered exterior of me ,i actually do agree to that,ok take this senario for instant i meet this person for the first time and i tell her everything aabout myself ok say she takes all my bull and she likes me 1st date-she's excited 2nd date-she finds me ok but by the time it reaches the third date ,she'd be bored as shit cause there's noting more i could give everything i had i told her

or maybe i'm afraid of being judged that i take critism to personally and i'm afraid that people will get to know who i really am and might not like the real me so i tend to keep to myself always and maybe i keep to my self alot because i'm the only child and i dun reallyhave no one to tellthem to .i do tell stuff to my mom cause i love her to bits but i cant really tell her everything cause it will really be disrespectful in a way .people have come and i've guess i started to talk alittle (thanks ms eng and faiz) these two people i believe i can trust but never complete .i dont really trust anyone cause no one i mean no one keeps their word in this world maybe some but not to many and because of these little quantity it actually makes me wonder what kind of a world we are living in . we living in a society where we dont receive a simple thank you for the little services that you did .everytime i go to work i keep telling my self "walid dont ever expect a simple thank you from any one" and then occasionaly out of the blues someone supprises me and tells me that they are greatful for my service and then i realise that there are people who do care ,is it really hard for you to tell your employers thank you for your help it was really good having you guys around good work' is that really hard .but who i am to judge i just keep my mouth shut and work my ass of for $5 an hour so that i can buy my laptop and go to austrialla.

well what can i really say work is work and life is not work .i dont want to be working 9 to 5 my whole life i cant stand it and for you people out there who actually are i give my respect to you .

there's so much craziness surrounding me so much going on it gets hard to breath all my faith has gone you bring it back to me you make it real for me i'm not sure about my piorities i've lost sight where i ment to be .and i am running to you baby cause you are the only one who saves me thats why i've been missing you lately cause you make it real for me .when my head is stong but my heart is weak i cant find the words to make me speak.i guess there's so much more that i gotta learn but if you're here with me i know which way to turn you always lead me somewhere ,somewhere i can run so i'm running to you baby

ok i guess thats it i'm going to sleep tomoro is hari raya to the non muslim people enjoy the holidays


walid
peace&love(xoxo)

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