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Sunday, February 22, 2009

ok i've gotta apologize i've not been blogging much ..but i've been busy from having french lessons to partying and going out with my beloved peeps ...
omg have i told you guys ..i enrolled in a french course at this language school called Berlitz which is at ngee Ann city 
its really cool cause I've met loads of friends and my neighbour is in the same school but taking Japanese ha ha 
well.... what can i talk about ....hm mm ohh yea was at a pool party with a couple of friends and ms nelleke eng  and guess what wee yang was swimming hahahah ok ok I'm sorry i shouldn't be disturbing him but i cant help it ...and guess what i told him that if he wanted to get more chicks he should pluck off his nipple hair(god his hair is as long as Samara's armpit in scary movie) and guess what he PLUCKED IT OUT ON THE SPOT ouchhhhhh that's gotta hurt really bad haha .OH yea i got past my pilot's interview WHOOOOO now i can have my pilots license by the end of the year .wouldnt it be great if i brought my date flying 
now thats something i would consider ...oh yea ying ling and my neighbor are taking it with me ;) 



CURRENT LOVES
-Ingrid Michaelson
-vanae
-french classes
-my new clown fishes ;)
-my macbook
-lily allen (just got the new album...its dope)
-my iphone 3g
-cant wait to enter ngee ann poly
-dempsey road -ben and jerry's

CURRENT HATES
-waking up at 5pm(gives me headaches when i wake up )
-sleeping at 5am
-lingering feelings
-my macbook burning my lap(gets too hot-thats what you get when ur lappy is made of alluminium)
 
I couldn't make her understand. Tears were in 
her eyes and a wall in her mind blocked my 
logic. She didn't want me here pleading in her 
living room anymore. She loved me, but she 
wanted me gone. The more I stayed the more I 
hurt. Yet the pain was all that I had left of 
our relationship. And if I was here then I 
wasn't alone yet. It delayed me facing the 
emptiness, along with the sleepless nights, the 
lack of appetite, the piles of laundry, the 
stale air of my house from being shut in for 
days and then weeks.

We had broken up before, several times to be 
honest. But, this time carried with it a taste 
of finality, like acid in the back of our 
throats. I hated the thought of now becoming 
just me, and no longer a guy with a girlfriend.

How would I do it? How would she...well, she had
that other guy, so I guess that made things 
easier for her. I wouldn't be so lucky. I would 
become single. I would have to call the buddies 
that I neglected all too often to spend 
frivolous time with her. We would have to go out
into the unwelcoming weekend nights, into the 
jungles of bars and clubs of downtown Phoenix, 
Tempe, and Scottsdale. We'd get drunk and roll 
the dice, and always miss more than we ever hit.

I wanted to be done looking. Damn it! I didn't 
want to go back out there. I didn't want to take
the lessons I learned with her and try to apply 
them to a different person at a different time. 
If she would just listen, I'd look past her 
cheating, I had once already. But she couldn't 
hear past that wall she raised upon which the 
dreams of our future became tiny insignificant 
bug splats.

That night ended and the lines of what I should 
have said rolled through my head like an endless
scrolling LED sign. I talked to everyone I 
could. I found counsel with friends and tried to
stay busy. Still she haunted me through life.. I 
had to say her name when I canceled our dance 
lessons. This song or that song was the one 
she'd burned to a CD for me. Her MySpace said 
"Single" now. The necklace she gave me burned 
heart-shaped scab into my chest. The hole she 
once filled was all I had left and willingly I 
fell into it each day.

Eventually, I came here. I stumbled upon Neil's 
book and chandeliers of ideas exploded in my 
head. The question etched itself more boldly on 
my brain as I turned each page: Would it all 
work on her?

...

Ring

"Hello."

"Hey, it's me."

"I know."

"Pick a number between 1 and 10 but don't say 
what it is."

"Um...OK."

"It's 7, right?"

"Yeah, what!? How did you..."

"I think I'm becoming psychic."

"Whatever. No you're not."

"Yeah, I went to this palm-reading lady and she 
had me do this intuitive test called The Cube. I
think it made me psychic."

"Really, what was it?"

"Well, it's called The Cube and it tells you all
about yourself in a few questions. So first 
question..."
I demonstrated higher value, I disqualified, I 
elicited values, I showed pre-selection, I sank 
neuro-linguistic programming anchors every 
chance I got, and I built jealousy plotlines 
like the ancient Egyptians build pyramids. To 
her I became the all new attractive and exciting
model of me. We were together again, watching 
movies, having dinner, taking road trips, and 
screwing like rabbits might on the night before 
bunny Armageddon.

Almost a perfect story, but I couldn't keep it 
up forever. I had only whitewashed the exterior 
of a rotting house. Inside I was still hurt and 
unconfident. I juggled a good game for a few 
months and then the bottom dropped out. And this
time our biting actions and burning words 
scarred our memories of each other forever.

Now, many of you like I, came here for her, that
one girl that you are broken for. Often I am 
asked "How do I get her back?" And yes I know 
the prescription for your affliction, it's my 
own design. Yet to take that pill into your 
heart is to invite doom there. It is the sin of 
vanity to seek to resuscitate that which has 
died, to create your own relationship monster of
Frankenstein. The truth is that if you manage to
get her back it will self-destruct again.

There's too much hurt surrounding you both to 
make it right.

I know this truth doesn't dispel the hurt. In 
fact, it takes some hard work on your part to 
move past it, but, you can make it go away 
forever. There is no quick fix. You can use this
community and it's teachings to spackle over 
your faults, however, this never allows you to 
rebuild your house of attraction to its maximum 
height. We have all the secrets you wish you 
knew since you first wanted to kiss a girl
instead of just pull her ponytails. If you put 
in the time and effort to truly learn, then you 
become better. You can mold yourself to be the 
life of the party, the guy with the girlfriend 
of his dreams, the guy not afraid to approach 
any woman you are attracted to.

Today, after the hurt is over I'm glad that I 
had her. I'm glad that together we ripped a hole
in my heart because without it I wouldn't have 
met all of you. I wouldn't have learned to be 
the man I am today. So embrace the pain and make
it the fuel that lights your fire of self-
improvement. Don't go after her and re-open the 
dark door of hurt, it always ends one way.

Thank you Ma

well that story actually had parts which i had encountered before well guys the guy said "don't go after her and re-open the dark door of hurt, it always ends one way." what do you thinnk about this ? does this mean that pathes dont usually work out ..i have a friend who once told me that if a relation ship is broken ..it usually cannot be patched cause what more can you give other than what you already have given in the past? well the answer still remains anonymus ..guys if you wanna share about this topic do tag at the tag board which i belive it should be on the left of the page .
QUALITIES THAT I WOULD LIKE IN A GIRL
-she has to be enthusiastic
-she has to be adventures
-funny
-well if she could be insecure that would be good
-caring
well i guess i speak for all the guys out there who dosent want these qualities haha anyways i went to check out my astrological chart and look what it said about me

According to your sun sign, Libra, you are a somewhat extroverted person, although, you may have found that you have spent a good amount of time as an introspective individual. This, at certain times in your life, has led to a good amount of time in isolation or, at least, away from the social crowd you would like to have been part of.

Your Moon shows you to be a person who hides the fullest extent of your emotions, although you are truly an emotional person at heart. You may find it hard to let people in and share many of your insecurities, which, in turn may have slowed your journey through life up until recently. According to the transition of Mars through your chart, you have found a new path to self-discovery that will quell many inner conflicts and insecurities you may well i guess they're right haha anyways its getting late do tagg seyaa

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