dude.
All people in the world,
have one heart!
shit.
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Showing posts with label Burp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burp. Show all posts
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
18Dec
I always thought I was just a phase in your life.
Now I realize you were just a phase in my life.
yalla bye.
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Now I realize you were just a phase in my life.
yalla bye.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
As i hit the double digits, i...
row row row my boat,
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily,
life is but a dream
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Monday, February 02, 2009
Sunday, December 21, 2008
20.12
On 20.12.08,
I didn't say no.
I said I want it differently.
different is not a no.
different is just different.
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I didn't say no.
I said I want it differently.
different is not a no.
different is just different.
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
Break Tab & Lift to Open
I need to write a narration for my experimental video.
It's there. It's all there.
I pick up a pen.
I draw a dot.
It grows into a skinny man.
I stretch the line till the other end of the page.
It grows into a fat woman.
That's not gonna work.
I drop the pen, and pick up another.
I draw a dot.
and it circles,
it forms a puddle
that quickly starts moving till it fills up the whole page.
That's not gonna work either.
I drop the pen, and pick up another.
I draw a dot.
and it doesn't do anything.
I throw the pen.
.
It's there. It's all there.
I pick up a pen.
I draw a dot.
It grows into a skinny man.
I stretch the line till the other end of the page.
It grows into a fat woman.
That's not gonna work.
I drop the pen, and pick up another.
I draw a dot.
and it circles,
it forms a puddle
that quickly starts moving till it fills up the whole page.
That's not gonna work either.
I drop the pen, and pick up another.
I draw a dot.
and it doesn't do anything.
I throw the pen.
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Monday, December 08, 2008
Das Beste kommt zum Schluss
...aka. before I kick the bucket: a tag by EVA famous LUNA;
1. Graduate first (CHECK)
2. Have a year off to get lost, paint, write, and sketch.
3. Furnish my now deserted, untouched future design studio exactly like I picture it in my head.
4. Buy & Install that Telescope I've been looking at for years on my studio's roof.
5. Kick off my own business
6. work, while avoiding having my soul getting sucked out of me.
7. make money, and start paying my parents back the insane amount of money they spent on my education.
8. Solo exhibition; on a local and international level.
9. Roam around the world, and hit all places on my Travel list.
10. Mural out my postcard collection.
11. Read all Classics, and tick off my endless book-waiting list.
12. Start a public library, which will include all kick-ass books.
13. Resume memorizing the Qur'an, which I have put off since I started going to my rock-on school.
14. Go to Hajj with my parents, before I get old and shabby.
15. Move my ass aka. exercise again.
16. Be more silent and Do more Yoga.
17. Learn how to play the Saxophone, my favorite instrument of all times and play "Nature Boy".
18. Pay it forward.
19. Rescue whatever soul I have left.
20. Come out, and take responsibility for all that shit I write here. (CHECK)
wana wenta.
wa shokran.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
December...Up Yours!
December is the loneliest month of the year.
You think it's over, but it's not.
December gives you hope that maybe, maybe, next year will be a bit better.
but it never is.
December is always an end of a shitty year, and always the start of an even shittier year.
December nests reminiscing, and cradles nostalgia.
December is when it all began,
December is when it all ended.
December is the time when a shattered family comes together for a couple of days and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when friends decide to meet, catch up, laugh about the gd ol' time, and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when you stand with a glass of wine, in a laughing out loud crowd, smiling your time away, and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when you look around for someone to kiss when the clock hits midnight, but you look around,find no one, smile, and then pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when the rain hits your window and you wish you're out there running, but you can't run on a wheel chair of your own making, so you watch it pouring outside from your living room window, and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when you want to buy gifts for loved ones yourself, and wrap them yourself, and give them away yourself, but when you list down your loved ones, what you have down on paper are the names of the bawab and the makwagy, so you tear the paper up and pretend that everything is okay.
December is the loneliest month of the year.
You think it's over, but it's not.
.
You think it's over, but it's not.
December gives you hope that maybe, maybe, next year will be a bit better.
but it never is.
December is always an end of a shitty year, and always the start of an even shittier year.
December nests reminiscing, and cradles nostalgia.
December is when it all began,
December is when it all ended.
December is the time when a shattered family comes together for a couple of days and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when friends decide to meet, catch up, laugh about the gd ol' time, and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when you stand with a glass of wine, in a laughing out loud crowd, smiling your time away, and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when you look around for someone to kiss when the clock hits midnight, but you look around,find no one, smile, and then pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when the rain hits your window and you wish you're out there running, but you can't run on a wheel chair of your own making, so you watch it pouring outside from your living room window, and pretend everything is okay.
December is the time when you want to buy gifts for loved ones yourself, and wrap them yourself, and give them away yourself, but when you list down your loved ones, what you have down on paper are the names of the bawab and the makwagy, so you tear the paper up and pretend that everything is okay.
December is the loneliest month of the year.
You think it's over, but it's not.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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