The Girl With No Face

so here’s the thing. i hate people (not sometimes) ALL OF THE TIME!!!!!
I fucking hate it when these so called “friends” are so self absorbed that they are completely oblivious to anyone else’s feelings OR EXISTENCE for that matter! HELLO!!!!! THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU!!!! GET THE CLUE YOU FUCK!!!!

you understand what i mean right??? the people who just throw around these really hurtful comments and just do these really selfish SELFISH things and whenever they do screw up, they point the finger at YOU ..
not only do they do that, but they do it behind your back!!! and they’re not even ashamed of doing it infront of you!!!! WITH YOU STANDING THERE.. BEING HUMILIATED. and any attempt to discredit these accusations would look defensive…

FUCK!! FUCK!!! Narcissistic FUCKS!!!!!!!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE .. I CAN’T BREATHE CAUSE YOUR FUCKING EGO IS SUFFOCATING ME!!!

You are like poison to me .. !!!! POISON!!!! i don’t give a flying fuck that you’re an only child .. THERE IS NO FUCKING EXCUSE FOR ANYONE TO BE A BRAT!!! A FUCKING EGOCENTRIC IDIOT!!!

Kiss my ass bitch!!! “I don’t flirt, I’m being nice” MY ASS!!!

GO SUCK A FUCKING LEMON!!

cuz tonight
we’re v.i.p.
I know somebody at the door
I see that twinkle in your eye
you shake your ass and I just die
let’s check our coats
and move out to the floor

when I’m dancing with you
tomorrow doesn’t matter
turn the music up
til the windows start to shatter
cuz you’re the only one who can get me on my feet
and I can’t even dance”

“no tomorrow” - by Orson

i can’t get this song out of my head ..

I remember..

I’m remembering things that I never wanted to remember ..

I’m remembering how I felt ..

I’m remembering and now I’m reliving ..

memories, please go away.

I know that i’m probably the last person on the planet to watch “the notebook”. i watched it. it just finished.

does love like that exist?

if it doesn’t, then why do we cry as much as we do when we hear stories about this kind of love?

do we know deep down inside that it exists and we yearn for it?

or are we crying over what we wish love really was?

is anyone capable of that much love?
*sigh*

inhale helium and sing: the sound of music .. u know that song right? the one in the beginning of the movie.. “the The hills are alive with the sound of music .. ”

you’ll die laughing! trust me!

there you go. something to do all day

Do you know that Hol-N-One get their fresh donuts at 5a.m.?
I found out last night

I discovered last night that Bahrain has potential to be an amazing place.We watched the sun rise by the Hidd bridge. But I guess even at 4 something a.m. stupid BAHRAINI BOYS are hard at work at perfecting their repelling methods.. or to be more precise Muharraq boys .. eeww
and I’m not the only one who hates stupid muharraq boys hahah … Do they Not rest from trying to pester girls who want to be alone?? I mean It was 4 a.m. !! why weren’t they asleep?!?!?!?!?

but today, i love it here

I’m a fairly decent human being. but every once in a million years, i get to witness Karma working overtime:) and i LOVE it.
Its evil to say this, but it must be said: i love to see them go through what they put people through. they had it coming

Oh Karma, like revenge, you are so sweet..

It hurts me .. It hurts me when my friends make me feel worthless…..

It hurts me that they complain and complain and complain and i listen and help.. and the moment i complain about something (AFTER THEM BUGGING ME THAT I DON’T TELL THEM WHATS ON MY MIND) and by the way i wasn’t complaining, i was just sharing my thoughts. and they tell me “stop complaining!” …

I keep forgetting what people are like .. self involved creatures!!
I wonder why I feel worthless 

i get it. i get why they don’t allow people to carry liquids on to the planes anymore.. but what do i do when the shitty BA flight attendants choose to ignore my request for a simple glass of water.

god i hate them!

its not like me to be pro love.. but bare with me. I’ve been thinking lately, what is it about us that yearns to be held, to be kissed, to be loved?

But then again, what happens after this yearning goes away?

what about the getting married part? I’ve come to this conclusion that the only reason that people get married is to have sex. and to have kids.
is that a good enough reason?
in our world (this island) it seems to me that people get married to have sex legally. am i right?

but what happens when this passion goes away?

so here’s the scenario, boy meets pretty girl. boy flirts with pretty girl. boy talks to pretty girl. boy’s phone bill hits the roof from talking to pretty girl (because boy and girl cannot go out in public). boy tries to talk pretty girl into sleeping with him. girl uses that power to pressure boy to marry her. they marry. they screw.

then what?

girl loses incentive to be pretty and her REAL self is revealed that she’s a real person with flaws and PMS (cause here, girls are only trying to bait boys into marriage. once they do, they don’t need to) girl gains weight. girl gets pregnant, whatever..

so for a relationship thats based on looks and sex. what makes the marraige last?

ok, its funny, when i first started writing this post, i was sorta optimistic about love.. it kinda took a weird turn…

for the first time in a long time, i feel.

my friend Peacock read the post where i mention him and he had such a hurt look in his eyes….

i felt like crap. I asked certain questions about his reason for wanting to be my friend again in that post, but i totally changed my mind now.

its just that people disappoint me so often, i thought that he would do the same ..

he didn’t.

I’m sorry Peacock:(

don’t hate me..

For the last week, I’ve been trying to write. I couldn’t. I stare blankly at the computer screen with my fingers ready to type away. . . .
things keep rushing through my head. and yet, I don’t seem to be able to complete a  single thought.

I always thought that writer’s block was a myth. or something. but now i completely understand!!

I need to make some changes. I need to change some things in my life to be happy. I’ve taken the first steps to do so.

I’ve concocted a fairytale motivation.

Its done by lying to one’s self so frequently about the same issue until one believes these lies.

does that sentence make sense?

do I?

does anyone?