Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

You and Me!

I think of you. You are always on my mind. You are in my dreams. I see you when i close my eyes.
When i open them I see you again.
You, with your elegent figure, with your gorgeous smile, and attractive march, you pass by, like a breeze in early morn after a warm summer night, you give me look that knocks me off my balance, and i tremble when you smile, and greet you.
You laugh, and with your laughter all troubles fade away, you laugh and you call me your friend.
You tell me what worries you, you tell me what grieves you, you tell me what hurts and troubles you, but you do not know that it is you that kills my heart.
I try to explain, I tell you that I long for you, I long for the moment that you call me your own.
I tell you How good you look.
I tell you how beautifull you are.
I tell you how you take my breath away.
I tell you how I dream of you.
I ask when do we meet? You tell me soon, and you fly away, with your smile and you laughter, and you take my heart with you.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Back again

After a long time, i am back here.

Same old me, just a few months older.

Same problems, same dilemmas, with the same solutions that i still don't have

I am nearer to completing my studies, farther from achieving my goals.

Few changes in the mood, from sad to careless. No changes in health, still deteriorating

Made some new friends and Got back with some old ones. I lost my apetite to write, and started
to complain too much.

A friend of mine read this blog a while ago, and made a comment that our life is similar, and it's

too boring.

So, i decided to change the topics in this blog into some more cheerfull ones.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Too young for her!

I am not very much regular writing in this blog,

as a matter of fact, i am giving much thought of

giving up writing here, except that it gives, sometimes,

a little of relief when i write.

Nowadays I am really frustrated about the fact that

whenever someone asks me how old i am, and i tell him/her

they always become astonished, and starting asking ridiculous and

silly questions.

The problem is, i always run with a crowd older than me, I don't

know why, but it's always like that.

I am not much of a ladies man, but like any other guy of my age,

I have my desires, and one of them is to have a companion.

Now, to tell you the truth, i don't work much on that aspect, I mean, i don't

go around bothering girls, neither do I make the effort of approaaching a girl

in a way different from being friends.

Sometimes i get so much frustrated, and try my luck with girls, and like any other

aquaintance of mine, they also ask about my age, and I tell them the truth, i never lie

about it. When I tell them, things always seem to turn around, and the once interested

girl/woman becomes histerical and start telling me how many years i'm younger than she is,

and how come I am at this level at this age, and how, what, why and all the wh questions.

Sometimes i just get tired of it, and some other times, I just enjoy it.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Don't read this!

I've been on fire. Not just a little flame, but a big, growing flame(A quote from Tom & Jery)
It's been consuming me. I never felt this way before, not for this long anyway. So many thoughts. Both evil and good. But the evil ones mostly take over the good ones. They are a combination of frustration, dissatisfaction, jealousy, responsibility, and wickedness. Yes, I am very wicked nowadays, i admit it. My thoughts are wicked, my actions are wicked, my feelings are wicked and my words are wicked. The best feeling that is constatnly with me is Boredome. Yes, it has become my best feeling. For it lasted with me long enough to become so. I am not bored because i can't find something to enjoy, on the conrary, I have many endless things to enjoy, but they all have suddenly become.........uhm...........BORING.

One of my friends, Tareq, actually, he might be the only one who reads this crap, he told me that this is my world, and I should write what I feel, But, what I feel is just too fucking Boring, to be written or to be read. I am too fucking tired of what I feel, and I am too fucking sick of it. In fact I feel that I souldn't feel anymore. There was this article that I read somewhere, that someone, in China or Japan, was selling his soul on ebay or some other site. May be that's what I should do, I wonder, if I sold my sould, would I feel anymore? But if I sell it and it turned out that that's not what i wanted, then I'm gonna be in a fucked situation.

I should probably stop bitching about myself and do something uselfull with it. Fuck yeah! That's what I should do! Bu then again, FUCK that, I don't want to do anything usefull, as a matter of fact, i should do something really fucked up and stupid, yeah that should make me feel better.

Until i figure out what's the stupid thing im'ona do, I bid you goodbye....


Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The rise of the dead

It's been a while since i wrote something here. This blog is almost dead, i think, in fact, that its been dead since it was born, and it's starting to smell.

I've been thinking what should be the topice of this blog. I've given it alot of thought. But without coming to any good ones. I thought of making it music, then i thought of reviewing latest movies here, but then again I thought of dicussing computer related topics. They are all ...what should i, eh, hmm, copies, not original. I'm thinking of making something new, i don't know what still.

I thought of turning it into a tourist guide, if I may call it that. One that will talk about my country, Mauritania. But then, i thought, i don't have the material for that.

If you get any thoughts, please do share it, and if i like it and am able to do it, i won't deny you your credits....

Monday, April 10, 2006

Morning chat

boy·friend : (plural boy·friends), noun :

Intimate male friend: a man with whom somebody has a romantic

or sexual relationship.

Today I slept at 5:00 am.
I woke up at 8:00 am on the sound of my singing phone.
It was a girl.
I know her. I was close to putting the phone on Silence mode and continuing to sleep, but it has been a long time since i spoke to the girl, so I decided " what the hell!", let's have an early beautiful chat.

So, it was all the usual: " where have u been?", "I haven't seen u in a long time?", "I miss u!" blah blah blah. Then, one thing led to another, the conversation started getting interesting:
I: "How are ur friends?"
She:"They are ok. but they all are busy with their Boyfriends"
I: " well, so should u be"
She(surprised):"I don't have any BF"
I:"I don't believe u"
She:"I'm serious"
I:"How can a beautifull girl like urself not have a boyfriend?"
She(with a change in the tone):"Y don't u be my boyfriend?"
I was astonished. But I knew well what my answer would be.
So, with a cold and calm voice I answered: " I can't".

Friday, April 07, 2006


Blood has been shed, but there's more to be.

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