past is history…

i got my license…
i started a new program..
i graduated… again…
hesam left  home
new year came and before i opened my eyes, the party was over
malvin  pees and poops inside

but past is history, good only in memory
past no longer excite me… i need a jump too

And I realized
The more I go the more I keep back
I heard her on the radio dedicating a song to someone with a lot of affection and empty words while driving home
What I had missed all along was it’s only how I feel that it matters most, and I tend to forget how I feel or felt.

and I remember driving through the desert one cold night alone, staring into those street lanes dividing the road, all the sand and the desert it self. It was the road to Fujairah. somewhere along the way the darkness took over me, road and the whole desert. I remember I had Roads playing in the background and I thought to myself I will never forget this moment.

What I failed to keep, to memorize, to take away, was how I felt then and how I felt before and after that very moment.

When I heard her on radio tonight, memories filled my head, but I could not remember how I felt through all those moments,

In fact of all the memories and details of moments that I hold inside, of her and those before her, and of me and all that I remember ,,,,,

Malvin is humping his bed and the sight of that reminded me of what James said to us today, which has no relevance to what I was writing .

But like James said, if you hit a bird while driving, it had probably decided to suicide , you just drive on! Nature works in mysterious ways!

Malvin was de-sexed just recently, and if he’s still looking for something that doesn’t exist, I suppose I’m also searching in an empty space.

in the drunkest moment came an awaking truth
you can live free , away from it all (:

Today is…
Well ,it’s hot
Almost hot as a summer day in dubai
Except it’s not as sticky
Last night
Was Sting
Been a while since last concert I attended
New place is good
Even-though I gave her hell over making me move
I’m glad we moved
Uni is about to start in a month Graduation is a month away too
But it doesn’t feel as special as the first one

Work is
Well, too much I suppose
7 days a week
She’s getting annoyed by it
but she doesn’t understand

I finally paid off my bloody RAK credit card yesterday
All that interest and late payment fees
2 months of 7 days a week work to pay it off
Honestly if I knew I would never go back I wouldn’t have bothered

All and all
It’s just hot
And I need a good sunscreen

This year, i’ll be better.I’ll be more human.