tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106538662012-01-22T18:49:27.308+04:00meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.comBlogger1611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-43098774501612064392011-09-24T01:22:00.002+04:002011-10-09T22:46:02.299+04:00In all honesty,<br /><br />In all modesty,<br /><br />I don't need you.<br /><br />As I have the memory of you,<br /><br />Right here in my head.<br /><br />It wakes up with me, it sleeps when I sleep<br /><br />And believe me, it is strong.<br /><br />Stronger than your reality, than your present self,<br /><br />than you.<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />Go ahead,<br /><br />As I,<br /><br />... don't need you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4309877450161206439?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-55421424299568168652011-09-24T01:20:00.000+04:002011-09-24T01:22:08.995+04:00He who does not feel inspired, expires? I wonder.<br /><br />Talk about "inspiry" date.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5542142429956816865?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-44160382436404183992011-02-22T01:19:00.000+04:002011-02-22T01:22:00.100+04:00He: alone, me? No.  <br />She: not for an afternoon, not for a nap? <br />How can this be?<br /><br />He: not for a second, I tell you.<br />She: so you have "never" experienced solitude, you say?<br /><br />He: I try, I failed.<br />She: then, moments of loneliness you've never felt?<br /><br />He: picture this.<br /><br />each time I visit my solitude,<br />That's where I find you<br />Each time I escape to loneliness,<br />That's where you hide,<br />again.<br /><br />Lonely"less", lonely "mess",<br /><br />Unless,<br /><br />You reappear, <br /><br />That's what I fear..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4416038243640418399?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-25201469311391878392010-08-20T23:06:00.007+04:002010-08-20T23:32:10.443+04:00She: but This my love is forbidden. <br /><br />He: not really. why?<br /><br />She: what do you mean not really. You have a family.<br /><br />He: and?<br /><br />She: I don't believe you! You are a parent. You have a wife!! <br /><br />He: and? <br /><br />She: no "and". This IS the end.<br /><br />He: Do you know God?<br /><br />She: well, I hope I do.<br /><br />He: did anyone question That relationship?<br /><br />She: ?<br /><br />He: well, to me, you are a god. a muse, my god, my muse.<br /><br />She: and burn in hell i say you shall.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2520146931139187839?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-44531320041687085122010-08-14T17:52:00.003+04:002010-08-14T17:57:37.949+04:00He: so, are you sure about your theory, Mr. Darwin?<br /><br />He: "Apes"olutely!<br /><br />He: !?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4453132004168708512?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-83767337677543949382010-06-05T18:04:00.002+04:002010-08-20T23:05:41.654+04:00She: what are you reading honey?<br /><br />He: the worst case scenario.<br /><br />She: interesting!<br /><br />He: yeah! And i am considering taking the leading role!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-8376733767754394938?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-28022855248701633642010-05-10T21:55:00.003+04:002010-05-15T18:13:20.667+04:00He: high maintenance? Me?<br /><br />She: ...and what would you call this performance?<br /><br />He: demanding? Really?<br /><br />She: what would you call that? Then?<br /><br />He: very simple. Pure balance!<br /><br />She: you are such a character! And the balance of what would that be?<br /><br />He: the balance of me.<br /><br />She: and what am I to do!<br /><br />He: every now and then, I will tell you when, balance. <br /><br />She: ?<br /><br />He: the tires honey!<br /><br />She: ?<br /><br />He: for my trips!<br /><br />She: come on! which trips?<br /><br />He: my ego trips! <br /><br />She: ?<br /><br />He: Have to keep running... You know!<br /><br />She: Close the door, behind you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2802285524870163364?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-44581633113092181692010-03-28T08:42:00.002+04:002010-03-29T09:51:07.361+04:00Two days ago,<br /><br />I slipped your mind<br />Jumped into conclusions<br />Fell in love<br />And<br />Broke my heart!<br /><br />As simple as that!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4458163311309218169?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-36027668546520524102010-03-05T22:10:00.000+04:002010-03-05T22:14:39.823+04:00I am writing to tell you I have nothing to tell you. <br /><br />And<br /><br />I am writing to say I have nothing to say. <br /><br />You might want to answer, you might want to not. <br /><br />I wouldn't really bother, if this letter I got. <br /><br />I am empty<br />My pen is empty<br />My house is empty<br />My future is empty<br /><br />Fill in the blanks<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3602766854652052410?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-13425217927449546702009-12-07T02:28:00.003+04:002009-12-07T02:31:16.019+04:00You passed my mind,<br /><br />today,<br /><br />like any other day,<br /><br />for the past "how many" years now.<br /><br />yet,<br /><br />today,<br /><br />from the "how many" days,<br /><br />I thought,<br /><br />I would let you know...<br /><br />Good day!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1342521792744954670?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-4670477208148691582009-12-07T02:27:00.001+04:002009-12-07T02:28:18.326+04:00... and I suddenly realized that i was already,<br /><br />thirsty tree!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-467047720814869158?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-37317201914897934312009-08-03T00:02:00.004+04:002009-08-03T00:33:03.522+04:00The mentor, the father, the friend<br /><br />...<br /><br />The lunch, the laugh, the call<br /><br />The remaining memory of it all<br /><br />...<br /><br />The last minute, "care"fully intensive goodbye<br /><br />The illusion of a hope so high.<br /><br />...<br /><br />The fall, the loss, the grief.<br /><br />...<br /><br />The lack of a speech<br /><br />The lack of your hand to reach<br /><br />...<br /><br />The one and only medication,<br /><br />a sad and lonely dedication<br /><br />...<br /><br />to you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3731720191489793431?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-9975612549390829182009-07-19T02:26:00.003+04:002009-07-19T02:40:34.895+04:00He: <br /><br /><strong>as near as</strong> I am<br /><br />of being with you...<br /><br /><br /><strong>as far as</strong> I am concerned, <br /><br />of "being" without you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-997561254939082918?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-14819852334729785732009-07-04T12:32:00.000+04:002009-07-04T12:51:14.535+04:00He: you know, I was thinking yesterday, and ...<br /><br />She: well, that's a premiere!<br /><br />He: yeah, ..., so I was thinking that,<br /><br />Couples experiencing blind love should actually leave the room immediately, go to the nearest convenience store, get a walking stick, and if necessary a guide dog. <br /><br />Safer and much more appropriate. <br /><br />It's good this doesn't apply to our love! Hein?<br /><br />A sightful relationship!<br /><br />She: I "see". I "see". <br /><br />He: I was sure you would agree with me on that one. <br /><br />She: definitely, almost blindly I must say!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1481985233472978573?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-33735407586722734462009-05-17T22:48:00.005+04:002009-05-17T23:48:46.172+04:00He: it's midnight again.<br /><br />She: is it?<br /><br />He: it's bedtime again.<br /><br />She: is it?<br /><br />He: it's dream time again.<br /><br />She: is it?<br /><br />He: it's dark, it's lonely again.<br /><br />She: is it?<br /><br />He: it's your time, a gain.<br /><br />She: is it?<br /><br />He: it is. it is.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3373540758672273446?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-47640261977167433302009-04-27T08:23:00.000+04:002009-04-27T08:31:23.400+04:00She: so did you visit the clinic?<br /><br />He: I did, again, yesterday. <br /><br />She: and what did your doctor say!<br /><br />He: he said, listen, don't be alarmed or anything, but...<br /><br />She: yes!!<br /><br />He: you are developping some rare kind of brain "hu"mour!<br /><br />She: so funny. <br /><br />He: I swear, he even gave me prescriptions!<br /><br />She: come on!<br /><br />He: he said, you better start taking regular infusions of "notfunnyatol"<br /><br />She: ha ha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4764026197716743330?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-79642060934662226592009-04-02T08:39:00.002+04:002009-04-02T08:58:58.208+04:00He: for old times sake,<br /><br />I am on my way to work<br />I am listening to the Diva<br /><br />The track is titled: "The bumble bee path"<br /><br />She is trying to say:<br /><br />Just in case you leave me <br />And <br />In that case forget about me<br /><br />Keep remembering me<br />And<br />Remember the path of the "bumble bee". <br /><br />And that is exactly what I am doing!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7964206093466222659?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-6248381302835013892009-01-15T23:29:00.001+04:002009-01-16T10:19:12.633+04:00She: Honey?<br />He: yes?<br /><br />She: allow me to summarize?<br />He: yes?<br /><br />She: life. <br />He: go ahead<br /><br />She: your father is dead, and I'm pregnant!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-624838130283501389?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-72757960812640520742008-12-30T16:30:00.000+04:002008-12-30T18:27:43.884+04:00He: <br /><br />"<br />Passed when I was not<br />Left right before I got<br />before I reached<br />the promised spot.<br /><br />Passed when I was not<br />long after the day was shut<br />long before<br />the final dot.<br /><br />inspired by a pain, a true<br />that lady I never knew<br />that girl I so long to view<br />that chance well over due<br /><br />Visible for the lucky few,<br />the virtual essence of you."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7275796081264052074?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-16375531995423093592008-11-25T00:37:00.004+04:002008-11-25T00:41:38.444+04:00He: do you like animals?<br />She: of course!!<br /><br />He: you do?<br />She: Honey. I used to have a chimpanzee at home when I was a kid<br /><br />He: really?<br />She: Yes, so cute, so friendly!<br /><br />He: and?<br />She: we had this special bond, you know?<br /><br />He: ahan?<br />She: Yes, really, until one day...<br /><br />He: yes?!<br />She: He got so jealous, he attacked my brother!<br /><br />He: and?<br />She: we had to send him away!<br /><br />He: really?<br />She: yes, it was the last time I saw my brother!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1637553199542309359?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-67310939839752633612008-11-05T23:50:00.002+04:002008-11-05T23:55:01.820+04:00He: what's up lady?<br />She: I hate you, that's what's up!<br /><br />He: really, and why is that?<br />She: you never give me credit for anything<br /><br />He: are you nuts baby! with all the financial crisis we are going through?<br />She: ok then, just leave me a loan!<br /><br />He: ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6731093983975263361?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-61560359715405734612008-11-05T23:40:00.004+04:002008-11-05T23:49:50.910+04:00She: Honey, I am heading to the supermarket.<br />He: ok<br /><br />She: do you want me to get you anything?<br />He: your smile, maybe?<br /><br />She: priceless, my dear, priceless<br />He: don't ever doubt my purchasing power<br /><br />She: even if, honey, even if...<br />and since you mentioned, from this moment on, we are out of stock!<br /><br />He: damn limited offers!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6156035971540573461?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-65350785583571286232008-10-27T01:32:00.001+04:002008-10-27T01:49:36.596+04:00He: honey come on, it's 2:00 am, we're both tired and I think this whole story can wait till tomorrow morning!<br /><br />She:...<br /><br />He: come on! Let's get some rest!<br /><br />She: I don't think we need to wait actually! And I don't need the rest!<br /><br />He: what do you mean? Wait!!<br /><br />She: you just gave me the answer! You just did it!<br /><br />He: me?!<br /><br />She: go to sleep darling, you're tired! and I'll sue you tomorrow morning!<br /><br />He: sue? Who?<br /><br />She: yes, you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6535078558357128623?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-62573874875158506232008-10-24T00:55:00.000+04:002008-10-24T01:01:31.720+04:00He: I wonder if?<br />She: if?<br /><br />He: you remember where...<br />She: where?<br /><br />He: we met<br />She: met?<br /><br />He: not yet?<br />She: I do remember<br /><br />He: you do?<br />She: what?<br /><br />He: remember!<br />She: ah yes, I recall now<br /><br />He: how was it?<br />She: it?<br /><br />He: never mind<br />She: I had it, somewhere, in the back of my mind<br /><br />He: do you mind, if?<br />She: what?<br /><br />He: if, we forget<br />She: not really<br /><br />He: really?<br />She: as long as...<br /><br />He: as it stays the way it is<br />She: same as it was<br /><br />He: the day we met<br />She: now I remember<br /><br />He: ...<br />She: ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6257387487515850623?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-50288281951772355072008-10-02T01:21:00.002+04:002008-10-02T01:29:11.507+04:00He: It's been a while we didn't talk, did you notice?<br />She: I noticed, but you didn't<br /><br />He: I miss your sarcasm<br /> I miss your attitude<br /> I miss your moods<br /> I miss your anger<br /> I miss your character<br /> I miss your ...<br /> I miss ... <br /><br />She: and most of all, you miss the point<br /><br />He: hein!<br /><br />She: exactly.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5028828195177235507?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-12154529527384404252008-09-01T02:08:00.004+04:002008-09-01T02:14:49.801+04:00He: Honey, I had a dream<br />She: really, what was it?<br /><br />He: You, Honey, You.<br />She: and?<br /><br />He: I had a dream, I have a reality!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1215452952738440425?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-36576257417377076552008-08-22T00:19:00.003+04:002008-08-22T00:30:06.012+04:00He: Oh my God!<br />She: what's up baby?<br /><br />He: I had such a tough day today!<br />She: ...<br /><br />He: for a moment there, I thought:<br />"stop, stop, everything should just stop,<br />right then, right there..."<br /><br />She: did you?<br />He: I thought:<br />"come on, this is becoming ridiculous!"<br /><br />She: ...<br />He: "what the hell am I doing here?"<br /><br />She:...<br />He: and suddenly, while I was going down,<br />I saw this baby,<br />on a cover of this magazine,<br />he smiled at me,<br />he just smiled,<br />at me.<br /><br />She: baby, baby!<br />He: and all of a sudden<br />out of nowhere,<br />I started climbing back again!<br /><br />She:...<br />He: i just thought:<br />"come on, you have a lot to build,<br />You can't just slip now!"<br /><br />She: you crazy architect of me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3657625741737707655?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-29125418673775121162008-08-18T23:28:00.005+04:002008-08-18T23:47:02.128+04:00He: Did you notice we are getting married on a Friday?<br />She: Yes, so?<br /><br />He: And a good Friday it's gonna be!<br />She: What do you mean good Friday?<br /><br />He: ??<br />She: I hope you are not referring to the Crucifixion and the walk to Golgotha!<br /><br />He: Honey, oh Honey!<br />She: ...<br /><br />He: I was actually thinking of the day after!<br />the morning after!<br />the resurrection...<br /><br />She: ...<br />He: of the great start it's going to be!<br /><br />She: Halleluia!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2912541867377512116?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-11818679871370101112008-08-14T01:52:00.002+04:002008-08-14T02:05:11.439+04:00She: Happy Birthday dear!<br />He: hah!<br /><br />She: you seem upset?<br />He: me? no.<br /><br />She: yes, you seem like you just want to stop time from running!<br />He: no, not really.<br /><br />She: come on, let us be honest, tell me?..<br />tell me, how is it like, that feeling of getting old, older.<br /><br />He: nothing special, tomorrow is like yesterday<br />and today is like the day after<br />only one difference i would record, ...<br /><br />She: only one?<br /><br />He: yes, one difference.<br />and that difference is you<br />the first day, you are you<br />the next day, you are new<br />and on both days, i am happy to be growing older,<br />and older facing the forever new, the never ending You.<br /><br />She: I love you, birthday boy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1181867987137010111?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-14354543642125851332008-08-12T00:14:00.004+04:002008-08-12T00:28:38.116+04:00[...]<br /><br />He: So. All that time, you were upset and you didn't say a word?<br />She: Yes<br /><br />He: And now you want to leave, just like that?<br />She: Yes<br /><br />He: God, all that time!<br />She: Yes<br /><br />He: I honestly thought i was actually thinking in the right direction<br />She: you were, honey, you were!<br /><br />He: what do you mean?!?<br />She: from day one, you were "sinking", and always in the right direction<br /><br />He: hein?!?<br />She: and down and down you go!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1435454364212585133?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-36369496529745782072008-08-05T23:23:00.002+04:002008-08-05T23:29:57.271+04:00He: you're hell of a serial killer, you know?<br />She: me?<br /><br />He: yes you, and you know why?<br />She: ???<br /><br />He: i have noticed that,<br /><br />when you walk into a room<br />"hundred" per scent killer you are,<br />the scent of "you" and the hundreds of "us"<br /><br />She: so sue me, honey!<br />He: I can't<br /><br />She: and why is that?<br />He: you killed me already.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3636949652974578207?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-83964368098233252052008-08-05T23:16:00.002+04:002008-08-05T23:23:26.972+04:00She: where were you?<br />He: out for dinner.<br /><br />She: yeah? with whom?<br />He: friends<br /><br />She: anything interesting?<br />He: actually yes,<br />a friend was talking about marriage and half souls situations<br /><br />She: interesting!<br />He: and you know what he said:<br /><br />"you know how Two soul mates end up like One?<br />it's because and only because,<br />it's a man's soul turning to None,<br />and a woman's soul turning to One!"<br /><br />She: too late for maths, honey!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-8396436809823325205?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-59341297155876480952008-07-28T20:43:00.005+04:002008-08-22T00:34:34.382+04:00She: you know what i hate about you?<br />He: no, what?<br /><br />She: almost everything!<br />He: yes, but you cannot deny, you said almost!<br /><br />She: yeah! Almost!<br />and you know what?<br /><br />He: What?<br /><br />She: most of all, i hate You.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5934129715587648095?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-34736567311935577162008-07-07T01:11:00.002+04:002008-07-07T01:22:50.465+04:00She: can you stop that?<br /><br />He: what?<br /><br />She: I can't believe it, I can't believe you.<br /><br />He: what is it? what?<br /><br />She: the minute i think I can rely on you...<br /><br />He: yes?!<br /><br />She: that same minute, ...<br /><br />He: yes?!<br /><br />She: you "re-lie" on me!<br /><br />He: Oh! come on!<br /><br />She: no.<br /><br />He: come on,stop that crap,<br />come on, lie next to me..<br /><br />She: no, no, Liar, Liar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3473656731193557716?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-61400405693053894532008-06-25T01:32:00.002+04:002008-06-25T01:42:17.883+04:00He: did I hurt you lately?<br /><br />She: yes, you did.<br /><br />He: and for that i feel sad.<br /><br />She: you know what!<br /><br />He: what?<br /><br />She: you are the sad"ist" person i have ever met!<br /><br />He: ooohh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6140040569305389453?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-90083936753767330822008-06-16T21:53:00.004+04:002008-06-25T01:28:07.680+04:00He: you know what the old Indian proverb says?<br />She: what?<br /><br />He: I quote,...<br />She: go ahead!<br /><br />He: "Life without love is like food without spices"<br />She: "Curry" on, then... and love me.<br /><br />He: you, you, you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-9008393675376733082?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-65878611589526309472008-06-07T21:55:00.002+04:002008-06-07T22:11:45.938+04:00He: I wonder if we will ever agree on anything?<br />She: I was just thinking the same!<br /><br />He: there you go. Gotcha!<br />She: I love you, little devil!<br /><br /><em>dedicated to H & J.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6587861158952630947?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-33914925984789562732008-05-27T13:59:00.004+04:002008-05-30T00:52:57.267+04:00He: Allo?<br />She: Allo?<br /><br />He: Can you hear me?<br />She: Yes<br /><br />He: Can you hear me?<br />She: Yes<br /><br />He: Allo, can you hear me?<br />She: Yes, Yes!<br /><br />He: Ok, great.<br />She: What? Great?<br /><br />He: Allo?<br />She: Yes, Allo, I can hear you.<br /><br />He: Shit, the minute is over.<br />She: What?<br /><br />He: Shit...<br />She: ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3391492598478956273?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-24261435898546896002008-05-22T23:56:00.004+04:002008-05-27T00:05:48.217+04:00She: what 's behind the sad face?<br />He: a story.<br /><br />She: am here, am listening?<br />He: i met a beggar.<br /><br />She: ..<br />He: we looked at each others briefly<br /><br />She: ..<br />He: he was begging for money i was ready to give<br /><br />She: ..<br />He: i was begging for gratitude he was ready to give back.<br /><br />She: going back to basics...<br />He: I "beg" your pardon?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2426143589854689600?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-27120269671260290442008-05-20T23:42:00.003+04:002008-05-20T23:54:41.915+04:00He: are you awake?<br />She: yes.<br /><br />He: why?<br />She: why are you asking?<br /><br />He: because I am too.<br />She: why?<br /><br />He: I cannot sleep alone!<br />She: what do you mean? I am here, in your arms, am i not?<br /><br />He: yes I know, I know, but you, you are awake.<br />She: indeed, I am.<br /><br />He: anything bothering you, then?<br />She: honestly, yes.<br /><br />He: Mmmm! you wanna talk?<br />She: no, not really; do you want to?<br /><br />He: can we "sleep" on it, for tonight's sake?<br />She: apparently, no.<br /><br />He: turn on the lights, then<br />She: no, lights would reveal...<br /><br />He: reveal? what?<br />She: my tears, my silent night tears.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2712026967126029044?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-61604786887970321312008-05-19T22:25:00.003+04:002008-05-19T22:57:57.233+04:00He: honey, honey.<br /><br />She: yes, yes.<br /><br />He: honey, did you hear the news?<br /><br />She: no, no. what is it?<br /><br />He: a couple was sentenced to death today!<br /><br />She: really, why?<br /><br />He: they met during a business trip to Paris, apparently<br /><br />She: and?<br /><br />He: they fell in love, instantly.<br /><br />She: and?<br /><br />He: they got married, directly.<br /><br />She: and?<br /><br />He: they came back home, eventually.<br /><br />She: and?<br /><br />He: they told their respective partners, unfortunately.<br /><br />She: ahan, and?<br /><br />He: it made a big fuss, obviously.<br /><br />She: and?!?<br /><br />He: they were shot to death, separately, dramatically...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6160478688797032131?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-78773421263536038192008-05-05T23:28:00.001+04:002008-05-05T23:37:50.498+04:00He: I have missed so many turning points in my life, and I never even realized why, where or when<br /><br />She: I wonder how?<br /><br />He: How, what?<br /><br />She: how could one notice a point turn?<br /><br />He: exactly. This is when I decided,<br />To draw a line. <br /><br />She: and my attention!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7877342126353603819?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-373280780630491042008-04-24T21:58:00.000+04:002008-04-24T22:03:10.816+04:00He: I have an idea, honey!<br /><br />She: share with me, ...<br /><br />He: why don't you marry, me. And then I WILL share it with you, definitely?<br /><br />She: the idea? You mean?<br /><br />He: Life honey, life. Got it?<br /><br />She: I guess, yes, I got the idea!<br /><br />He: would you share it with me?<br /><br />She: my life, yes, My love!<br /><br />He: God, I love you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-37328078063049104?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-90552281265154569142008-04-14T21:51:00.000+04:002008-04-14T21:52:43.420+04:00Well,<br />It's been a while since I last wrote<br />For,<br />It's been a while since I last thought.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-9055228126515456914?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-33045571109558821412008-03-30T23:37:00.002+04:002008-03-30T23:43:36.966+04:00He:<br /><br />"Nota bene:<br /><br />I have been alone for such a long time,<br /><br />that I actually forgot,<br /><br />when was the last time<br /><br />I felt lonely.<br /><br />Bene?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3304557110955882141?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-73501831226797952122008-03-28T01:05:00.000+04:002008-03-28T01:20:33.363+04:00She: honey? Are you asleep already?<br /><br />He: Yes!<br /><br />She: honey, I can't sleep, my mind is mixed up tonight<br /><br />He: mmm?<br /><br />She: I've tried, I've really tried<br /><br />I close my eyes,<br />I picture you old,<br />Old and without me, and I, then, I cannot sleep<br /><br />He: same here, honey, same here!<br /><br />She: is it?<br /><br />He: well,<br /><br />I close my eyes,<br />and picture myself old and with you, <br />and then, how could I sleep?<br /><br />She: strange hein!<br />Anyhow, good fight darling!<br /><br />He: good fight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7350183122679795212?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-64757125476760290022008-03-21T00:03:00.000+04:002008-03-21T00:08:13.851+04:00She: are you ready to die for me?<br /><br />He: why? Are you ready to kill me?<br /><br />She: mmm, you know what I love about you?<br /><br />He: ?!<br /><br />She: you always seem to get my point!<br /><br />He: Oh my God, am dead!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6475712547676029002?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-33428134404371887912008-03-14T01:17:00.000+04:002008-03-14T01:21:58.073+04:00Yes,<br /><br />I have reached that point in time<br />Where,<br /><br />I picture myself on a pedestal in a public piazza<br /><br />And I, simultaneously,<br />Am standing right under,<br />And yes,<br /><br />Venerating that pedestal,<br /><br />Of mee. <br /><br />Pathetic, ain't it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3342813440437188791?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-70460502045957523462008-03-12T23:20:00.000+04:002008-03-12T23:23:11.508+04:00She: I need a break, really. I need a break<br /><br />He: well, I can break your neck, if you're insisting? Really!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7046050204595752346?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-4514663531227448992008-03-10T17:23:00.003+04:002008-03-10T17:31:09.230+04:00He: we have to schedule a meeting, you know?<br /><br />She: a meeting? ...? for?<br /><br />He: we need to discuss the best way forward<br /><br />She: indeed, we do.<br /><br />He: so, ... when do you think this could be arranged?<br /><br />She: soon, very soon.<br /><br />let me first prepare my hand over report<br />and then, ..<br /><br />He: then? when?<br /><br />She: then, in order to avoid abortive work, i would suggest you meet directly with the eventual new "candidate"! right?<br /><br />He: where are you going? wait?!<br /><br />She: well, just now, just here, i have resigned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-451466353122744899?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-24127111588805723252008-03-04T21:04:00.002+04:002008-03-04T18:48:12.335+04:00what if,<br />i was never born.<br /><br />what if,<br />your parents never met.<br /><br />what if,<br />i grew up in Tanzania<br />and what if,<br />you were raised in the North pole<br /><br />what if I,<br />was a pizza delivery boy in Sydney<br />and what if You,<br />were the daughter of a French poet<br /><br />well, then, and if ifs have been the truth<br /><br />Then earth, the world and the whole universe,<br />would have lost a chance for a great love to be.<br /><br />if i may say.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2412711158880572325?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-22659148673667029882008-03-01T00:29:00.003+04:002008-03-01T00:37:06.694+04:00She: honey, have you noticed the keyboard, lately?<br /><br />He: the keyboard, no!<br /><br />She: honey, today i was writing you a letter, and...<br /><br />He: the keyboard!?<br /><br />She: i was writing a letter, <br /><br />and when i reached the " I love U" part, i noticed...<br /><br />He: yes?<br /><br />She: Have you noticed that, "U" and "I" are side by side?<br /><br />He: no?<br /><br />She: Well, at least there, I am right next to U.<br /><br />He: Come closer then, come.<br /><br />and let I hug U, tonight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2265914867366702988?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-29465616411693560542008-02-15T17:49:00.001+04:002008-02-16T14:25:34.965+04:00<strong>Frenchly</strong> speaking,<br /><br />I loved you<br /><br />I love you<br /><br />I love you<strong>rais</strong>.<br /><br />Point final.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2946561641169356054?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-60268545854960053122008-02-11T01:33:00.000+04:002008-02-11T01:43:48.095+04:00He: i love you, <br /><br />for CENTI-MENTAL reasons!!<br /><br />She: wow!!!<br /><br />how accurate!<br /><br />He: and you, do you?<br /><br />She: equally, no.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6026854585496005312?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-8673267173444790782008-02-11T01:07:00.000+04:002008-02-11T01:11:13.366+04:00He: yesterday eve, i stayed up all night.<br /><br />She: why?<br /><br />He: actually, i was looking down at the moon...<br /><br />She: how come? were you out in space?<br /><br />He: no, not really, but the moon was.<br /><br />She: mmmmm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-867326717344479078?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-38656296991743826362008-01-28T00:09:00.000+04:002008-01-28T00:17:27.958+04:00Speak low,<br /><br />I don't hear you.<br /><br />Speak low,<br /><br />I can't come near you.<br /><br />Speak low, Speak low...<br /><br />Oh God, i fear you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3865629699174382636?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-68519354262470635252008-01-27T23:57:00.000+04:002008-01-28T00:06:59.233+04:00She: I have feelings for you, don't you know?<br /><br />He: Really?? I, have feelings for you.<br /><br />She: I love you, I love you.<br /><br />He: hein! no, actually, i HAVE feelings for you indeed, but..<br /><br />She: but? what?<br /><br />He: but, different, a little bit different.<br /><br />She: and?<br /><br />He: End.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6851935426247063525?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-51731365086342646362008-01-18T22:20:00.000+04:002008-01-18T22:31:13.953+04:00He: I don't know what to say, really.<br /><br />She: What is it you want to say?<br /><br />He: I, I...<br /><br />She: What, tell me?<br /><br />He: I wanted to tell you, that,<br /> no matter what happens, <br /> I wanted to tell you, that whatever has to be<br /> I, I...<br /> <br />She: Are you OK?<br /><br />He: No actually, I am not.<br /> I am not OK.<br /> I am actually, Knocked Out.<br /> Ok?<br /><br />She: Oh, really?! Ok!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5173136508634264636?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-55889803771947401702008-01-09T00:29:00.000+04:002008-01-09T00:36:00.711+04:00I have never realised that road to love is paved with hate<br />until I hated myself for not loving you.<br /><br />Enough of that now, and tell me:<br /><br />What are your plans for tomorrows?<br />Because, Honey,<br />For you,<br /><br />I have got plans.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5588980377194740170?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-11292007892947542192008-01-05T20:17:00.001+04:002008-01-18T22:46:53.791+04:00He: listen, i noticed recently, ...<br /><br />He: what?<br /><br />He: one of the main aspects of loneliness is the "luxury of time"<br /><br />He: hein?<br /><br />He: yes indeed, a luxury that is anything but luxurious.<br /><br />He: hein?<br /><br />He: Never mind...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1129200789294754219?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-29214055268303520482008-01-03T17:10:00.000+04:002008-01-04T18:15:32.203+04:00I don't want to be the center of the universe<br />I know the place..<br /><br />It is cold and lonely.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2921405526830352048?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-14885289921849762972008-01-02T03:22:00.000+04:002008-01-04T02:11:49.705+04:00He: Well, as you know, i am a very talented person<br />i am very funny, generous, friendly,<br />outgoing, smart, good looking,<br />innovative, tactful, stylish.<br />I am a good listener, talkative,<br />always available, smiling,<br />I care about my friends<br />I love my family<br />I am good at what i do<br />I love my work<br />and in my field i am an ace,<br />I love life, I love to be loved, and love in return<br />I am ..<br />I do..<br />I will..<br />I have..<br /><br />[...] but enough about me,<br />tell me "a bit" about you?<br /><br />She: Well, obviously, there is not much space for you, me and You.<br />I will leave You both, or both of You, to enjoy the rest of the night<br />with you and You and you...<br />and whenever you are through,<br />I will be around,<br />and probably,<br />most probably around You.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1488528992184976297?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-4861107779080323942007-12-29T22:11:00.000+04:002007-12-29T22:20:01.869+04:00He: So?<br /><br />He: What?<br /><br />He: Festive?<br /><br />He: No, sad.<br /><br />He: Satire, no?<br /><br />He: hehe, talk about happy new tears.<br /><br />He: [...] and let the new year begin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-486110777908032394?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-10763019654552948772007-12-11T00:41:00.000+04:002007-12-11T00:51:37.230+04:00He: are you ok?<br /><br />He: not really...<br /><br />He: what is it?<br /><br />He: she.<br /><br />He: is it that time of year?<br /><br />He: it is. it is.<br /><br />He: and what is it? move on, what are you waiting for?<br /><br />He: laugh all you want my friend,<br /><br />close the door and leave..<br /><br />as for me, as for the little boy in me,<br /><br />this year and every year<br /><br />i will wait for Christmas and Eve..<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />just leave.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1076301965455294877?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-31603047251259400732007-12-08T01:34:00.000+04:002007-12-08T01:57:51.582+04:00He: you know my love, we need to talk<br /><br />She: and?<br /><br />He: Seriously, i have so many things to tell you<br /><br />She: and?<br /><br />He: Come on,<br /><br />listen to me<br />listen to me..<br />[...]<br /><br />what?<br />what?<br /><br />She: Calm down my love, calm down...<br />what do u mean we need to talk?<br /><br />We ARE the "couple of words".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3160304725125940073?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-85377746865055478782007-12-04T01:54:00.000+04:002007-12-04T01:57:43.077+04:00Bonaparte would probably never remember all of his won battles<br /><br />but he surely, would never forget Waterloo.. no?<br /><br /><br />When will you ever step out of my mind,<br /><br />dear Waterloo of my heart?<br /><br />When?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-8537774686505547878?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-47031641082021025642007-12-04T00:25:00.000+04:002007-12-04T00:36:32.125+04:00She: Allo?<br /><br />He: Allo.<br /><br />She: Oh God, i missed you!!<br /><br />He: Allo.<br /><br />She: Oh God, i need your presence..<br /><br />He: Allo.<br /><br />She: Oh God, the kids want you here<br /><br />He: Allo.<br /><br />She: Oh God!! Can you hear me Honey??<br /><br />He: the number you have dialed is currently unavailable;<br /> please try again, later.. the number you have dia....<br /><br />She: Oh God!! Oh God!!<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />She cried again, now<br />She cried again, later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4703164108202102564?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-76832540506394790782007-11-27T01:33:00.000+04:002007-11-30T13:21:50.104+04:00Back stage 1:<br /><br />I look at you<br />i propose..<br /><br />Back stage 2:<br /><br />I think of you<br />i propose..<br /><br />Back stage 3:<br /><br />I dream of you<br />i propose..<br /><br />till the day,<br />we meet<br /><br />and,<br /><br />I propose to You.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7683254050639479078?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-50169975851037514042007-11-24T22:49:00.000+04:002007-11-24T23:02:15.874+04:00He: Mmm!!<br /><br />She: What?<br /><br />He: God I feel so powerful and all mighty today!!<br /><br />She: You know honey,<br />whenever your ego hits the roof<br />whenever you think you're bullet proof<br /><br />trust me,<br />trust the moon not me,<br />and quickly, out of a balcony<br />look up,<br />feel the universe<br />scale and fit your little self to it<br /><br />then, and only then<br />tell me how you feel,<br />how small you are in real..<br /><br />He: Mmmmmm!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5016997585103751404?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-44381479714488980922007-11-20T22:44:00.000+04:002007-11-20T22:56:19.995+04:00No One could stop the course of life<br /><br />Unless it is the Life itself..<br /><br /><br />Sleep peacefuly dear old lady<br /><br /><br />Farewell to you, <br /><br />Ms. <strong>R</strong>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4438147971448898092?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-57431105728402963152007-11-18T23:38:00.001+04:002007-11-19T00:18:20.723+04:00hey, hey<br /><br />yes..<br />it is true<br />orgasmic statements are not that true..<br /><br />and yes, <br /><br />orgasmic "i love you"s<br />are a bit blown out of proportion<br /><br />but yet,<br />again,<br /><br />illogic is he who,<br />underestimates an orgasm!!<br /><br />no?<br /><br />Ohhh!! Ohhh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5743110572840296315?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-47095782565330358082007-11-17T22:51:00.000+04:002007-11-18T00:24:49.265+04:00[...]<br /><br />Sit down dear<br /><br />i need to confess<br />i went to the doctor today<br /><br />it seems i am, <br />i am sick<br /><br />i have to admit<br />lately i felt it<br />i am tired<br /><br />wait, don't leave just yet..<br />i have to be honest here<br />you have to hear this<br />you have to know the truth<br /><br />i said:<br />Doctor, i am sick and tired<br /><br />he said:<br />unfortunately, my son<br />your mind is dying<br />your mind is dead<br />your disease has no cure<br />in fact, your sickness is ...<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />the doctor went on and on<br />the doctor went on and on<br /><br />but me,<br />i was not there anymore<br />but he,<br />he was not there anymore<br /><br />you were there<br />you were everywhere<br /><br />your voice<br />i heard your voice<br /><br />you said:<br />"don't you worry my love,<br /><br />don't mind your mind<br /><br />my little boy<br /><br />feel your heart beat,<br /><br />...<br /><br />your mind."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4709578256533035808?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-2732221868244837832007-11-17T12:44:00.000+04:002007-11-17T12:53:50.732+04:00He: Where have you been?<br /><br />She: Here..<br /><br />He: Where? Here?<br /><br />She: almost, somewhere near!!<br /><br />He: but, but, i didn't notice!! you were here?<br /><br />She: A mazing!<br /><br />He: A mazing indeed!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-273222186824483783?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-53726784571791637082007-11-16T17:33:00.000+04:002007-11-16T17:36:18.327+04:00i am trying,<br />God knows am trying.<br /><br />then again,<br />i am failing..<br /><br />again,<br />and again<br /><br />Trial END error,<br />please.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5372678457179163708?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-35723532189136732692007-10-14T03:53:00.000+04:002007-10-14T03:58:29.515+04:00Let's see!!<br /><br />lately i don't sleep a lot<br />because i am thinking of you<br /><br />and i can't wait every night<br />to fall asleep<br />to start dreaming of you<br /><br />and between this and that<br />i am loosing my mind,<br />my job,<br />my weight,<br />my days,<br />my nights,<br /><br />and you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3572353218913673269?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-47004957739951964942007-10-09T11:20:00.000+04:002007-10-09T18:17:07.475+04:00[continued]<br /><br />God who created the universe in <strong>7 days</strong><br /><br />is required, today,<br /><br />to end it all in <strong>1 day.</strong><br /><br />please, urgently.<br /><br />[done]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4700495773995196494?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-53438530774704662812007-09-30T23:14:00.000+04:002007-09-30T23:23:45.481+04:00Well,<br /><br /><br />Next time you have to fail,<br /><br /><br />Kindly try, for a change,<br /><br /><br />Failing your next failure<br /><br /><br />All right?<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />to be continued<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5343853077470466281?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-30618038287401988102007-09-28T00:28:00.000+04:002007-09-28T00:33:25.425+04:00Yes, it is true...<br /><br />it has been a while<br />since i last visited a church<br /><br />but what good does it do?<br />my God,<br /><br />if God for me is you,<br /><br />and if in my little humble house,<br />everyday,<br /><br />i thank God for having You<br /><br />yes, it is true.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3061803828740198810?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-5822523547823755102007-09-25T00:47:00.000+04:002007-09-25T01:39:10.973+04:00Fatal enough,<br /><br />the eventual end of every happy moment is sorrow,<br /><br />"The" sorrow itself..<br /><br /><br />Why don't you smile little soul,<br /><br />for your tears will start dropping<br /><br />soon,<br /><br />again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-582252354782375510?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-1769694490765660692007-09-15T02:28:00.000+04:002007-09-15T11:18:04.081+04:00She said: it's hard<br /><br />it's oh so difficult.<br /><br />what shall we do?<br /><br /><br />He said: Honey,<br /><br />just think about it..<br /><br />without the winds,<br /><br />without the waves,<br /><br />the ship will never sail<br /><br />ever..<br /><br />ever thought about that?<br /><br /><br />She said: i love you,<br /><br />my little philosopher.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-176969449076566069?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-23565359195387359382007-08-31T17:26:00.000+04:002007-09-04T21:24:40.223+04:00Rule n:01: your eyes.<br /><br />Rule n:02: your smile<br /><br />Rule n:03: your scent<br /><br />Rule n:04: your hands<br /><br />Rule n:05: ...<br /><br /><br />you rule honey,<br /><br />you rule.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-2356535919538735938?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-46282638588823377772007-08-14T23:19:00.000+04:002007-08-14T23:22:07.662+04:00today is my birthday,<br />tomorrow is my first day<br />and after is the second day<br />until next time<br />until next year<br />when again<br />it is my birthday<br />and again my first day<br />and after my second day<br /><br />and yes, it is a long way<br />hopefuly.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4628263858882337777?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-81871756295687638412007-08-10T17:50:00.000+04:002007-08-10T17:57:30.257+04:00He: Have we met before?<br /><br />She: I guess no.<br /><br />He: I don't know why<br /><br />but i felt somehow,<br /><br />somewhere,<br /> <br />in my heart,<br /><br />"j'ai déjà vous!!!"<br /><br /><br />Beirut, 09/08/07<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-8187175629568763841?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-59654573087892871372007-07-07T23:05:00.000+04:002007-07-07T23:35:02.243+04:00..: Ain't that day a special day?<br /><br />...: No, ain't necessarily so!<br /><br />..: then when?<br /><br />...: not now, not then<br /><br />..: and numbers, for you, don't even "count"?<br /><br />...: they do!!<br /><br />..: and?<br /><br />...: 1 2 3 go!!!<br /><br />..: ??<br /><br />...: i said go.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5965457308789287137?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-13986123826659308302007-06-30T16:41:00.000+04:002007-07-01T01:40:26.481+04:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FS5rvHjczSg/RoZZjl6Bl_I/AAAAAAAAABo/-vJHi1YB-AA/s1600-h/n793105226_637290_8518.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081847697539962866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FS5rvHjczSg/RoZZjl6Bl_I/AAAAAAAAABo/-vJHi1YB-AA/s400/n793105226_637290_8518.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>" Dear Guests,</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Kindly be advised, that heaven is closed for renovation;</em><br /><em>and for that matter, hell as well.</em><em>"</em><br /><br />How nice it would have been<br />if that note you read,<br />the moment you showed up at the door step,<br />and knocked?<br /><br />How nice it would have been,<br />if then, you turned around<br />and just came back...<br /><br />my friend, the actor<br />my dear friend,<br />honestly, your final act<br />in fact,<br />i hate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1398612382665930830?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-35904257920594182482007-06-26T00:27:00.000+04:002007-06-26T00:37:56.714+04:00[...]<br /><br />Last time they met,<br /><br />He said:<br />"Can you see the deep blue sea?"<br /><br />She said:<br />"No it's too deep, it's impossible to see."<br /><br />He said:<br />"Look, look ahead, can you see?"<br /><br />She said:<br />"No, i can't, i am afraid i can't!!"<br /><br />He said:<br />"Look ahead i said, look at the horizon far ahead.<br /><br />For depth isn't necessarily downwards."<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />and left.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-3590425792059418248?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-90175324855615359812007-06-21T00:02:00.000+04:002007-06-21T00:46:08.631+04:00Since you are my half,<br />my other half, as you like to say<br /><br />why do i then,<br />every time you leave<br />feel so heavy?<br /><br />and why,<br />when you show up again,<br />do i feel light, so much light..<br /><br />i never liked maths anyway..<br />and that i have to admit<br /><br />so for me and from now on and on<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">0.5 x 2 = You<br /></span><br />and only you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-9017532485561535981?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-40129344879409246862007-06-11T23:33:00.001+04:002007-06-11T23:34:21.538+04:00Smile,<br /><br />and only smile.<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />maybe one day,<br /><br />Beirut will smile back at you.<br /><br />What to do?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4012934487940924686?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-71594213864098448702007-06-11T23:24:00.000+04:002007-06-11T23:30:59.558+04:00Me and you,<br /><br />WE have a long way to go.<br /><br />why don't you go?<br /><br />and i, eventually, will follow you<br /><br />or<br /><br />No.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7159421386409844870?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-79237788339745602952007-06-05T00:14:00.000+04:002007-06-05T00:16:37.407+04:00Lately when i write<br /><br />i can't really tell,<br />if i am writing<br /><br />or if,<br />by any chance<br />i am<br /><br />wronging.<br /><br />WaW...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7923778833974560295?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-87531611367581982007-06-04T21:36:00.000+04:002007-06-04T21:45:00.443+04:00Chocolate is where i live today<br /><br />when,<br /><br />my home land is, for that matter:<br /><br />Sex.<br /><br /><br /><br />They say, i don't:<br /><br />"Chocolate, [...]<br /><br />is a good substitute for sex."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-8753161136758198?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-68322557754169004412007-05-31T01:40:00.000+04:002007-05-31T01:47:58.868+04:00You know..<br />i think what you did last night was stupid<br />but again,<br /><br />come.<br />think of it.<br /><br />this is what you do best.<br /><br />stupid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6832255775416900441?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-50010946048218765882007-05-29T00:08:00.000+04:002007-05-29T00:11:21.647+04:00Tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /><br />"tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask:<br /> "tell me what to do when all you can do is ask: Why?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5001094604821876588?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-18646956055601393502007-05-28T22:03:00.000+04:002007-05-28T22:28:35.620+04:00Cheer up <br />and<br />read about my sorrow:<br /><br />"today i feel,<br />today i felt,<br />like a man stuck<br />and bound to sleep<br />at his door step<br />because<br />the key to his house<br />he has not.<br /><br />my country, my land!"<br /><br />yes, sir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-1864695605560139350?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-1593658129032504332007-05-25T15:29:00.000+04:002007-05-25T15:42:16.265+04:00amazing how true<br />amazingly blue..<br /><br />each time i love you<br />a war breaks<br /><br />each time i miss you<br />a bomb shakes<br /><br />last time i hugged you<br />a country burned<br /><br />last time i kissed you<br />the world was turned<br /><br />amazingly true<br />amazing how blue...<br /><br />it seems no matter how Heaven is close<br />it seems, no matter... Hell will be as close<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-159365812903250433?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-59701072474531760432007-05-15T00:54:00.000+04:002007-05-19T04:23:30.321+04:00Life .. "temporaire"<br />Wife .. "temporaire"<br /><br />Home .. "temporaire"<br />Sweet .. "temporaire"<br /><br />"I" am .. "temporaire"<br />"I" aim .. "temporaire"<br /><br />The world is dancing, playing, reaching<br /><br />A<br /><br />Tempo rare.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-5970107247453176043?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-71266375616271600072007-05-06T22:13:00.000+04:002007-05-06T22:17:21.454+04:00Whatever makes mi-happy<br />Whatever makes mi-sad.<br /><br />Whatever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-7126637561627160007?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-65233332278184603612007-05-01T00:39:00.000+04:002007-05-01T00:47:09.323+04:00Today,<br />i decided.<br />and it is time.<br /><br />Today,<br /><br />i decided to sell my passport<br />but,<br />unfortunately i couldn't<br />unfortunately i didn't<br /><br />Not because am a bad salesman<br />Not because it is blue<br /><br />no, really no.<br /><br />It is a bad Pass.<br />Very bad, very bad Port.<br /><br /><br />"Porte ouverte !!!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-6523333227818460361?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-3113341377936834452007-04-23T01:15:00.000+04:002007-04-23T01:20:47.801+04:00I have a problem<br /><br />and i am not going to give it to anyone.<br /><br /><br />Do you have a problem?<br /><br />if you do, then why are you after mine?<br /><br />hein?<br /><br />why?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-311334137793683445?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653866.post-43429709652759389292007-04-17T23:52:00.000+04:002007-04-18T00:10:24.404+04:0001. amazing how short a love can be and how long the disappointment<br />02. amazing how short a sentence can be and how long the grief<br />03. amazing how short a kiss can be and how long the effect<br />04. amazing how short a visit can be and how long the trip<br />05. amazing how short a discussion can be and how long the silence<br />06. amazing how short a dance can be and how long the hug<br />07. amazing how short a year can be and how long a day<br />08. amazing how short a day can be and how long a moment<br />09. amazing how short a sight can be and how long the fight<br />10. amazing how short a distance can be and how long the gap<br /><br />how long the gap ... ... ... will last?<br /><br />i no "longer" can bare.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653866-4342970965275938929?l=najeesyriani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05820657075680803248noreply@blogger.com4