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Art and Love and Marriage and PersonalAbed Hamdan on 22 Jul 2008 09:37 am


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Bloggers and Love and Marriage and Personal and PhotosAbed Hamdan on 08 Jul 2008 08:02 am

My moment of truth everybody! I first tried to write some facts about me that nobody knows, but seriously I didn’t find a thing to write. It’s because I thought (or I’d like to think) that I am an open book, but the truth is, I’m way far from that, and I know it. So I said why not, let the people ask and see how far their curiosity will go, it wasn’t a bad idea at all because honestly I didn’t know most of the answers myself, you people helped me discovering myself, and it’s this age where most of human beings figure out who they really are.

So enjoy..!

Answers:

Q) Hani Obaid: Describe in detail your ideal future wife?

A: Good question, because I really don’t know. I don’t know because I am not looking, and if I start looking I will maybe start setting the “ideal” traits of “the one”. But I have an idea in my mind and it’s simple. She should be an individualist who has her own life, plans, brains, culture, friends, ambitions, and dreams. I know that people in this age don’t have a clear idea what they want to do (and I am not an exception by the way), but I demand some level of determination and character. Nobody is perfect, but she should be complete because I am not planning to complete anybody. If she is not a complete individual, then not I, not anybody in the world will ever complete her. I will be a life time companion, not a baby sitter. This sounds a little bit complicated, but it’s not. Most of my female friends fall into this category, so it’s not as complicated as it seems.
Of course, I am an Islamist, so this should be taken into consideration. Age is not a big issue to me, but of course she shouldn’t be 10 years older than me. Acceptable looks is also important.
Another important thing is manners. I demand respect and appreciation. Respect is the only way to communicate with me, yelling is a deal breaker. Cheating is a deal breaker.

I hope this is detailed enough Hani :). All this might change, because I told you I don’t have a clear idea on the “ideal wife”, and I don’t have a clear decision on whether I am going to get married any time soon or whether I am ever going to get married (for so many reasons).

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Q) d : Name three people you admire. People in your life, not historical characters.

A: First, “d”, thanks for always reading my blog, even though I don’t know who you are, but you make me feel appreciated :) .
Admiration is a big word, and I could give you a big big list hadn’t you demanded that you want people “in my life”. I have great friends and cousins who I like, but admiration is something else. I can name only one character that I truly admire and he is an uncle of mine. He is by far the greatest man in my life. Nothing super about him, except that he is an honest man. An honest man, a real man. This is the kind of man that if asked whether he is a good man or not his answer will be unquestionably yes. This man lives for himself, his family, his cousins , and for everybody. Meet him once and you will remember him forever because he still keeps his childhood innocence, and he keeps it easily, no matter how hard the circumstances he lives in. He is in his 50s now by the way.

That’s someone I admire. Other than him, it’s really hard for me to truly “admire” people.

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Q) Mayasi : She asked four questions. There you go:

1- Where do u live n irbed?

I don’t live in Irbid anymore. I studied in Irbid, so I lived there for five years. Now I live and work in Kuwait

2- have u ever fallen in love?

Yes.

3- What do u wear in ur house? I mean are u tidy or just like that?

Pyjamas. “Just like that” ;)

4- how many girls u talk to now?
I’m not in a relationship, the only girls I talk to are my female friends and co-workers.

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Q) LostWithin: what word best describes you?

A: Hopeful.
Despite my rather increasing cynicism, I still see myself as a very hopeful person. I have extremely high hopes on so many levels, and trust me my friend, the day I lose hope is the day I declare myself officially dead.

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Q) Basil: What is the thing that you did and will regret for the rest of your life??
A: So many things. I seek Allah forgiveness for all the sins I’ve committed. We are humans, and we all do mistakes, and I have faithful hope that Allah may forgive me.

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Q) Mab3oos: let’s say you are the president of some country, and you wanted to get a taxi cap, what color of socks would you wear knowing that the game on TV is canceled, and why would you not pick your nose at the traffic light as a guy waves at you and asks you for directions?

A) I will wear pink socks that matches the queer flip flops I’ll be wearing. And why of course I’ll pick my nose and shake hands with the first person I meet.

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Q) Sara: How often do you think of death & what do you think of it?

A: Very often. On a daily basis. I think it’s both intimidating and painful.

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Q) sweetlikearose: My friend Bara’ asked three question.

1. kam sar waznak?(What’s your current weight?)

A: Now it’s 90 KGs.

These are pictures of me last month, I put on a lot of weight recently, for so many reasons.

This is me last summer, see the difference hehe.

2. lesh ma bet7eb elsekerterat??(Why do you hate female secretaries?)

A: Well, liar if I say I don’t have issues with female secretaries! It’s because of many incidents. The ones I loathe are those that are hired based on their looks and only looks. And mind me, it’s not even looks, It’s how much their clothes are revealing. Not that it’s my business or anything, because really to each his own. But when I go to a big corporate,a classified governmental agency, or a big enterprise, the least I except from an employee is to know the difference between the TV and the computer. Trust me guys, if I ask a piece a furniture or if I ask that “chick” secretary, the response will be the same: a dumb smile “maba3ref” (I don’t know). So what I do now is, I just get inside without acknowledging their existence and find whatever I want by myself, because she’s paid to set there and give smiles only. lol. They wasted hell lot of my time!

3) sho aktar mawqef mo7rej sar m3ak bema63am?? (What’s the most embarrassing thing happened to you in a restaurant?)

A: Nothing special that I recall. But when my friends and I gather, it’s always embarrassing, we will be the noisy table with guys laughing out loud continuously. Last weekend I couldn’t stop imitating the Filipino waitress accent (or is it aqsen6? lol). So things like that always happen. We never run out of jokes.

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Q) Sharifo:

1) Eish el asbab ele khalatak Nerd bel taree2a hadi ? (Why do you become nerd?)

A: Because I don’t have anything else to do. Nothing interests me enough so I tend to challenge myself with school work. I picked that habit when I was in the 6th grade.

2) when you are out anywhere not in a work mission, do you carry a pen or a pencil ?

A: Nope. I hardly carry myself, and I take one of my colleagues just to have an audience for the jokes I keep making up.

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Q) TripleM: Have you ever been French kissed by a male friend before?

A: Why of course, I give French kisses to my guy friends all the time, because that’s what guy friends do !

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Q) LuLu…!:
1. do u really love god more than anyone??

A: I’m trying my friend. It’s the mission of every Muslim, it’s not something to be done on the fly, neither is it something you stumble upon. It’s a life time job, it’s the journey each Muslim should enjoy during his span of years on earth.

2. have u ever felt b4 that u really hate urself and y???

A: Never, ever.

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Q) Asoom: if you can change one circumstance in your life right now what would it be?

A: I’d choose a better family maybe, and easier circumstances. Things are/were pretty hard on me, and I’ve been holding responsibilities nobody my age should be holding. Alhamdulillah for everything. Many people have harder situations, and what doesn’t kill you is supposed to make you stronger (or at least I hope so).

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Q) Moh’d Shaltaf:

حزب الله سيستعيد رفات كل شهدائه و رفات شهداء فلسطينيين وعلى رأسهم رفات الشهيدة دلال المغربي في صفقة لتبادل الأسرى عن طريق وسيط ألماني؟

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شعوري قريب من شعور الشهيد الكاتب غسان كنفاني:
“إنني أشعر أكثر من أي وقت مضى أن كل قيمة كلماتي كانت في أنها تعويض صفيق وتافه ل …”
الباقي عندك.

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Q) Noura:

1. Have u ever fallen in Love ?? real love, not a crush ..

A. Yes, badly, madly, and deeply. And yes, I am a hopeless romantic, how about that? :)

2. If you were to plan something romantic for your future wife, what would it be ??

A. Nothing on my mind right now, and nothing is planned. It depends on her, our relationship, situation, and many other factors. I am fairly creative, only when “I” want to. As a kid I was a noticeable mouth-smart, and I still possess the ability to express myself fluently, this is the special gift God gave to me. I can also make eloquent speeches if I want to, so chances are it’ll be something written or spoken.

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So guys, I hope the answers were satisfying ;)

Art and Irbid and Love and Personal and Photos and Quotes and ThoughtsAbed Hamdan on 25 Feb 2008 01:49 pm

PS: Click on each image for a larger view

PPS: It’s sun rise not sun set

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family thing

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See you in another life, dearest
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This is beyond false hope.. this is insane !
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passion

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يا أيها الإنسان ماغرك بربك الكريم ؟؟
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This is Irbid, summer 2007. Picture taken from my room..
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irbid2007

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By the way, the hardest question so far is what do I want ?

What do you want people ? you’ve got no clue, do you?!

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hehe, good times :)

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Edward Said commenting on Chomsky’s work “There’s something profoundly moving about a mind of such noble ideas repeatedly stirred on the behalf of human suffering and injustice”

what if there’s nothing profoundly moving about the audience ?
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Little did I know then that the easy way is not hard enough, but the hard way is so lonely, lonely, loney….
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nor can I have my apple and eat it too…
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“Aboudii, you need to see what’s there ;)
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you have no idea what I need…
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irbid2007

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وليعلم الذين ظلموا أي منقلب ينقلبون…والعاقبة للمتقين
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“Man is condemned to be free” -Jean-Paul Sartre

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والأخرة خير وأبقى.
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Humor and Love and PersonalAbed Hamdan on 02 Nov 2007 01:59 pm

I was talking to a friend last summer, and we were remembering all the crazy days of high school. We mentioned Backstreet boys, Scream the movie, A&W Restaurant (It was a new restaurant to Kuwait), Rania Bargouthi in MBC, The Egyptian Sattelite Channel and the annoying “Fada2eyya Masriyya Alooo”, and Spice girls of course.

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Then after a long conversation, I realized that “Ginger Spice” (Geri Halliwell) was my first crush hehehe. I also realized that there is a high chance that this might be the reason why I have soft spot to red heads.

Who was your first crush ?

(Should we make it a tag?)

=== Update ===

It’s a tag already !!! +Dandooneh+ made it a tag and tagged her friends.

Come on guys, the comments here are so hilarious! Let’s get real ;)

I would like to tag some of those who didn’t comment:

This is the tag : Who was your first crush ?

1) MaLa2e6

2) Hamede

3) Eman

4) SimSim

5) Weddo

6) MoeY

7) Who Sane

Let’s have some fun ;)

Love and Photos and ThoughtsAbed Hamdan on 29 Jul 2007 11:29 pm

This is one amazing secret I found at post secret!! ( what is Post Secret ? )


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what do you think ??

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Love and PersonalAbed Hamdan on 26 May 2007 01:18 am

Update: Download song here ==> http://www.fileflyer.com/view/BkpOhAX

Thanks abu el sharif

Drops of Jupiter - Train

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Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that shes back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that theres time to grow, hey, hey

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
Im afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way

Bloggers and LoveAbed Hamdan on 03 Feb 2007 12:59 am

“Happy Single Awareness Day”. Weird, isn’t it ?

As girlish as it may seem, and since I’ve been doing nothing but : eating, sleeping, gaining weight, and surfing the web since my last exam at the university. So yesterday I decided to get out of bed and surprisingly I decided to go out to do something else rather than buying food!

I went to buy perfume and I really enjoyed the smell of the shop! Not only the smell, but the look of the shop. An extreme makeover, they changed the facade of the shop and decorated everything with the color “red” ! As I always act, a stranger from another planet, I asked the guys there (with all the assurance in the world in my voice) if it is the apples celebration or the national day of trees (I don’t know where I got these terms from anyway)! They giggled, and said it’s for “VALENTINE’s DAY” !

I laughed, picked up my perfume (Dunhill for the curious) and walked back home! Ahh, the shop is infront of the mansion where I live, I can see it from the window lol..

Anyway, It’s February/3rd and I decided to celebrate already…and this is how the celebration went: I sneaked to the blog archives of my friends and read what they wrote in the last couple of years in February, specifically in February/14th (I deleted my post of last february/14th *angel*) and look at what I found:

The most interesting blog was JNET, of course!

In February 2005, she wouldn’t stay alone or let her friends spend the night alone so she invited her friends to party at her house! Good idea JNET!!

I don’t invite anybody to my room..! :D

In February 2006, she was greeted “Happy Single Awareness Day” !

Actually I didn’t wanna talk about Valentine’s day in specific, but about occasions like Eid, Christmans, Hanukka, ..etc.

Apart from the religious importance of some occasions (which we pay the least attention for), I think today these occasions are making people feel nothing but bad about themselves. Not everyone have enough money to buy new cloths for the Eid, not everyone have families to spend Christmas with, and orphans have no fathers to greet on father’s day!

Happy single awareness day :P

Humor and Love and MarriageAbed Hamdan on 08 Jul 2006 03:50 am

HeHe, the article is not about me dating, It’s about embarrassing dating stories, sent by some readers to the MSN Match making center. Some are really funny and embarrassing though!!

Don’t choke
“On a first date once, we were eating chips and salsa as an appetizer. He was telling some joke, and when I laughed at the punchline, I inhaled the chip a bit too hard and it lodged in my throat: Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe at all! There was salsa pouring out of my mouth, and I was doing that choking signal to him. So he came around and started beating on my back. After a few scary seconds, the chip finally dislodged itself. I don’t even want to think about what I looked like at that moment, all stained with salsa. It took me the whole night of apologizing to feel comfortable around him.”
—Stephanie, Atlanta, GA

There are more funny stories…

Read The Rest of the stories [ Click Here ].

LoveAbed Hamdan on 23 Mar 2006 12:47 pm

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
Rebecca - age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Billy - age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl - age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.”
Chrissy - age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
Terri - age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”
Danny - age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss”
Emily - age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

ýIf you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,”
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”
Noelle - age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
Tommy - age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
Cindy - age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”
Clare - age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.ý
Elaine - age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”
Chris - age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
Mary Ann - age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren - age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an imagination) Karen - age 7

“Love is when Daddy sees Mommy on the toilet and he doesn’t think it’s gross.”
Mark - age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”
Jessica - age 8

And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
“Nothing, I just helped him cry”

Love and ThoughtsAbed Hamdan on 24 Feb 2006 03:51 am

This poetry is by May Sarton


Now I Become Myself

Now I become myself. It’s taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
“Hurry, you will be dead before–”
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted so by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
~May Sarton~

LoveAbed Hamdan on 19 Feb 2006 02:58 pm

The following story is not real, but it touched me somehow.

10th Grade
As I sat there in Enqlish class, i stared at the next to me. She was my so called “best
friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didnt notice me
like that and i knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had
missed the day before and handed them to her. She said “thanks” and qave me a kiss on
the cheek. I wanna tell her, i want her to know that i don`t wanna Be just friends, i love
her but i`m just too shy, and i don`t know why. . .

11th Grade
the phone rang. on the other end it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about
how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to
be alone, so i did. As i sat next to her on the sofa, i stared at her soft eyes, wishing she
was mine. after 2 hours, a drew barrymore movie, & 3 bags of chips, she decided to go to
sleep. She looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. i wanna tell her, i
want her to know that i don`t wanna be just friends, i love her but im just too shy, and idk why

Senior Year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. “My date is sick” she said; he`s not gonna go.
well i didnt have a date n in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we
would go together just as “best friends”. So we did. prom night after everything was over i was
standing at her front door step. i stared at her, She smiled at me and stared at me with her Crystal
eyes. i want her to be mine, but she doesn`t think of me like that and i know it. then she said “i had
the best time, thanks!” and qave me a kiss on the cheek. i wanna tell her, i want her to know that
i don`t want to be just friends, i love her but i`m just too shy, and i don`t know why

Graduation Day
a day passed, then a week, then a month. before i could blink, it was graduation day. i watched
as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. i wanted her to be mine,
but she didnt notice me like that, and i knew it. before everyone went home, she came to me in her
smock and hat, and cried as i hugged her. then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said,
“you`re my best friend, thanks!” and qave me a kiss on the Cheek. i wanna tell her, i want her to
know that i don`t wanna be just friends, i love her but i`m just too shy, and i don`t know why

A Few Years Later
now i sit in the pews of the church. that is getting married now. i watched her say “i do” and
drive off to her new life, married to another man. i wanted her to be mine but she didn`t See me
like that and i knew it. But before she Drove away, she came to me and said “you came!”. She said
“thanks!” and kissed me on the cheek. i wanna tell her, i want her to know that i dont wanna be
just friends, i love her but i`m just too shy, and i don`t know why

Funeral
years passed, i looked down at the coffin of a who used to be my “best friend”. at the service
they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: i stare at him
wishing he was mine, but he doesn`t notice me like that, and i know it. i wanna tell him, i want him
to know that i don`t wanna be just friends, i love him but i`m just too shy, and i don`t know why. i wish
he would tell me he loved me . . . i wish i did too . . . i thought to myself, and i Cried

End of Story !!