tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44866375590291484412012-02-16T01:28:57.602-05:00Shafiq Rahmannoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486637559029148441.post-79943611925621111792009-11-23T18:01:00.006-05:002009-11-23T23:48:02.373-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/6e7ed09109acb663efa4b064f454ffd2e961fc71_m.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/6e7ed09109acb663efa4b064f454ffd2e961fc71_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><div>the only thing that holds me together right now is the faith that i have in the near future. even though this is just a minor distraction from what i'm actually facing through, at least it's something. i seriously don't want to cause any affect to myself and to him. it would be an awkward situation and it would just ruin every single thing. if only i could play it cool and leave it this way. oh well.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">saved the world on: november 23rd @ 11:42pm</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4486637559029148441-7994361192562111179?l=smexified.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shafiq Rahmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486637559029148441.post-91359342011709599682009-11-21T22:12:00.002-05:002009-11-24T00:17:56.238-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/535057156c514472b5b0bc7b5b7c4be9da7261c7_m.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/535057156c514472b5b0bc7b5b7c4be9da7261c7_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>why does it always have to be about me? why can't people just leave me alone. every single time when i want to have my own space, there's always someone there fucking destroys it! why do i always have to be the one where everyone is picking on? being a part of it is fun and all, but the one fact that remains in me will always be a burden for the rest of my life. if i ever decided to release my true self, no one in this society could ever take it. i guess i have to live a lie.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">saved the world on: november 21st @ 10:12pm</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4486637559029148441-9135934201170959968?l=smexified.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shafiq Rahmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486637559029148441.post-64221748098726220812009-11-20T00:00:00.003-05:002009-11-24T00:07:19.850-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/0252eb0be87d633fe87401e09c53f09e95e7249c_m.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/0252eb0be87d633fe87401e09c53f09e95e7249c_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />the dark shadow above me just won't go away; that's how i usually live my life. i stay on to my iPod every single day. does that make me an anti-social person or someone who is really into music? there's nothing wrong with that, right? it's better for me to be who i am then to fake it. at least i'm not troubling anyone or get into a fight with anyone. as long as i'm happy minding my own business and you are too with yours.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">saved the world on: november 20th @ 12:03am</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4486637559029148441-6422174809872622081?l=smexified.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shafiq Rahmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486637559029148441.post-26502805736270528462009-11-18T22:18:00.003-05:002009-11-24T00:07:55.584-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/7cbb5d215579a9e3ada6fa1a60f80795a34925b2_m.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/7cbb5d215579a9e3ada6fa1a60f80795a34925b2_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />i know it's wrong to love you but it's such a beautiful thing to me. to know that someone actually cares, and to know that someone will be there to put a smile on my face. it's funny how you recognized my pain and if only you could be the one to find me safe and sound. to love is to find something that you've lost and not something that you've found. it could be something from the past that you've been missing. love is just like a secondhand emotion.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">saved the world on: november 18th @ 10:18pm</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4486637559029148441-2650280573627052846?l=smexified.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shafiq Rahmannoreply@blogger.com