Cinoreta

luanlegacy: NOT FUCKING FAIR,

Mon, 13 May 2013 09:10:43 -0400

NOT FUCKING FAIR,

bakchoi-loi: a-tolkien-for-your-thoughts: xdroox: toinfinityan...

Mon, 13 May 2013 09:07:50 -0400

a-tolkien-for-your-thoughts:

xdroox:

toinfinityandbeyonce:

me on my way to steal your man

“In case of an emergency this airplane is designed with 8 exits located around you.”

i WA S LAUGHING SO HARD I COULDNT EVNE REBLOG FOR A FEW MINUTES

LOOOOOL THAT COMMENT. IM DONE.

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Sat, 04 May 2013 17:26:54 -0400

machinegnome: Tamtam al Hindi or TumTum a work of talsmanic,...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 18:50:22 -0400

machinegnome:

Tamtam al Hindi or TumTum a work of talsmanic, astrologic and demonic magic

نعوذ بالله من شقائنا وتعاستنا وهمومنا العابره.. نستغفرك ربي صمتاً، فرضاً، حزناً وعافية

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 18:24:20 -0400

نعوذ بالله من شقائنا وتعاستنا وهمومنا العابره.. نستغفرك ربي صمتاً، فرضاً، حزناً وعافية

“Take me , I don’t want me .”

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 09:20:49 -0400

“Take me , I don’t want me .”

Realizing your house is pitch black after being on the computer for hours

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 13:23:24 -0400

Realizing your house is pitch black after being on the computer for hours :

wowfunniestposts:

this blog is epic

Reblog if you had a thing for Uncle Jesse on Full House

Mon, 20 Jun 2011 07:46:53 -0400

#who didn’t?

words and things ....

Fri, 10 Jun 2011 10:22:38 -0400

I don’t feel like disappearing anymore, maybe because I’ve already disappeared. I’ve almost text you my anxiety ,my fear , my pain , my disappointment but I didn’t . I think I’ve reached that line, the line I heard them talk about. Things stop at that line, time stops and feelings do not exist. I don’t know why I feel like this , like I have nothing inside me , like I’m not there . I want to call anybody just to have them babble in my ears trivial things, I want to hear them judge me constantly and then give me advice on how should I lead my crocked life . I want their voices to conquer the voices in my head, it’s so loud in here I can’t hear myself think sometimes.

Yesterday I talked to God , I told him all my troubles like you told me , and yet I feel like I don’t deserve the chance of justifying my life , of justifying what I’ve become , how I screw this up and how I’m unable to fix things anymore .I feel like I’m autistic , I feel like I’m negotiating the world every day of my life . And like an autistic child I’m unable to cry, to scream to yell at the faces of all those who do not speak the language I do . I wanted to cry so bad, even though crying won’t fix anything nor it will change the fact that I’m stuck here forever , I still wanted to cry like a baby till I lose my conscious or something , I wanted to do anything ,anything that would make me alive and not just make me (ME) oh God I’ve been me for so long , it is tiring So tiring , I wanted to rest for a while . just for a while , I wanted to escape ME . Ironically everyone I know wants to be me for some reason I AM something to wish for. if they only knew !

I’ve read this story about a man without a shadow, a demon form another life time , he lived off people’s memories and toke them as his own , he felt their pain and sorrow and acted as if they were his own . I envied him, for not being attached to no one and to nothing even his pain was a pain he chooses to feel and to suffer . noting was inflected upon him only the things he inflected upon himself .

…. … …. ….

waadalbawardi: I will always reblog this.

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 21:13:12 -0400

waadalbawardi:

I will always reblog this.

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Mon, 21 Mar 2011 17:25:29 -0400

It’s been so long since I last posted anything , actually it’s been so long since I last felt anything to be exact . The noises in my head had grew louder and louder and my thoughts are like a bunch of inmates locked in an asylum who think they’re all sane . I feel sorry for all the dreams and for all the things that are undone, for the wasted years and mostly for my aching heart. being left alone doesn’t hurt as much anymore , being left out of my own life doesn’t matter like it use to and all the things I’ve planned for seemed so ridicules right now. How naïve I was, and how unpleasant I’ve become. I’ve come to realize that no matter how bullet proof my plan was it always finds a way to crumble down on my empty soul at the very first sight of trouble . Planning is overrated anyway, at least that what I keep telling myself. So many times I wanted to quit and just leave, not because I needed affection and not because I needed more ,only because me being here is just a waste of space, and oxygen for that matter . But yet again this is life ,right ? life is a journey without a map ,you need to follow your heart and hear what your soul has to say . But what if my heart is silently beating and what if my soul has nothing to say ! am I suppose to travel in pitch black .

No steps shall be taken till this chaos within is back on track .

mendmyheart: mirnanoaman: thehakawati: MIDEAST-ISRAEL-LEBANON ...

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 14:34:05 -0500

mendmyheart:

mirnanoaman:

thehakawati:

MIDEAST-ISRAEL-LEBANON

Israeli girls write messages in Hebrew on shells ready to be fired at Lebanon. Writing hate messages to Lebanon. Terrorism at it’s best.

This is just all kinds of wrong.
Hasbya’Allah wa ni3mal wakeel.

Oh look, the same shells that hit Southern Lebanon that destroyed homes and killed some family friends of mine in 2006. Thanks Israel.

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Sat, 13 Nov 2010 17:36:41 -0500

“If you are getting Ds and Fs then maybe you should quite !” that was the highlight of my week .not once but twice I have heard the Q word , it wasn’t from bitter friends But from my teachers themselves ! it must be ~~depress your students DAY~~ or something coz all the teachers are saying the same thing . I wonder is that what they’ve been up to in their “meetings” .

I set in the hallway like all students awaiting my next hour of complete torture. I dwell on the idea of leaving and it sounds tempting-believe me- but let’s face it every other mager is the same . attend , memorize , pass , get a degree End of story . so leaving will not make me better then I’m already am .

I study the facial expressions of my teachers as they start to repeat the same lesson over and over and over , day after day , year after year . That must be very depressing not to mention the lifeless courses , repeating one’s self sounds frustrating ! God bliss them ,they suffer But they let us know it. My habit of daydreaming has become an issue to some of the teachers who is actually paying attention to Us , the students , Me . I tend to doodle an old song on my note book to give the illusion of “taking notes” or I’ll draw a continues line in circles . while I sing the Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey : A is for Amy who fell down the stairs. B is for Basil who was assaulted by bears. C is for Clara who was wasted away .and I’ll sing them all while I gaze into the emptiness that lay ahead . I can’t stop wondering why did Edward Gorey wrote that lullbay ? it’s horrifying , horror movie horrifying . or shall I say real life horrifying ! because let’s face it horror movies aren’t that horrifying anyway. Time would pass while I dwell on his lullaby, maybe those little kids have died long time ago and he wanted them to be remembered ! Suddenly a voice interrupt my useless thoughts “seta! *pause* can you repeat what I just said” “ummmm” I don’t think so , then the teacher would give me the LOOK which have the embedded meaning “ my eyes are on you missy “ Hell, can’t a girl have a little pace around here ! I can sense the vibes I’m sending to my teachers , friends , family and even to strangers . GOD it’s like I’m dragging this black energy wherever I go ! people are starting to notice how weird I’ve become . Funny thing is: I didn’t notice how weird I’ve become . even when I was hearing voices and hallucinating stuff, Turns out that I have a virus infection which was messing with my head . EVEN then I didn’t find myself weird . I thought I was dying or something .

“fin”

‏‏‏‏الْلَّهُمَّ لاتكسّرِ لِيَ ظُهْرَا..وَلاتُصَعبُ لِيَ حَاجَةٌ…وَلاتُعْظّمْ عَلَيَّ...

Sat, 07 Aug 2010 13:50:00 -0400

‏‏‏‏الْلَّهُمَّ لاتكسّرِ لِيَ ظُهْرَا..وَلاتُصَعبُ لِيَ حَاجَةٌ…وَلاتُعْظّمْ عَلَيَّ أَمْرا
الْلَّهُمَّ لاتَحَنِيّ لِيَ قَامَةٍ … وَلَا تَكْشِفْ لِيَ سِتْرَا…وَلاتُفْضّحُ لِيَ سَرَّا
الْلَّهُمَّ انَّ عَصَيْتُكَ جَهَرَا ..فَاغْفِرْلِيْ …وَانْ عَصَيْتُكَ سَرَّا فَاسْتُرْنِيْ
الْلَّهُمَّ لَاتَجْعَلْ مُصِيْبَتِيْ فِىْ دِيْنِيْ …وَلَاتَجْعَلْ الْدُّنْيَا أَكْبَرَ هَمِّيْ
الْلَّهُمَّ لِاتُمَكِنِ مِنِّيْ حَاسِدٍ..وَلاتُفْرّحُ بِسُقُوْطِيْ اعْدَائِيَ
الْلَّهُمَّ إِغْنَّنِيّ بِحَلَالِكَ عَنْ حَرَامِكَ ..وَبِخَشْيَتكِ عَنْ عِصْيَانِكَ
الْلَّهُمَّ انَّ دَعَانِيْ مِنْ لَايَخَافُكَ إِلَىَ حَرَامٍ …فَاحْفَظْنِيْ كَمَا حَفِظْتُ مِنْ الْحَرَامِ يُوَسُفَ
الْلَّهُمَّ انَّ ضَاقَتْ عَلَيَّ الْارْضُ بِمَا رَحُبَتْ ..فَأَغِثْنِيْ بِرَحْمَتِكَ الَّتِيْ أَغَثْتَ بِهَا صَاحِبُ الْحُوتِ
الْلَّهُمَّ انَّ رُفِعَتْ لَكَ يدَيِيّ أَدْعُوْكَ بِحَاجَةٍ …فَلَا تَرُدَّ يَدِيَ بِلَا حَاجَتِيْ وَانْتَ الْكَ

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This is My Advise to You

Thu, 05 Aug 2010 21:40:47 -0400

The effert we put in things sometimes turns to be insignificant ! Gahndy himself said: [everything you do in life will be insignificant but it’s very importent that you do it] So just have faith in God and try to be the good person I know you are ! Keep doing what you’re doing even if you think it’s worthless , just do it . You’ll never know the lives you’re changing . keep your head held high,and fight ! Fight for what is yours . Don’t back dwon..I know the world might seem as dark as your 3abaya , and miserbale .. I know all your dreams didn’t come true and you lost all hope in living . It’s ok , cry , lean on a friend if you have one ! Break things , scream your lungs out .. Just don’t wallow in sadness don’t let it get the best of you ! Yah, it hurts Believe me I know , it hurts like hell and it might take a life time to heal .. Count your blessings .. And keep on fighting , living , breathing . this is my advise to you.

"Shake the Dust" by Anis Mojgani

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 00:24:19 -0400

This is for the fat girls. This is for the little brothers. This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them. This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players. This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters. Shake the dust.
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them, for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns, for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children, for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust.
This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-god. Shake the dust.
For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy, for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers, for the kid who’s always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers, for the girl who loves somebody else. Shake the dust.
This is for the hard men, the hard men who want to love but know that is won’t come. For the ones who are forgotten, the ones the amendments do not stand up for. For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to. Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself. Do not let a moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean. Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.
This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling, for the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacations alone. For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers’ singing lips and for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner’s shaking hips, for the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived.
This is for the tired and for the dreamers and for those families who’ll never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners and sons like Wally and the Beaver.
This is for the biggots, this is for the sexists, this is for the killers. This is for the big house, pen-sentenced cats becoming redeemers and for the springtime that always shows up after the winters.
This? This is for you. Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone. Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.
So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me. All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you. So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours. Make my words worth it, make this not just another poem that I write, not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all. Walk into it, breathe it in, let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust.
So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

who is to decide !

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 06:51:47 -0400

Friday ,july 02, 2010

“maybe you should write a book !” that what she said after hearing me nagging about life . she went home and I stayed with this thought , the thought of writing a book ! Writing a novel is not an easy task let alone writing about my true life and how I view the world.

That was two years ago. I was a different person then , a person with a heart ,with a soul. Now I’m just not me anymore. Between now and then , I don’t know where I went ,or what toke me ! I see myself walking my way through the crowds. I have slowly withdrawn from humanity. Some days it feels like I’m not even there . it would feel like I have dreamt of being there but not actually been there . I’ve always believed that bad things do not happen to good people . but it seems bad things happen only to good people . I’ve always consider myself as good “people” though I’ve been called evil and bad in the past and maybe in the present . what is it that defined as good or bad ! is it what we appear to be or is it what we really are ! Am I a bad person or a good one ! who is to decide !

As I walk the walk of shame in the valley of misery through the crowds . a single thought rushes...

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 06:28:47 -0400

As I walk the walk of shame in the valley of misery through the crowds . a single thought rushes thought my head more like a zigzagging built hitting the walls of my sanity in an effort to drive me to loss my mind . life never seem so empty and useless . nobody seem to matter and nothing seem to effect the dead person who lives inside me . nothing seem to affect me !

I tend to be a glass half empty these days . I hear the tone of my complete exhaustion when I reply “fine , I’m fine” or “ all is good all is good” it’s like I’m training myself subconsciously to succumb to this sad rather frustrating situation . it’s my fault , I’m the only one to blame on this whole shebang . can’t remember where and when I decided to be the person I am NOW .

Maybe it’s an identity crisis or I’m just finally had become an adult . if this is what adulthood feels like then I hate it .

العالم لا يتمحور حولك

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 06:15:26 -0400

ارى الكثير يعاني ويبكي و ينتحب لأحلام ضائعه , لساعات مهدره ,احباب رحلوا وخيانات عده أود القول لهم (عزيزي\ عزيزتي العالم لا يتمحور حولك ) الشمس لا تدور حولك والقمر لا يعكس شعاعك . ذهابك وايابك واحد . لو شاء القدر و وافتكم المنيه هل ستتوقف الحياه؟ هل سيموت الناس حزناَ ؟ نعم سيحزنون ولكن شهر على الأكثر وتصبحون ذكرى .

لا تحملوا الحياه مالا تحتمله, لا تأخذو الامور على محمل شخصي بحت وكأن لا عمل للناس والحياه والقدر سوا إيذائكم .

Cinoreta

luanlegacy: NOT FUCKING FAIR,

bakchoi-loi: a-tolkien-for-your-thoughts: xdroox: toinfinityan...

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machinegnome: Tamtam al Hindi or TumTum a work of talsmanic,...

نعوذ بالله من شقائنا وتعاستنا وهمومنا العابره.. نستغفرك ربي صمتاً، فرضاً، حزناً وعافية

“Take me , I don’t want me .”

Realizing your house is pitch black after being on the computer for hours

Reblog if you had a thing for Uncle Jesse on Full House

words and things ....

waadalbawardi: I will always reblog this.

Rant 2

mendmyheart: mirnanoaman: thehakawati: MIDEAST-ISRAEL-LEBANON ...

Rant

‏​‏​‏​‏​الْلَّهُمَّ لاتكسّرِ لِيَ ظُهْرَا..وَلاتُصَعبُ لِيَ حَاجَةٌ…وَلاتُعْظّمْ عَلَيَّ...

This is My Advise to You

"Shake the Dust" by Anis Mojgani

who is to decide !

As I walk the walk of shame in the valley of misery through the crowds . a single thought rushes...

العالم لا يتمحور حولك

‏‏‏‏الْلَّهُمَّ لاتكسّرِ لِيَ ظُهْرَا..وَلاتُصَعبُ لِيَ حَاجَةٌ…وَلاتُعْظّمْ عَلَيَّ...