Wednesday, June 22, 2005

sarcastic bitch

a poem for you


what was it like when u held me in your arms?
what did it feel like to know i felt loved?
i bet it felt good, it did keep me warm.
but now i know the truth.


what is it like to lie to my face?
what was it like to say u love me?
did it ever occur to u at that time and place,
that i was deliberately lying to you too?


some people will learn, indeed it takes time.
some people change to a new beat and rhyme.


but i know somebody who wont change at all.
who, through the years, learnt nothing at all.


so i ask, why do u exist; to torment us all?
to make us hurt but you dont take a fall?
to see us cry and laugh at our backs?
even when u sympathise and try to soothe our chest?


but no; not today, i know who you are
your true colours have shown, its seen from afar.
a thousand miles cannot hide ure guilt
even with the stone walls u seem to have built


so i warn u now before u lie again.
ive learnt the facade, ive unravelled the game.
do kiss me good night, do say you love me.
because u never know when u'll come crawling back to me.

Bob Smurf at 1:37 AM

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

damn bandwidth thingy whatever... sheesh.. the song is damn nice la.. but guess i have to remove it.. lalala

poor guy is sick.. so not at work.. thus not online.. oh well..

have a great day!! lalala

Bob Smurf at 7:22 PM

ana's missing her maroc

hey..

yeah i know its been a long 2 weeks and more without me.. haha ok yeah well for those who havent already known.. i went to Morroco for abt 2 weeks.. from the 4th to the 16th.. oh well.. i thoroughly enjoyed myself of course.. i dint know what to expect at first.. seriously i didnt..but in the end.. i made new friends..and i think i might have broken someone's heart. sigh~

well.. the pics are not yet fully online.. my sister is putting them on.. when they are done.. ill paste the link here.. haiz...

right now my heart isnt so much aching to go back to Morroco as before.. there's still a low ebb though.. oh well..

i met a friendly guy named Omar who is really cute i think.. haha he's son of the director of a pottery/mosaic cooperative in Fes.been in contact with him since i came back.. hehe cute guy...

hmm.. also met loads of people at the "Djmaa El Fna" which is like a souk (market) but its protected by Unesco for its really cool sights.. really there are like jugglers and snake charmers and children dancing music playing.. its a really nice square.. haiz.. the food there is great too!.. me and my sisters had like snails and calamari and sausages with bread.. we even had orange juice! freshly squeezed! haha

at the souk of course i met 2 guys.. one by the name of Mosstafa and the other named Abdullah(im not sure of the spelling here).. hahah Abdullah offered to be my Morrocan boyfriend.. hahaha amazing..he had real nice eyes though..he's a berber..(no i did not misspell barber..) hahah a berber is a race of morrocans..

hmm abt breaking someone's heart.. yeah it was inevitable for me.he was the driver of our minibus.. his name is Mohammed(again not sure of spelling). he told my sisters that he liked me.. he speaks french. and he doesnt really speak english. my sisters however speak french.. so he told them he really likes me.. i seriously thought he was just playing u know.. just the normal teasing.. but i found out later that he was serious abt me. he even told me he liked me.. in halting and broken english.. hmm.. well u see.. he is a very nice guy.. but im only 19.. and he is 34. if i was 10 yrs older there would probably be a possibility.he really is nice.. i could see he was hurt when i told him i could only be his friend. he was always very nice to me.. holding my hand and stealing a peck on my cheek.. but after i told him that i wanted to be just friends.. he seemed to keep his distance from me.. how sad.. sadly.. i miss him terribly.. he has such nice eyes.. they are like green greyish.. very cat-like.. haiz.. poor guy..really miss him..on the last day at the airport.. he gave me a hug..how sad right? sigh~..called him the other day using my sister's phone. he sounded really glad to hear from me.. i couldnt understand him but i could tell he was happy..will write him a postcard soon.

haiz.. i cant bear to listen to my mp3 player.. it reminds me too much of Maroc (french for Morroco).. haiz.. sadness.. i will go back someday. that is a promise.. a definite promise.. i will go back one day. maybe even settle there. i love it. in the meantime.. i will take up french. tehy speak mainly french there see.. haha

oh well.. i miss it.. i miss him.. haiz... someone sponsor me $3000 and ull never see me again... seriously. this goes out to my enemies too.. haiz..

Bob Smurf at 12:57 AM

Friday, June 03, 2005









Bob Smurf at 4:38 PM