At last a google account!! Damn, these guys are getting richer everyday!!
Today started out like any other winter in Riyadh working day. Hardly can wake up, brush my teeth with my eyes shut and try to leave home early to reach work on time.
But today, I have heard this "AMAZING" news.. and I'm high all day :D it's impossible to think this could still make me happy but it did, what kills me is, it's confidential!! I wanted to put on a Circular!! Almohm I'm HAPPY :D
Oh, yeah, and I got a brand new cubicle!! And planning to get a sound system for my room (maybe these too, got something to do with my happiness, just maybe)
So anyways, as "certain" ex-bloggers - yeah, you know urselves =P- enjoy facebook too much.. I look back and think.. What would I miss if I left too..
I remember first blog I had, on multiply.. Then Alyana told me about her blog, and then Nora.. and I was like wow, that has a million more options, and I joined, I didn't tell either of them, cuz I wanted to blog for me.. But they found out cuz the Saudi blogger community was too small then, I miss their blogs, I miss lotsa people who used to blog..
Only 3 of my friends know about my blog. I don't really want people to know.. And sometimes I think more and more people know.. But did that make me change my mind about having a blog.. I always liked to write down my feelings, papers, sms, email.. I used to -and might still do- have a problem in speaking about my feelings.. When I'm hurt, I cry. When I feel misjudged, I cry.. When I'm accused of something I didn't do, I cry!!!! I can be my own ball of emotional trauma!! And I luv my own time alone, my Fo0f-time..
Sometimes you call, I hear the phone, I'm not really busy with anything, but I choose not to pick up, sometimes I agree to a meet and cancel and make up a reason, just because I felt chocked.. Wanted some air, needed my own time. Or needed a break from you.. I never judged people's behaviour which I don't approve of.. So I think they should cut me some slack and let me be, without being judged, or blamed..
So anyways, this writing thing have always helped me through out the years, it's always been a kind of therapy that I have made out to solve my own problems.. I am in love with it now, I can't leave it, I owe it too much.. And I don't thin I can live with out it, I don't want to be a great writer.. I just want to "be".. And write.. And continue to write.. For me =)
